Cyrus General Hospital Novels & Stories

With Rowan’s current state and Cyrus unconscious, they can’t do much. “Dammit! Then what the hell do you want?” He spits in rage. “Take the matters to the High Council. Put Rowan in the hospital. He needs immediate medical attention.” I stalk out of the room. “But what about the General?” Another man asks, eyeing me suspiciously. “Cyrus is the one who has been taking care of the Alpha King’s medical needs?” I ask. The men look at each other and nod. I smirk. “Then check the medicines Cyrus has been giving him. Then decide for yourself.”

The bastard had aimed for my chest. The nurse gave me a soft pat on the blanket and turned to leave. “Get some sleep. You need it.” I didn’t plan to. But the moment she shut the door behind her, I fell under again. *** The next time I opened my eyes, the room had shifted. Dimmer. Quieter. The hum of the machines was the only sound for a long while. Then I noticed the figure sitting in the chair beside me. Cyrus. He wasn’t wearing his usual sharp arrogance today. No pressed suit, no blinding cologne. Just jeans and a charcoal pullover, his eyes hollow behind the glasses he almost never wore in public.

Letting out a low arrogant snort, he called Lisa to draw her attention, " I am not dead fool! Come here!" Lisa was startled by his sudden voice. She looked back, her eyes widening in surprise before she stumbled upwards, " Master.. Master..You are awake! You really are.." Cyrus rolled his eyes, the arrogant gleam in his face didn't fade away even though his body was in pain. She helped him stand up, still afraid of his health. Cyrus growled out, staring blankly at the church, " Stop bluffing!! Do you think that some little creatures can kill me? Foolish! I was just zoned out."

"Cyrus, do you have any idea what suspending that project means? It means tens of millions in initial investment going down the drain!" "I can always earn more money, but I can't just watch my son die!" Cyrus roared. "Enough!" My vision went black, and a heavy weight seemed to crush my chest. A wave of nausea and dizziness, stronger than ever before, washed over me. Clutching my chest, my legs gave way and I collapsed. … When I woke up, I was in a hospital room. Cyrus sat by the bed, clutching a piece of paper, his expression blank.

You should just enjoy your retirement and stop making such a fuss. "You can take Holly as your new wife if you really like her. I don't mind. She might even give me another uncle. There's no need to keep pushing her to me. What's the point in doing all that?" Cyrus felt his blood boil when he suddenly coughed out blood and fainted on the spot. Everyone in the family immediately panicked. Hades watched as everyone circled around Cyrus with worry and left the room. Yves wore a complicated expression. He never thought that things would reach such a point.

The door got opened and Inessa wasn't capable of seeing who that person was at the door because of his huge, burly physic blocking her sight and she just heard those words from the mouth of that person who was standing at the door. " Cyrus has reached at the hospital in time and now he's performing the kid's operation, " Inessa got shocked hearing those words and realising about whom he was talking about . She from his behind saw him to slowly nod his head and then the door to again got shut and him to turn around again.

“Again.” Over and over again, Cyrus brought her to the brink of death, then ordered Declan to heal her. This kept going until he felt the familiar exhaustion creep over him – it wouldn’t be long until he couldn’t do it anymore. The twelfth or thirteenth time, he lost count, she woke up and sobbed. “Please, no more.” “Cyrus,” Rowan finally spoke. “He’s spent. He won’t be able to heal her the next time.”

“No, please. I’m fine, Doctor Wilson.” “Alright then.” He could only sigh in defeat. “Just keep an eye on yourself. If you start to feel dizzy or unwell at all, you need to let me know immediately.” “Of course,” she promised. Dr. Wilson handed her the patient's file and adjusted his tie. Olivia skimmed through the pages: male, early forties, spinal cord injury. Before she realized it, her thoughts were already painting a vivid picture of the patient in the operating room. She and Dr. Wilson spent the next few minutes going over the details of the surgery. Once they wrapped up their discussion, he glanced at the clock and said, “Alright, let’s get prepared. It is almost time.”

When I glance down, I see Cyrus on the ground with his eyes closed. Sirens blare in the distance and I’m thankful emergency services are on the way. But we’re a small island and there’s only a general hospital here. I doubt they’ve even seen a gunshot victim before. I’m in shock as all these thoughts cross my mind, but I can’t think about the reality of what I’m seeing. Cyrus is completely still as his chest is pressed, but I can’t see any blood. Dario turns and blocks Aisha’s view and tries to get her to back up. “Let’s move back and give them some space,” he says quietly. “You need to sit down.”