Deku In The Hospital Novels & Stories

I realized we were inside a hospital. "Doc, here's the chart of Mr. De Vera, the fifty year old man with a CKD stage two." Two people were walking in the hallway. They were both wearing white uniforms. The other one was on a doctor's coat, there's a stethoscope hanging around her neck. I read the letters embroidered on her white coat. St. Lukes’ Medical Center. "Thanks, Kenny. Please tell Doc Miranda I have an operation tonight." I could clearly hear everything they're saying. They continued on talking as they passed by me.

Despite mistaking her for someone else and spending the whole night outside her door, the man had shown kindness by not turning her away. Lutheran Hospital was a private elite hospital run by the Medical Corporation Milvi, with a cafeteria that only the rich could afford. Dexie's breakfast took half an hour to prepare and deliver, tailored to his specific needs. Considering the time, Dexie assumed Luke Huxley should be awake by now. Thinking her mission was complete, she planned to leave after delivering the food. However, upon exiting the elevator, she became aware of something: Narda was the figure running towards Luke Huxley's room.

Thanks to Charles’s blood donation, Debbie survived the night. Drake, Jessica, and her parents stayed at the hospital. They slept on and off in the waiting room in the ICU. They were allowed to see Debbie two at a time and for only ten minutes at a time. Debbie had been unconscious most of the night. She had opened her eyes once when Jessica and Drake were in the room, but her eyes fluttered closed within five seconds. The staff said the doctor wanted Debbie sedated for the night so she could rest and to make sure she didn’t make any sudden movements that would tear her stitches.

Some food was brought in for Dede and a nurse also came in to check her wounds. Back at the mansion, it was 9 a.m. and the phone ringing awakened Melissa. She groaned while she forced her eyes open. She stretched her hand and fetched her phone from the bedside table. "You better have a good reason for disturbing my beauty sleep," Melissa groaned. "I have an update on Dede," the person replied. "I am listening," Melissa said knowing the person was about to tell her Dede was dead. "Dede is at the Healing Hands Hospital, receiving treatment," the person reported.

"Come back." He reached for her. But the more he reached... The farther away she became. “Come back!” Declan's eyes flew open. He shot upright in the hospital bed, breathing hard as he looked around wildly. Asher was on his feet immediately. “Deke...” he called, hurrying over. “Are you okay?” Declan didn't answer right away. His chest continued to rise and fall as he tried to steady his breathing. “Why am I here?” he asked at last, wincing.

Jared mumbled, his eyes sliding up to meet mine in the rear-view mirror. “They could’ve injected him with Aconitum,” I said, but that didn’t ease Jared’s worry or mine. ~~ We took Declan to the Hawkins mansion. Alpha Oren and Cora were inside the infirmary, overseeing Declan’s state with the pack doctor and nurse Kerri. Jared, Alpha Seth, Clint, and I were anxiously waiting for an update outside the infirmary. The tension on the back of our necks was tighter than a bowstring.

Hence, hospitals like this one were needed. Kiera sat in silence, trying not to watch the scarlet liquid drip through the tube. It was far too late to stop this and only a matter of time now.

The next morning, I found Tedros growling at the nurse as I walked into his ward with breakfast. “I said I don't want to be at the hospital!” He growled. “Who brought me here?! Ducky promised not to bring me to the hospital, and what with these pipes?” He pulled all the pipes that were connected to his body and tossed them. “My wolf is enough to heal me!” The nurse trembled; it looked like she was about to cry. I took a step forward.

Lindsey weakly replied, "Dr. Jones said Mr. Lockman Senior needed potassium. Isn't this potassium?" I completely lost my temper. "He needed potassium, but that doesn't give you the right to give a high-concentration IV push! Do you think human life is a joke?" Despite all efforts, the resuscitation failed. Charles' son, Jeremy Lockman—a powerful real estate tycoon—sped to the hospital as soon as he learned what had happened. The news of his father's sudden death left him devastated. He grabbed Michael, who had arrived as quickly as he could.

Laid out in bed, pale and still—yet she looked like she belonged on a red carpet. The first month was a snoozefest. Same routine: clean her, stretch her limbs, deal with waste, swap out her IV. She never moved. Never made a sound. I got used to the silence. Forgot all about Ms. Deinert's initial warning. Then came that day. I rolled the treatment cart in, ready to switch her IV. Grabbed the bag—and froze. Something felt off. The label said it clear as day: Glucose. My stomach dropped.