Deku In The Hospital 소설 & 이야기

I’m awake. But I don’t want to interact with anyone. I choose to keep my eyes close, with ears wide open listening to all the murmurs. This place smells like shit. And drugs. Also, omnipresent smell of antiseptic. It doesn’t require an Einstein to know I’m at a hospital. “He suffered from severe dehydration. But you don’t have to worry. We have given him some medical treatment and he should be waking up anytime soon.” That’s the one who treat me.

Apparently, they’d consulted blueprints of the hospital in advance or something. After entering the building, they went straight to the maternity ward, wound through some back stairs, hijacked an employee-only elevator. A guard stood outside the authorized-personnel-only hallway they emerged from a few moments later and quickly shook Deke’s hand. Then they were down a short hall and inside her father’s room. Kimber nearly crumbled at first sight. He looked so…fragile. Still sporting muscle and the remnants of his summer tan. But all the monitors, tubes, and machinery surrounding him in that sterile bed…

It was as though, an important festival was taking place. Malkar was held in disbelief. His heart hammered against it's ribcage as his legs carried him faster. The crowd outside Keegan's quarters was extreme, it was a hassle jostling his way in. It wasn't easy walking all the way to Keegan's room. When he finally reached, he had to stop at the door as the room itself was overcrowded with members of the council and other relatives. There, he found Keegan on the bed, laying and still looking pale. But his eyes were open, slowly taking everyone in. Six Doctors were around him, checking his vitals, massaging his body, and ensuring his condition was stable.

she hugged him tightly. “You came,” she dropped her exhausted form into his arms “I am sorry, my flower. I am so sorry,” Decker whispered. She was burning with a high body temperature. Her legs tied with shackles made deep bruises on her delicate body. Adele was murmuring something, holding him close to her body. “I am here; nothing will happen to you,” Decker, picked up in the bridal style, came out. She was crying in pain and burning with fever. Hastily, he brought her to the hospital as they took her inside the intensive care unit.

In this hospital? To be continued...

He made a move to stand, but I stopped him. “I'll get it. Where is it?” I stood up, and he told me it was just on the table inside his room. I walked in and immediately spotted his medication. I also grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and returned to him. I handed him the medicine he mentioned he needed to take tonight, and he swallowed the pills. “Dakila, what really happened to you? Weren't you working as a security guard for the Mavkos brothers? How did you end up like this?” I asked, and he avoided my gaze. He looked down and nervously played with his fingers, as if debating whether to tell me. “I'm just worried about you. Did the Quadrupets do this?”

Mason mumbled as he balanced on his feet holding his side with his uninjured hand. “Sure, grumpy Mason’s back.” Ace said as he moved away from him. “Are you sure you will be okay?” Derek asked as Ace walked hastily ahead to secure a room. Mason just hoped he wouldn’t be as stupid as to pull his gun out on them. He walked slowly into the hospital with Derek. It was a small hospital and the staffs weren’t much. *** *** ***

" She asked, "Yeah" Dotun retorted, "Take a taxi to Salemia specialist hospital, I have discussed with the doctor, tell them you are Mr Christal, they will attend to you" Deja explained, "Why do I need to go there?" Dotun asked, "You need to be checked medically" Deja explained, "Nothing serious Is wrong with me" Dotun said, "How do you want me to believe that" Deja asked, "Do you think I have a contagious or terminal disease?" Dotun asked,

Perhaps Dedrick, or someone who was working with him, knew that he would be caught and had a backup plan. “Will he survive?” I asked, dreading the answer. The doctor’s hesitation spoke volumes. “It’s... uncertain at this point. The next 24 hours will be crucial.” Chris ran a hand through his hair with frustration. “Can we see him?” The doctor nodded. “Briefly. But please, try not to disturb him. His condition is very delicate.” We followed her to Dedrick’s room, the sight that greeted us causing my stomach to sink even further. Dedrick lay motionless in the hospital bed, hooked up to a multitude of machines that beeped and whirred ominously.

Richard’s eyes closed, the steady beep of the machine tracking his fragile life. I stepped closer to Dean. “We’re running out of time.” He nodded. “We need to move fast and we need to move now.” I set my bag down on a table and we quickly got to work. The hospital corridor was dim, most of the night staff tucked away behind glass stations. Dean pushed through the ICU doors with me at his side, his father slumped in the wheelchair between us, covered in a worn out cardigan and blankets. Richard’s skin looked almost translucent under the fluorescent lights, his breathing shallow but