Novel & Cerita Deku In The Hospital

This is the point where I wish I could gulp a bottle of whiskey, but I'm trying to cut down on my alcohol since I began treatment for this bronchitis only a couple of days back. My attention returns to this Edwards guy. The doctor said he was poisoned and it would be only a couple of hours before he regained consciousness. I'll be here, right across from him, when he does. As I lower myself into a seat just behind me, the piercing blast of shattering glass resounds through the hallway. Panic grips the hospital as people begin to run helter skelter, clamoring to leave the floor where I am I can't go anywhere, I have to be here with Edwards. Where the hell's Derek? I only asked him to get me a

MEANWHILE AT DOQUE HOSPITAL As Drewf looked at the entire Doque Hospital, he couldn’t help but feel sad. He was sad because he was leaving Doque Hospital. What will happen to the hospital if Doc. Juarez is following that fake Elijah? he thought. Suddenly: Kring... kring... kring...! Drewf’s phone rang. Hello, Ma’am Elijah?! This is Sec. Drewf. What’s the news at Doque Hospital, especially about my father? Uhmmmmmm! You should come here to find out what’s happening, Ma’am Elijah. Things here are not good.

The hospital room door swung open with a resounding crash, the sudden intrusion shattering the heavy silence that had engulfed the room. As Deborah's heart pounded in her chest, she rushed in with a mixture of fear and anger etched across her face. When she burst through the door, there, lying in the sterile white hospital bed, was Theo, his once vibrant face now pale and haggard. Both of his legs were encased in tightly bound bandages, and various machines and equipment were attached to him, their monotonous beeps and hums blending into a somber symphony that enraged her.

I found it somewhat amusing, to be honest. We soon reached the San Judea Private hospital, a facility owned in secret by the De Luca family. I was wheeled into a bright, white room. The Resident doctor was a man who looked like he'd never slept a day in his life. His eye bags were noticeable even from a mile away. I looked at the name tag on his chest —Dr. Aris. The man was already snapping on his gloves when I was rushed in. “The patient is ten weeks pregnant,” a nurse shouted. “She got in an accident and is currently experiencing substantial vaginal bleeding.”