Deku In The Hospital Novels & Stories

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.

As they gathered around the table for breakfast, the atmosphere was light, filled with laughter and the warmth of newfound family bonds. ° ° ° In the hushed ambiance of the hospital room, Dean Castellan stirred from his lengthy slumber. The medley of medical equipment surrounding him hinted at the battles waged within his unconscious state. Slowly parting his eyelids, Dean was greeted by the familiar sight of tubes and wires, signaling a fresh chapter in his journey.

Beige chairs, beige walls, beige Berber carpet that should have been replaced years ago, worn from where worried people have paced. "I'll let the doctor know you're here," she says and closes the door behind her. I sit. And wait. Maybe it's a few seconds, maybe it's a few hours. I'm not sure. When you're waiting to find out the fate of your only loved one, time seems to break all its own rules. A sharp knock at the door breaks my train of thought. Or my lack of train of thought. I'm not sure which it is actually. The doctor walks in, and I stand. At least I'm assuming he's the doctor, since he's wearing blue scrubs. He's tall, blond. Your stereotypical frat boy turned medical professional.