Novel & Cerita Emergency Room Stories

Her shirt was in shreds, crusted blood above her eyes and deep gashes were visible by her left collarbone and ribs. “Hey guys! What’s going on?” “One of our new patients went into a violent frenzy, fur coming in and out of his skin. It was weird, we couldn’t restrain him. Emma had to take his roommate to the emergency room and lock his room up with reinforced iron bars,” said Clarissa.

He took a deep breath, and began to tell me the stories of the other patients in the hospital. "You see, every patient here has their own unique struggles," he said, his voice low and soothing. "There's Emma, the young woman who was laughing alone earlier. She's been struggling with schizophrenia for years, and has been in and out of hospitals for most of her life. Despite her struggles, she's one of the kindest and most gentle souls I've ever met." He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "And then there's Jack, the older man who seems lost and confused. He's been struggling with Alzheimer's disease, and has been slowly losing his memories and his sense of identity. It's heartb

The emergency room was absolutely manic, and Blair’s headache wasn’t improving with all the noise. Crying babies, drunk college kids arguing with nurses, and some guy who’d apparently super-glued his hand to a beer bottle. Just another night in the city. She was lying on a gurney in what was the hospital examination room, but was really just a space sectioned off by curtains that did nothing to block out the noise. Roman was right next to her, much to his disgust, arguing with a doctor about why he didn’t need X-rays on his shoulder.

“I am working on it. I promise you, I am.” Just then, King’s eyes snapped to the door, and when he saw the dark-haired man in the long white coat, he moved towards him. Doctor Sam Innis had seen the E.R. waiting room full of large, terrifying, scowling men and fierce, take-no-prisoners, kick-ass women before, of course. Denver had its fair share of MC members and ex-military types and ex-cons and skiing accidents and horse-related accidents, and he’d learned early on in his trauma specialization to ignore who these people were when they were outside the hospital, because when they were standing in it, they were way off their own turf. They were lost and worried and out of control. They were

“One second she was there, and the next she’d run off. You’re going to give me a heart attack.” Abby decided she wouldn’t mention the bit about Bea getting close to the fireplace. No reason to upset Lizzie further. As an ER nurse, Abby had worked with all kinds of children—and adults. You never knew who would show up in the emergency room on any given day or night. Abby had always enjoyed the babies, though, although she’d never love to see anyone in distress, especially infants and toddlers.

If I hadn't gotten too close, all this…won't be happening. After what felt like an eternity…we arrived. The hospital doors burst open the moment the ambulance halted. Doctors and nurses rushed toward us. "Female, mid-twenties," one of the paramedics reported while pushing the stretcher through the hallway. "Multiple contusions, severe emotional distress, possible spinal trauma." A nurse gently stopped me before I could follow. "I'm sorry, you'll have to wait here." "But—" "They need room to work." The emergency room doors swung shut, leaving me there alone.

They'd put each other down years ago, when they'd first moved in together. The receptionist nodded. "She's in the ER, bay fourteen. Down that hall, through the double doors." Dominic barely remembered to thank her before rushing in the direction she'd pointed. The emergency department was a maze of curtained areas and beeping machines. He scanned the numbers above each bay until he found fourteen. He hesitated at the curtain, suddenly unsure. What if she didn't want to see him? What if he was the last person she wanted to see?

After a round of rescue, the mother's condition was relatively stable, and the atmosphere in the operating room became more relaxed. My colleague beside me whispered to me, "I heard these two got into this mess because they got a little too carried away in bed. The mother is near her due date, yet her husband doesn't seem to be able to control himself. Young people nowadays are really reckless when it comes to romance..." My hand movements slowed down for a few seconds. The image of Nathan begging at the operating room door just now gradually merged with the Nathan who had gotten down on one knee to propose to me. "Jaime, marry me. I will never touch another woman but you!"

Drake and Odette won’t bring me any newspapers (claiming to forget I requested them every time I ask) but they can’t stop me from watching the news. Of course, when the morning shows begin on the fifth day of my hospitalization, I begin to think that maybe they had a point about keeping me in the dark. Things aren’t going well. Actually, that’s an understatement, based on the grim looking reporters and scrolling text across the bottom of the screen, Elysium is in big trouble.

She wanted to lift her hand to comfort Xu Han, but she did not have the energy to do so. Looking at the words ‘Emergency Room’, her tears started to roll down her cheeks. ‘Why did this happen?’ “The doctors… The doctors are still doing their best.” Xu Han began to calm down after being comforted by Xu Yi. She said while stammering, “The news…” Xu Yi came to a realization when Xu Han was in the middle of her sentence. ‘Right, the news.’ The road of death was a special place. Whenever something happened over there, the media would be the first one to alert other road users.