Emergency Room Stories Novels & Stories

So it's not strange to hear that. Sometimes, the ER is really that cheerful. It's not always scary, it's not always like being on the brink of threat. What people say is hectic and scary. But... of course, it's worth remembering—it's worth remembering. Moments of this kind of leeway are truly temporary. It only happened in an instant compared to their busy times. "Okay, okay, when we have time I will—" Before Nathan had time to finish his sentence, one of the officers ran towards the emergency room with the news that had become their daily bread.

The hospital was colder than Raja expected. Too white and too sterile. The scent of antiseptic seems to clung desperately to his skin, mixing with the dried blood in his body. He hadn’t moved from his spot beside the bed since the doctors had taken Tales in. He will not leave. Not until Tales opened his eyes. If Tales were to... No. That can't happen. It shouldn't happen or else he'll really follow him to hell. When he had first stormed into the emergency room, carrying Tales’ limp, bloody body in his arms, the entire hospital had gone silent as if the scene they're witnessing straight out of the movies. The nurses had frozen in place, their eyes widening as they took in his disheveled state

And I hate hospitals. No one ever come to these places just for fun. They come because they have to. They have an injured loved one, or they themselves have been injured in some way. People seem to come to Emergency Rooms on the worst days of their lives. I'm not sure if this is the worst day, but it's pretty up there. After all, I'm still alive... I just feel... vulnerable and violated.

“A doctor will come to speak with the family.” They moved toward the waiting area. Minutes passed, more minutes. Every time the doors to the emergency department opened, Emily immediately stood, hoping to see someone coming toward them. But each time, it was another nurse, another orderly, another doctor rushing past. Her grandmother sat quietly, praying beneath her breath. Mrs. Harrington couldn't sit still. She paced across the floor, wiping tears from her cheeks. Mr. Harrington remained beside her, his face unusually pale. Finally, the doors opened again.

’ Anderson tried to breath in to calm his now trembling body as he wiped his now sweaty face with the grey short sleeved hospital shirt he was wearing. The second thing was he had no memory on past event. Although he did not have any memory of any events in the ‘story’ he was currently in. The problematic part was that people, if he could even call them that, had already had some kind of encounter with him. He understood that part when the middle-aged woman from earlier said, ‘You know how we feel about filth Mr. Anderson’. “Of course, I don’t! I never even seen you before in my life.” He silently cursed to himself. It was annoying. How could he have been brought here without any memories to

A porter walking by stopped long enough to grab the remote beneath another television and changed that one too. Further down the corridor, someone switched another screen to BBC News. Within moments, every television in the emergency department was broadcasting live coverage of the same unfolding crisis. The conversations around Naomi gradually faded. Doctors slowed their pace. Patients looked away from their phones. Even exhausted nurses paused for a few seconds to listen. The CNN anchor looked unusually composed despite the urgency in her voice. "We interrupt our scheduled programming to bring you continuing coverage of an unfolding medical emergency. Hospitals across the United States are

There was an accident, so all the staff in the emergency room were very busy, and I was helping a patient when I heard screaming coming from the lobby. "Quick, we need help!" A group of men dressed in black suits shouted violently in the emergency room carrying one injured man and seating him on the nearest empty chair. That man... I exclaimed inwardly and recognised the injured man in the middle who looked like Bradley. I quickly shook my head, it can’t be him. I thought with a small smile. "HURRY!!!" The same man shouted when he saw no movement from either the doctor or the nurse. Judging from his movements, it seemed like they were dangerous, so are these guys gangsters? I thought while f

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 16 -ELAINE- When I got to the hospital, it was chaotic. There had been an accident on the highway in the town. A bad accident.Multiple cars, multiple injuries. The emergency room was packed by the time I arrived. People crying, shouting, bleeding. The walls buzzed with urgency and pain. As if that wasn't enough, I got the heaviest load of patients. As I was treating one, another one was in pain.

The automatic doors of the emergency room burst open as paramedics rushed in, pushing a stretcher at full speed. On it lay unconscious and bloodied Claire—small and fragile, her face pale, and her head wrapped in blood-soaked gauze. The white hospital lights made the blood stains on her clothes even more horrifying.

one of the ER nurses briefed her. Emma approached the mayor's bed, his face pale and contorted with pain. "Mr. Mayor, I'm Dr. Emerson. I need to ask you a few questions to understand your condition better." He nodded weakly. "Never felt this... short of breath before, Doc." She gathered the necessary details, noting his recent surgery and the sudden onset of symptoms. Something about his presentation felt off. Pneumonia and kidney injury didn’t fully explain the acute severity of his symptoms.