Emergency Room Stories Novels & Stories

Emily burst into tears. “Calm down, Mom and Dad will be there right away, calm down.” A girl passed by the emergency room, and saw Emily crying and trembling, so she stopped and helped her onto the bench to wait and comfort her. Waiting for her to calm down, the girl left. A minute passed that felt like a day to Emily, her eyes kept staring at the door, waiting for the doctor to call her. The moment she heard the doctor inform her that her husband had suffered a stomach hemorrhage and was so excited that he lost consciousness and was not in danger of his life, she stopped trembling.

He nodded curtly, his eyes widening in alarm. The pungent aroma of infection and decay wafted from Emily's body, a stark testament to the severity of her situation. The doctor's face paled, and he quickly ushered them into a treatment room, his team springing into action with a sense of urgency. "We need to act fast," he muttered, his voice firm and commanding. "We'll get you taken care of, Emily. You're safe now." In what felt like a blur, Emily was wheeled out of the emergency room and into a hospital ward, the beeping of machines and murmur of voices creating a constant hum. Lisa stood vigilantly by her bedside, her eyes filled with concern and questions.

I sigh as I throw my leg over his. He curls his lip in disgust. You have to be a special kind of person to work in ER. Cam and I are not those people. I mean, it’s good in some ways. The experience is invaluable, but it’s hectic and you never know what the hell is going to happen on your shift. Drug addicts, car accidents, stab wounds, police everywhere... there’s usually something horrible going on. Nothing good ever happens in ER. “What time do you finish?” he asks. “Not until seven.” I kiss his chest. “Do you mind if we give date night a miss tonight? By the time I get home, going out will be the last thing I’m going to feel like doing.”

It's a win-win situation for me. I was about to start my rounds for the night. Grateful that there were only a few patients, so I could take a quick nap. That idea flew away as soon as the hospital doors burst open with a bunch of paramedics rolling in a patient on a stretcher, one on top performing CPR.” “What's the Emergency?,” I asked. “Multiple Gunshot wounds and knife stabs.” one of the paramedics responded. I sprung into action immediately. I hated it whenever we lost a patient.

nothing, but still, it wouldn’t be enough. Inside, the ER was chaotic. Doctors were yelling commands. Two nurses were cutting away her shredded clothes. One of them looked at me terrified, I took it that she understood what it meant for all of them if Emily died. “Get her fluids started, fast! We’ve got signs of dehydration, bruised ribs, and possible internal trauma!” The head doctor shouted. “Please you need to leave sir,” a nurse said pointing to the door. I wanted to argue, but it wouldn't be beneficial to Emily, so I left.

Chapter 170 Viktor Holt I paced restlessly in the hallway, waiting for the doctor to come out of the emergency room. Jeremy had been taken in there for over fifteen minutes, and staying here, clueless about his health was already driving me nuts. Tsk! I wonder what more shock that is left for me. First, it was my company, then the divorce, and finding out my several years of marriage with Jessica was built on lies, and now what? Jeremy is in the ER, fighting for his life?

Hailey**** The emergency room was a blur of activity, the beeping of machines and the hurried footsteps of medical staff echoing in my ears. My heart raced in time with the chaotic rhythm of the hospital, thoughts scattered and tangled in my head. Every part of me wanted to break down, but I couldn’t. Max needed me.

The hospital was a blur of fluorescent lights and urgent voices. Calloway carried me through the emergency entrance despite my weak protests that I could walk. Security guards flanked us, keeping back the handful of photographers who'd somehow found us even at 3 AM. "Mrs. Sterling! Is the baby okay?" "Calloway! Statement on the allegations?" "Is this stress-related?" Their voices faded as automatic doors closed behind us. "I need a doctor!" Calloway's voice cut through the quiet ER. "My wife is pregnant—eight months—she's bleeding—"

The nurse was trembling with fear, "No way, Dr. Allen! The hospital has a lot of emergency patients, all of whom were brought here by accident!" Allen also immediately stood up, "What? What did you say? A lot of emergency patients in car accidents? What exactly happened?" "Oh, Dr. Allen, you've seen it before!" The young nurse was in a rush. Allen nodded and took the little nurse to the emergency room. He was shocked by the scene as he entered the room. All of the patients at the emergency room had blood on their bodies. Many people were unconscious and in a coma, as they lay on the ground.

"I need more blood over here! Type O negative, stat!" The emergency room was chaos. Bodies everywhere. Nurses running between gurneys. Doctors shouting orders. The smell of blood and fear thick in the air. I'd been working for six hours straight without a break and we still had patients waiting for treatment. I finished suturing a deep laceration on a young woman's leg and moved immediately to the next patient. A man in his fifties with a collapsed lung. I could see it immediately, the way his chest moved wrong, the bluish tint to his lips.