Novel & Cerita Emergency Room Stories

That was when the commotion started in the Emergency Room. At that point, I don't know what's going on anymore. "Doc, cardiac arrest!" Some are even started shouting. "Defibrillator!" "Come out first." "200 joles clear!" "Hailey Perelman!" "Doc, still nothing." "Gosh! Hailey." "Clear!" "No! No!" "Hailey! Hailey! Hailey!" "Clear!" But before I lose my consciousness. I heard them calling me in a different name which makes me wanted to ask them why but I couldn't.

The lump in her throat made speech difficult. She managed a nod before following the stretcher out to the ambulance. The emergency room waiting area at Massachusetts General Hospital was exactly as depressing as every medical drama portrayed—uncomfortable chairs, old magazines, and the distinct smell of anxiety mixed with disinfectant. Emma sat with her head in her hands, having been shooed out of the exam room while doctors performed tests on her grandfather. Alek returned from the coffee run, placing a steaming cup in front of her.

What starts with a handful of reporters outside the hospital quickly spirals out of control because by eight o'clock the first journalists have arrived, by nine there are six of them, and by ten the number has climbed past twenty. Cameras seem to be everywhere, security officers are forced to intervene, and frustrated patients begin complaining as the hospital slowly turns into the center of a media storm. One elderly man asks if Alejandro is secretly a movie star. Honestly, it isn't the worst theory I've heard today. The emergency department quickly turns into a circus. Nurses gather around their phones whenever they get a free moment, doctors lower their voices to whisper in hallways, and

Shaking her head, the charge nurse cursed and swung her long, dark ponytail back as she joined Fidelis in breaking up the fight. Full moon? I wasn't prone to falling for superstitions. Chaos in the emergency room wasn't too out of the ordinary. But a full-out war like this in the trauma bay was something else. Not caused by the damn moon. Whatever this chaos was, it was enough to keep me rooted in place for a millisecond, too stunned to blink or react to the commotion and violence. People came here to be helped. To be treated and sewn back up and saved.

***** River POV; 'Don't you dare mess this up, Riv,' I thought to myself as I passed through the entry door to the Emergency Room of the port hospital. It wasn't the best hospital of the country but it was the only one near that offered me a training spot at the ER department. It was a dream coming true. One year and I would be called an ER doctor as I always dreamed. Only one year more to go. Well, one year seemed to be too long. Maybe it would get easier with nice colleagues, I thought to myself.

"The traffic police happen to be verifying the information of those injured there. You can check with them to find your family members." "President, calm down. I'll ask the police," Zac said. Jeffrey could hardly wait. He already rushed to the emergency rescue zone. Both emergency rooms were fully occupied by patients. There were sounds of people crying and screaming. Medical staff also made a lot of noise with their exchanges. Every white sheet was stained with blood. Some patients had broken arms, while others had severe leg injuries. Some wounds were so deep that their bones became exposed… Some of them were even throwing up blood…

SELENA’S POV: AT THE HOSPITAL: The lights of the emergency room hit me as soon as the ambulance doors opened. Voices, loud and urgent, swirled around me, paramedics yelled orders, nurses rushing to prepare. But all I could focus on was Henry’s body, limp and pale, being wheeled ahead with urgency.

Annastacia immediately ran to the emergency room. The emergency room is like a night market that is full of visitors, many patients are bleeding and lying on the patient bed. She doesn't know what traffic accident happened, what is clear is that the collision was very severe and took many victims. "Okay, which one can still be saved?" Annastacia asked practically, she didn't want to chase a life that was already at the limit of life and death for nothing. "This woman's vital signs are still good, Doc," said the nurse in charge of the emergency room while handing over the patient data file in question.

Amber’s POV I was surprised when I received a page directing me to the emergency room. Typically my patients were those that needed long term care with long term problems. The issues they faced in emergency – traumas, accidents, and the like – weren’t really my forte. But a page was a page, and I would go wherever I was needed. As I made my way down to the emergency room, I encountered many worried faces and hear many whispered rumors. By the time I reached the main waiting room and saw Julian, I had a pretty good idea what was going on and why I was called.

Now, they all paid off. Time flew in the ER. In one day, I treated more than twenty patients—burns, panic attacks, respiratory infections, broken bones, even a woman who gave birth unexpectedly in the waiting room. Every case demanded both quick thinking and empathy at the same time. During lunch break, I sat on a metal chair in the staff lounge. My phone buzzed. A message from Liam: “Have you eaten, my beautiful doctor?” I smiled faintly and typed back quickly. “Just had time to. The ER is crazy today. How about you?”