Emergency Room Stories Novels & Stories

Of course, I have every reason to worry about both of them. I don't know what Damon is doing or planning right now. I don't know when Gabriel will wake up. I don't know who exactly this evil guy is and what he might be planning now. "Doctor! There's an emergency patient at the ER that you need to look at." A nurse barged in just when I was starting to sleep. My heart skipped when I heard of it. I ran all the way outside to check on the ER and there's not just one patient but a few more. I think they got into a joint accident but one looks the most serious.

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.

Next day. Pov emily "We missed you," the nurse says, handing me a chart. I smiled at her, happy to be back at work after a few days at home. Being at home with Tyler was like torture; he wasn't speaking to me, and working was the only thing that made me forget about the child I lost. I opened the chart, and it was just to clean a recently drained abscess on a thirteen-year-old girl's arm. "The emergency room is full, and you give me such a simple case? Can't a nurse handle this?" I asked irritably.

"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…

Denver would handle the doctor's situation once Ember recovered to avoid police cases due to her wounds. "Her pulse rate is slowing down. Get her to the ER now." The doctor went somewhere, and the nurses started pushing her bed toward the emergency room. The nurses stopped me from going inside, so I was left pacing back and forth outside the operation theatre. My heart was beating so fast that I could almost feel myself suffocating. I needed to see her, and I needed to know that she was okay. I had no idea how long I had been sitting on the bench after I stopped pacing, but I realized it had to have been over many hours when I heard some familiar voices.

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.