Fanfiction General Hospital

Mia got involved with a married man and even had a child with him. When his wife found out the first time he asked them to take a break as he was busy sorting things out with his wife. It wasn't long before he went back to her. The second time she found out about her and the baby she fainted. The day she got out of the hospital she went looking for Mia and in their fight, she ended up killing her.

Three months into my pregnancy, I was resting at home to ensure the baby’s health when a typhoon struck. My husband, Adam Quinn, received a call and rushed out to meet his childhood sweetheart. As a result, I experienced severe abdominal pain. The ambulance taking me to the hospital was involved in an accident, and I lost the baby. Adam arrived much later, only to blame me, saying, "Mona Thomas, why are you so useless? You couldn’t even keep the baby!"

Upon discovering her fiance cheating on her and her company being snatched right under her nose. Veena was thrown into a mental hospital due to being 'unstable'. Finally freed from three years of imprisonment in a mental hospital. Veena swears to destroy the people who ruined her life. She seeks support from the wealthiest and strongest man of Geneva City, Lois Rossenov. He agrees to her offer but in exchange for a marriage arrangement. Not only that, the deal also involves intimacy.

Crystal Dantes is a struggling artist, who works hard with the hope of getting enough money to pay for her sick mother's hospital bills; she doesn't have much to complain for even though she was stuck with a shitty boss. but her not so quiet life, turns upside down when she is forced into a contract marriage by the powerful but arrogant Kayden Smith in order to save her elder sister. Kayden only considers her as one thing and one thing only.... a filthy golddigger.

Sara Meyers, a young woman who was run over on her way back from work, was taken to a city hospital by the man who ran her over, Mason Clark, a young millionaire, who is known in the city for his eccentricities, his holidays, and the enormous way he spends his money, but above all for being an inveterate Casanova. She did not carry any information about her family, so Mason did not have a legal problem and agreed to take care of everything related to Sara during her recovery, while he takes care of her daily in the hospital and the visit begins to arise feelings between the two inexplicable, she loses her memory completely and the only thing she perceives as someone she knows is Mason. The life of the two of them takes an unexpected turn, because Mason changes his ostentatious life for this woman, but what neither of them knows, is that she has a family and a past that is looking for her, Sara does not manage to recover the memory, but she is debating between who she should love, since it is her past that was what she had before the accident, Or this is his present and what he loves most at the moment. A story with endless emotions and sentimental entanglements, which will make us think at what point in our life it is worth fighting for someone.

En el hospital se armó un escándalo. Un familiar de un paciente agitaba un cuchillo como un loco y, por instinto, empujé a Bruno para apartarlo. Pero él, de un tirón, me agarró la mano y me puso enfrente... para proteger a su querida Celia. Así, la cuchillada fue directo a mi vientre. Y con eso, me arrancó a mi bebé, que apenas empezaba a vivir. Mis compañeros del hospital, con lágrimas en los ojos, intentaban llevarme de urgencia a la UCI, pero Bruno me jaló de la camilla con brusquedad. Con la voz dura y cortante, soltó: —¡Primero salven a Celia! Si a ella le pasa algo, los echo a todos. Los médicos se quedaron helados, llenos de indignación. —¡Estás loco, Bruno! —le gritó uno—. Celia solo tiene un rasguño, ¡tu esposa está mucho peor! Yo, con las manos apretando mi abdomen empapado en sangre, asentí lentamente. —Déjenlo así... Bruno... con esto que te devuelvo hoy, ya no te debo nada.

After I reincarnated, I went to the hospital right away to get an abortion. In my past life, I was suddenly found to be pregnant with fraternal boy-girl twins after a childless marriage of five years. I was told that I needed to abort one, or I could die due to the excess size of the foetuses, but while I hesitated, I heard my son's voice. [Mommy! You have to abort this brat—she's going to kill me! She's been stealing all the food!] [She's not my sister—she's Tina and daddy's bastard! They used black magic to move her here and kill me, while you would treat her like your own daughter… and she can then inherit all the family wealth!] Hearing that, I promptly went to the hospital to abort the twin daughter, keeping the son. But on the day I went into labor, he threw a fit, punching and kicking my room until he finally killed me. And just before I died, I heard him gloating. [Stupid broad! You really believed me and aborted your own daughter! Just die already! I'm going to meet my parents!] When I opened my eyes again, Tina was sitting right in front of me, telling me to abort one of my babies…

In my previous life, my three sons told me they wanted to set up a Family Bond Fund for me. Each of them would deposit three thousand dollars every month. I cried with gratitude, truly believing that decades of sacrifice had finally paid off. One of them even said, "Mom, you've given us so much. It's our turn to take care of you now." However, eight years later, I was told I have uremia. That was when I discover that the bank card, which supposedly held the fund, couldn't even cover the dialysis deposit. Soon after, my eldest son video-called me. He said he wanted to buy a better apartment in a good school district. He was short of 150 thousand dollars for the down payment and asked if I could lend it to him first. My second son came to the hospital with his wife and daughter. He didn't ask about my condition at all. Instead, he kept showing off his daughter's piano competition trophy, hinting that he needed 50 thousand dollars to enroll her in a prestigious international piano program. My youngest son was even more straightforward. He said he had his eye on a limited-edition pair of sneakers and wanted me to pay 30 thousand dollars for them as a birthday gift. The moment they realized the bank account didn't have enough money, their faces fell. "We each put in three thousand dollars every month. Over eight years, that's at least eight hundred thousand dollars. Mom, are you hiding the money from us?" To force me to reveal my savings, they took turns pressuring me, switching between sweet talk and threats. They even told relatives that I had dementia and had been scammed out of my money. Unable to take it anymore, I yanked out my IV late one night and walked out of the hospital, only to be hit by a car, dying instantly. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day of my hospital checkup.

My husband forces me to donate my remaining kidney to his true love. He wants to save her from death by uremia. I try to tell him that I have kidney failure—I'll die if I donate my kidney. However, he roars, "Stop playing your jealous games when Shawna is so gravely ill! Don't you have a heart?" Under his forcefulness, I'm taken to the hospital to get my kidney removed. Ultimately, I die in a corner of the hospital.

My pregnant colleague told me to get her a drink. However, she had severe stomach ache after the drink and suffered a miscarriage. In the hospital, she was crying about how I harmed her. Her family members beat me up badly, even extorted 150 thousand dollars in compensation from me. I made a police report and was ready to take legal action against them. However, his mother-in-law pushed me to the middle of the road, and I was crushed to death by being run over by a truck.