Fanfiction General Hospital Novels & Stories

She only had a hospital gown on. He could easily open her buttons! "You're really something else," Shawn said after sucking on her lips, "How alluring can you be?" Every time he kissed her, Shawn would need a cold shower to return his body temperature to normal. That time was naturally no exception. Gale put her hand on his chest. "Stop messing around. This isn't somewhere you can satisfy your libido!" It was a hospital ward! She had just gone through an abortion!

He slowly sat up with his disfigured face, "What?" "Fraud, defamation, medical malpractice, there's so much more that I can't even list. Your hospital sure has a great reputation." I smirked. He scoffed, "What are you trying to do? You're going to bring my hospital into this nonsense?" I rolled my eyes, "What did you think would happen when you touched Bianca? I told you..." I moved closer to him, "She's mine. Not even death can stop me from loving her."

In the end, she birthed Xander in the midst of her despair. When the nurse wheeled her out of the operating room, the only person standing outside was Hannah, who had tears streaming down her face. Upon seeing Anathea being wheeled out alive, Hannah could no longer hold herself together. She collapsed by Anathea's bed and wailed, "Gregory Sinclair is an asshole! I wouldn't have let him off the hook if anything happened to you!" Anathea remembered how Hannah was the only person keeping her company in the empty hospital room. She'd even imagined how her family would've crowded around her in concern if Adam hadn't gotten into the scandal and Fiona hadn't succumbed to her illness. It would've be

Then wrapped tiny fingers instinctively around the older man’s thumb. General Watson stopped breathing entirely. And somewhere deep inside that quiet hospital room… three generations of broken people finally began healing together.

I whispered, my voice barely audible amid the hospital's ambient sounds. Between sobs, Heaven managed to convey the details. Angel, the enigmatic figure who had caused turmoil in our lives, now lay in a hospital bed, fighting for his life. The gravity of the situation sank in, and I felt a surge of conflicting emotions – the unresolved feelings, the recent confrontations, and the undeniable connection we shared. As we waited anxiously for any updates, Heaven and I clung to each other, drawing strength from our shared presence. The hospital surroundings seemed to blur as we navigated the whirlwind of emotions – fear, regret, and an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

Is it because of Dante? “Hello.” My voice is gruff as I answer the call. “Xander, thank God you picked up. I’ve had an accident, they’re taking me to the VIP area in The General Hospital. I’m bleeding, I need you to come straight away. They’ve told me that they’re low on AB Negative, what will I do?” She’s almost in hysterics. Concern floods through my body as I imagine her bleeding to death, I don’t even question what happened to her. I look at Kenna.

If Juliet, or whatever her name is, is coming back in the picture, I can't be entangled in any situationships. Fuck, I shouldn't have given her that key. That was a rookie mistake on my part, and now the whole damn hospital knows I'm fucking her. She's probably already told her colleagues what the size of my dick is. Dr. Gilligan gives us our assignments for the shift, and I get on my cases immediately, a petite intern with wild red hair assigned with me. And like I knew, we get the crappiest cases. "What did you do to get on Gilligan's bad side?" I ask her as we go to an old guy's bed to perform an enema.

In the end, he decided not to keep the situation and planned to switch her medication to different bottles later. When he came to Fiona's hospital room, she was already awake. She was chatting and laughing with Grant, and the atmosphere was very pleasant. Gabriel stood at the door, feeling a mix of anger and jealousy at the scene. But as soon as he recalled what the doctor had told him earlier, his heart ached for this silly girl. He had never imagined that someone who seemed so cheerful and talkative could suffer from severe anxiety, leading to serious insomnia. What had happened to cause this? Could it be related to the Darwin Family?

In my past life, my sister and I got married on the same day. I married Ethan Vance, a conservative, old-school business tycoon. My fiery temper clashed with his family's rigid rules, and we fought constantly. My sister Seraphina married General Alexander Marshall, a cold and ruthless military man. She was gentle and timid, and while her husband was always away on duty, his adopted sister Sophia tormented her endlessly until she fell into depression and died. The first thing I did when I was reborn was swap husbands with my sister. Before the wedding, I made a deal with Alexander: "This is just a political marriage. We each get what we need. No feelings involved." But after we married,

With each passing moment, Gia's determination grew stronger, fueled by her unwavering desire for justice and the safety of those she cared deeply for. As Gia briskly walked down the corridor of the hospital, her heart raced with urgency. She turned the corner and froze in her tracks as she saw the general standing near Deep's room. His presence sent a surge of alarm through her. "What are you doing here?" Gia shot, walking to Deep’s side as if concealing him from the general.