Novel & Cerita General Hospital Fan Fiction

Not even trying to resist anymore, I let him carry me out of the car and into the little bungalow that looked like a low budget apartment from a cartoon. It had so many colours, so much that the rainbow would be envious. Beautiful and chaotic at the same time. Running in like he was given a deadline, the General hurried in with me still in his arms. “Welcome Sir.” A lady greeted with a fondness that made me know it was definitely not his first time here. “I need Johnson to treat her now.” He said in a hurry, with his voice filled with panic like I was dying. Panic was not a good look on him and I could tell that it was not common either from the way Dylan had been opening his eyes and mouth

"Now. Tell me what you’ve been journaling. I want trauma tea and awkward nurse stories." I flipped open to a random page. "Day five: Nurse Gina still thinks I’m faking my headaches. I think she has a vendetta against people under thirty." "Oooh, burn. Keep going." We stayed like that for a long while, swapping gossip and bad hospital tales, scribbling weird jokes into the margins of my journal, talking about boys, mostly her talking about Elias. It felt normal. Light. Real.

Because how do you explain hospital bills and debt collectors and the way panic curls in your chest like a second heartbeat? She gives me that mom look. The one that used to follow a stolen cookie or a skipped chore. “Don’t lie to your mother.” I stay until she drifts off, then slip out into the hallway to breathe. The hospital air is thick and sterile. I roll my neck, trying to shake the weight pressing into my spine. And that’s when I see him. Nathan Cross. Of course. Because the universe is nothing if not committed to making my life a twisted joke.

(Cole’s POV) I’ve been completely out of it today. My symptoms are getting worse despite insisting to everyone that asks that I’m staying the same. I’m desperate to stay out of Crimson General. Although their hospital wing is top notch and very friendly, I am in no hurry to discover what their main hospital is like.

She got pregnant the first or second time we ever had sex. “I know you’ll do the right thing,” he replies. “Just don’t hurt her. I’ll be forced to take her side, you know.” I laugh, suddenly seeing a bit more into why Dean freaked out so much. It’s not just about the betrayal of the unspoken bro-code, but the fear of things becoming awkward between us if Quinn and I don’t work out. “I’d want you to.” We reach the end of the hall and stop, looking at the map of the hospital tacked to the wall by the elevators. This place is small and dated. I’d hate working here after being in a big and busy hospital full of the newest medical equipment.

A low, rumbling sound that slowly turned into a grin. "Oh yes," the General muttered to himself, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "My boy is in love. He's down so bad." He reached for the phone on his desk, dialed a private number, and held it to his ear. His voice, when he spoke, was low and sharp. "Begin extraction." **** 10pm. Hopewell Hospital. **** Camille sat up in the hospital bed, back against the pillows, her mind spinning. She had just woken up. Her body still felt sore, heavy from sleep and drugs—but her brain had no time to rest. The world had gone mad.

"It's an IV. It puts medicine into your blood. You fainted, sweetheart. This is called a hospital. All the sick and injured come here for treatment." A hospital? Like General Hospital? Tanya used to watch reruns on that tiny old TV we had at the pack house. But that was a soap opera. I thought those places were only for rich humans and Alphas with insurance. Didn't this town have a doctor who came to your house like in BlueMont? Interesting. "Can we leave now?" I asked quickly. "I can still work—" "Oh please," she scoffed. "What you need now more than anything is rest."

"A hospital… this is where the creepiest things happen! We're dead!" At the same time, my personal livestream screen flickered to life. A handful of sparse comments popped up. [Another batch of newbies. They won't last the first day.] [Classic old map, Saint Anna. 99% fatality rate. Can't wait to see the head nurse turn these newbies into pincushions again.] [What's with the girl in the hospital gown? She's white as a ghost. Is she an NPC?] The other players instinctively huddled together to discuss strategy, leaving me standing alone. In my hospital gown, with a face as pale as paper, I was dead weight—a obvious liability.

“This is Zenon Colton, Wolfram’s older brother. You must be from that chatroom Delta mentioned. Thank you for seeing him, but you don’t have to worry. This is the best hospital in the city or even the whole state—better than Red Core’s medical bay!” Finlay didn’t know what that meant, but he only nodded. After all, this was indeed a leading hospital under the Rhea Faction. His eyes were then attracted by the little girl in her expensive dress. However, the crocodile stuffed toy didn’t match the supposed grace or innocence she should be exuding. The girl also climbed the bed and sat down. She then laid the stuffed toy next to Wolfram.

Diana gave him a disapproving look, "Why do you always call her silly girl? I bet she'll be your future wife; you should be nicer to her." Liam instantly wore a horrified expression, "Future wife? We're from different worlds; it's impossible for us to be together in this life, or the next!" Leah, amused, smirked, "Don't speak too soon, leave some room for yourself." Young people. Have you heard of Murphy's Law? Diana led the group to a high-end private hospital in Cloud City, heading straight to the orthopedic department. Luckily, it wasn't crowded today, and Jephson still had a few slots left.