General Hospital Today Full Episode Blogspot Novels & Stories

Unfortunately enough for me, I got to the hospital at exactly 2pm, the time that the movie will start at the cinema. "Hi, Good Afternoon, I'm here to see Dr Greg Daniel " I greeted the nurse at the reception who happens to be the same nurse I met months back when I had come for a meeting with the MD. "Do you have an appointment with him?" She looked at me as if I was a piece of shit. "Nope, I'm not" I replied back "Then, I'm afraid you won't be able to see him today. And also a piece of advise for you to take to heart, he's married, so buzz off and kindly use the door" She said pointing to the door leading out of the hospital.

“Hey, Put me down, Gavin.” I whispered. “We’re outside. Look.” Gavin turned his head towards the entrance of the hospital and there, I saw a group of doctors and some media and journalists standing at the side with Gavin’s ninja-like men stopping them from approaching. I looked at a young doctor approaching ahead of the group of doctors pushing a wheelchair. “G-Good morning, Mr and Mrs. Morgan. We-Welcome to the XXX hospital. Y-You can place Mrs. Morgan here , Sir.” He said. He looked so scared that I think his complexion is paler than mine.

It was a message from the unknown number. Meet me at City General Hospital. The maternity ward. Room 302. Come alone. Jayden stared at the message, his mind racing. City General. "The hospital" A wave of memories washed over him, memories of that terrible night, months ago, when Jessica had been rushed to the hospital after the accident. The night they told him their baby was gone. "It's them," he said, his voice tight. "They want to meet me at City General." "City General?" Jessica repeated, her eyes widening. "But… that's where…"

"Hey, has anyone noticed that she and the hospital president both have the last name, Hawkins? Is this a family-run hospital? Does it belong to their family?" Reading the comments, I couldn't help but laugh. In what world would an apology suffice? Thanks to their system error, this situation blew up into a nationwide scandal. I lost my job, and Mom was put through so much emotional distress as well—not to mention the fact that I was now labeled as some deadbeat who refused to pay my debts. These people had no clue that bringing Dad's body to the hospital was just the start. "Mr. Hawkins?" I called out. Albert clenched his jaw and said, "This is not a conducive place for us to talk, so let's

The thought alone made my throat burn with frustration. My gaze fell on Dmitri’s, and he must have seen the panic in them because he suddenly asked, “What's the name of the hospital?” The man answered, “General hospital. It’s not that far from here, but they have been away for almost an hour and a half.” An hour and a half. That was a long time ago. Dmitri brushed his fingers through his jaw. “I'll check out the street cameras if there’s anything.” I nodded at his words, feeling thankful he was here.

“You can come in by noon. Dr. Maxwell is currently attending to a delivery.” “Alright, thank you,” I reply and end the call. I quickly respond to my father’s latest message. He’s been going on and on about starting a business together—trying to rope me into one of his half-formed plans. I tell him I’ll think about it, just to buy time. By noon, I order a ride. The hospital is a large, modern building, dressed in crisp white and cool blue. A security guard at the entrance directs me upstairs. I find the front desk, where the same voice from the call greets me with a friendly smile.

"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."

I have been on edge since yesterday, since the news broke that Cassian had relapsed because the stupid incompetent hospital. I still don't understand what had happened, I still don't understand how it had happened, my son, my heir is in the hospital now, relying on life support to stay alive and I still don't know why. The last news we got from the hospital was that he was okay, that was going to be okay and then suddenly like clock work, the owner of the hospital comes from the branch that he is heading in New York, to break the news that my son might never wake up.

"My father is dying, can you come around?" Everything else disappeared. "I'm on my way, where are you?" "NewYork-Presbyterian, fifth floor." I hung up and grabbed my bag. Sage appeared already packed, car keys in hand. "Connor texted me, we're going to the hospital." In the car Sage didn't make me talk, just drove with one hand holding mine across the center console. I stared out the window watching Manhattan blur past and tried to process what Zayn had said. At NewYork-Presbyterian we took the elevator to the fifth floor. I found Zayn standing outside a room looking gutted, barely holding it together.

Kayla’s POV The hospital room was unusually crowded that morning. The blinds were half-drawn, letting in streaks of pale sunlight, and the air smelled faintly of disinfectant. I sat upright on my bed, a pillow tucked behind me for support, while Maya stood by the window, scrolling through her tablet. My mother sat beside me, holding a cup of warm tea that had already gone cold. Across from us sat a man in a gray suit with slicked-back hair… the media expert Maya had brought in. His name was Mr. Halpern, and his calm yet serious expression told me this wasn’t going to be an easy discussion.