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My phone rang. It was the hospital. “Sorry to bother you. This is Dr. Andrews from North General Hospital. Is this a good number to reach your wife, Ariana McKenna?” “Yes," I answered without thinking. "I'm her husband, Misha Carter." “Oh good,” the doctor sounded relieved. “She cancelled her follow up appointment today and I wanted to make sure I gave her the chance to ask me any questions she might have, especially after experiencing such a significant trauma.” “Significant trauma,” I balked. "She had a broken leg..."

Local area code. Answered. "Dr. Thessara Hart." "Dr. Hart, this is Maplewood General Hospital. We're calling regarding Claire Morrison." Professional voice. Clinical. "She's regained consciousness." The stethoscope slipped from my fingers. Clattered on the metal exam table. Atlas whined. "When?" "This morning. About an hour ago. She's asked for you specifically." My throat went dry. "I'll be right there." Finished with Atlas quickly. Hands shaking. Made excuses to my assistant about a family emergency.

Inhaling and exhaling, I made my way to the incoming ambulance, the paramedics on sight alerted me that a massive car crash had occurred on the highway, and so we should expect incoming patients. Today was going to be a long-ass day. ~***~ Six hours into my shift, Alexa and I were sitting in a canteen eating pasta. The hospital had many restaurants on the bottom floor so luckily we didn't have to bother looking for some other place in town. "Girl I am so hungry, I feel like my stomach might eat itself", she whined at me. "Also, tell me why I had to deal with the rudest patient today, like Sir! I'm trying to help you!"

"Could you please provide an update on Mr. Harold’s health condition? It’s been two days since he was hospitalized. Can you share any information on whether his condition has improved or worsened?" The hospital director, clad in a white coat, politely declined the interview, stating, "As healthcare professionals, we’re bound by doctor-patient confidentiality and can’t disclose any details." Disappointed reporters had congregated near the entrance of the hospital, with some even broadcasting live from the scene. The news anchor continued, "The elderly Mr. Harold remains in critical condition. It seems that a major upheaval is on the horizon for the Whitman family."

Is the dish here delicious? The general coughed. "Apologies. Sit down. ” “General, are you all right? ” I said to the general “Yes. M-my throat is a little itchy, Sybil. ” “Mother, it looks like the general is ill. We need to call a doctor,”my daughter suggested. I looked at her. “'Wait, Maze. It's not bad yet. I said my throat is itchy, no need to worry.” Then Cladius ordered his maids to change his drink.

How did this happen so fast? She tried calling Jems back to explain, but her hands were shaking too badly to dial. She'd have to text her once she got to the hospital, once she knew what was happening with her father. Please, God, Mira prayed as she wove through traffic. Please don't let him die. Please. COUNTY GENERAL HOSPITAL - ONE HOUR EARLIER A man in scrubs walked through the hospital corridors with the easy confidence of someone who belonged there. His badge identified him as Dr. Marcus Chen, though if anyone had checked the hospital database, they would have found no such person employed there.

Drake and Odette won’t bring me any newspapers (claiming to forget I requested them every time I ask) but they can’t stop me from watching the news. Of course, when the morning shows begin on the fifth day of my hospitalization, I begin to think that maybe they had a point about keeping me in the dark. Things aren’t going well. Actually, that’s an understatement, based on the grim looking reporters and scrolling text across the bottom of the screen, Elysium is in big trouble.

“Can you do me a favor?” Leon turned serious. “Just say it.” Sarah pointed to the video on screen, her voice cold. “Make this disappear. Mia’s not that kind of person.” Leon chuckled. “If I help you, what do I get in return?” Sarah turned off the TV and leaned back against the sofa. “Then forget it.” “I’m kidding,” Leon said with a faint smile. “I’ll take care of it.” --- City General Hospital. Vivian had been waiting outside Mr. Reynold’s hospital room, hoping to catch Dr. Seth. When he finally walked out, she hurried after him.

Almost. “I spoke to the doctor this morning,” Mrs. Hilton said in a high-pitched tone. “Caroline will finally be discharged this week. Isn’t that wonderful?” Olivia was aware. She was at Caroline's hospital room when her co-doctor shared the good news. Caroline's medical results were positively good. She was healthy enough to be discharged from the hospital. Just like that, Mrs. Hilton began her endless babble, slipping Caroline’s name into every topic. Olivia lost track of how many times it had been brought up. There were too many to count.

My heart skipped the moment I saw him. That was a problem because I was his nurse. My name is Philippa, and in May 2025, I was still a volunteer nurse at a small clinic in my town, where most people knew each other, and the front gate always creaked the same way. The morning was peaceful and calm as I walked into the clinic, with soft light on the porch and the street still quiet. Everywhere smelled of antiseptic clean and sharp mixed with soap and the faint scent from the sterilizer.