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My left upper thigh and waist are so sore, I am sure it is going to show a bruise when I look. Gran asks if I need help but I assure her I’m fine. I feel like crap but at least today I have control of my body and mind. Yesterday was a terrible feeling. I go to the toilet and then brush my teeth and wash my face. I can’t believe I slept an entire day. I am still trying to swallow down some strawberry yoghurt when the doctor arrives. I smile at him and try to slowly get up to greet him. “No sit. You must be Hayley. I'm Dr Guzman.”

Then, her phone seemed to have been snatched away, and Hailey heard Doug's voice came from the other side, "Hailey, your mother has suffered a lot today. She didn't watch her tongue. Don't take it to heart." Hailey smiled indifferently, "I won't care as long as it's something said by somebody who I care not about." Doug's heart sank. After a long silence, he said, "Come to the hospital tonight. Your second Grandpa wants to meet you" Hailey thought of the scene she saw when she went to the hospital the other day. Second Master George who was covered in tubes was lying in the intensive care unit. He Was very different from the energetic old man he was five years ago. It turned out that time wa

….. Hospital hallway. "What are you guys doing? Unreliable it's just a radio interview show that's not risky at first but how could something this big happen?" Edin's loud voice scolded Mimin and Din who bowed their heads in front of him. The television broadcast in the waiting room was faint. The hospital looked a bit crowded with several patients who came with the same complaint of being splashed with acid as Verss. Some journalists from print, television, and online media were already busy on standby in the waiting room.

|| Aaron's POV || When I arrived at City General Hospital, I threw money at the driver without waiting for change and ran through the emergency room entrance. The fluorescent lights were harsh and unforgiving, the smell of antiseptic and illness making my stomach turn. Or maybe that was the whiskey and guilt churning inside me. "Room 304," I said to the nurse at the desk, my voice coming out rougher than I'd intended. "Sophie Styles. Where is it?"

“Hey doc, is something wrong?” “I am Doctor Murphy from Fort Mill Psychiatric Hospital. We have observed you since you came into the hospital, you are still getting discharged today but you will immediately be admitted into my psychiatric hospital for your safety and the safety of the people around you. I truly am sorry that we have to do this.”

December 26th Morning Sasha “Sealed the deal with Bert yet?” Tami is swinging on her chair again, clicking away on her computer. The hospital is abuzz. About as many people grievously ill or irreversibly injured as you would ever expect. And business is booming for it. Though, business is a rather insensitive way of putting it, I suppose. The hallways have a lot of foot traffic is probably the nicer way to put it.

“Zuri, do you know grandpa’s whereabouts? Which hospital was he admitted to?” For a moment, Zuri is totally silent. “Amani, are you okay?” My eyes sting once again right unshed tears and my shredded heart bleeds onto the semi-flooded streets of New York City. I look up to the sky and blink rapidly, but the tears still fall. I can’t control it. “P-please, Zuri. Just tell me.” “Uh… I heard Duke say something about the general hospital. But you may not be allowed in since you’re not a family member…”

Today. I slip on a hoodie, tug the cap lower over my forehead, and step into the hospital, the clean scent of antiseptic hitting me hard. My sneakers echo down the hallway as I make my way toward Dr. Maynard’s office. I keep my head down, hoping no one notices me. It’s been a while since the whole incident with Eva, but the whispers never truly die down.

“This is City General Hospital. Your mother was brought in earlier this evening. She suffered a heart attack…. She's out of danger now, but we need you to come in as soon as possible.” The words hit me like cold water. My eyes went wide… My stomach dropped. The phone felt heavy in my hand as I slowly dropped it from my ear. I could barely breathe. Williams watched me, his brows pulling together in concern. “Is everything alright?” His voice broke. The late-night tension between us shattered in an instant, replaced by something sharper and colder. I swallowed hard and placed the phone back to my ear. trying to keep my voice steady. “I’ll be right there.”

"I'm a permanent resident if you'll let me be." ​I wanted to believe him so badly it hurt. But as I looked at him, all I could see was the massive gap between us. I was under him, in every way that mattered, and I didn't know if I could handle the weight of his world crushing mine. ** ​I was under his world, just like I’d always feared. And right now, he was the only person who could stop my world from ending. I was dead to the world, buried under my thin blanket after another killer shift, when the buzzing of my phone on the floor jolted me awake. I squinted at the screen. General Hospital.