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She said and closed her window , draw her curtain and went to bed. < GENERAL HOSPITAL > Vince parents, Vince and Brittany were at the hallway of the hospital waiting for the doctors who were checking on Gina to step out. Soon after he did , with three nurses behind him. "Doctor how is our daughter ? " Mr Addams asked. "She is fine it nothing serious but just to be safe we will run some test on her " The doctor said and they all let out a sigh of relief. "Can we see her ? " Mrs Addams asked.

Before I could retort back in defiance, a phone's shrill ring pierced through our conversation, cutting through the tension. He raised an eyebrow, “that's your phone.” “Oh right. My phone.” I fumbled with my phone, embarrassed, almost dropping it before answering. “Hello?” “Is this Danica McKellar?” A clinical voice cut through the line. “Speaking.” “This is LifeFirst General Hospital. Your daughter, Valerie McKellar who was brought into our intensive care unit–” I shot up from my seat. “What happened? Is she–” “I'm so sorry to inform you that we lost her. Our team did everything possible, but—”

Please. *...*...*...*...*...*... The bus takes forever. Lily’s laying limp in my arms, her fever refusing to break. Fuck, I should have known. I shouldn’t have left her with our mother. I stroke her hair and keep whispering to her, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you, you’re okay, baby.” The General hospital is a mess: There are so many sick people that the place is practically full. I clutch Lily tighter and head to the reception.

“No way, you were the one who helped me online first, Mr. Claud. I should thank you first!” Zayn seemed to be in a better mood now. “We’ve helped each other out. Right, why are you here?” Jocelyn’s gaze flashed as she smiled and pointed to the supermarket next to them. “My friend was hospitalized. I came over to purchase some daily necessities for her!” Zayn was slightly stunned. “What a coincidence. Come on, let’s go!” Claude Hospital. Skyler came over to the hospital and watched as the doctors set the cast on Jim’s arm. Jim then got sent to a ward.

Niko began. “I am not sitting here arguing with adverbs while my best friend’s last known GPS ping is a parking garage,” I said. “We check. Now.” “Agreed,” Jax said from his usual post near the windows. He pushed off the wall, all quiet readiness. “I’ll drive.” *** The hospital was a mid‑tier teaching facility that had seen better years and worse funding. We’d been here before. Once when Mila called me to meet a man whose EEG “made her teeth itch.”

I nod at her before we make our exit out of the house. We arrive after general hospital after twenty-two minutes' drive and once we park in, I get down and make my way into the hospital along with Lauren. I begin to dial the number that had called me half hour ago and it is picked up after the first ring. "Hello, I'm at the Hope general hospital now, what floor are you?" "Third floor," she replies.

As she began to sob, I couldn't help but think about how quickly everything had changed. "Which hospital, please?" she asked, her voice now urgent. "City General Hospital," I replied before she abruptly ended the call. Placing the phone back in my pajamas pocket, I resumed pacing back and forth, my mind consumed with worry for Nathan. Through the transparent wall, I could catch glimpses of Nathan lying in the hospital bed, surrounded by the medical team as they worked tirelessly to save him.

"Today's really turning out to be unlucky. I just dealt with one loser, and now another one shows up!" It was none other than Bernard Hackett from Jayrodale General Hospital.

"I'll be fine." After that, I hung up the phone. － Soon, I arrived at the gate of hospital. I had been here three times today. The hospital is relatively a good one in City Y. Even though it was night time, the parking lot was full of cars. There were even more people in the emergency room. Soon I saw Kelsi in a light-colored coat in the crowd. She was wearing a big mask. When I walked over, she was also looking at me. We walked to a quiet corridor, I asked, "Tell me, what do you want?"

Another line appears. TIMESTAMP: NOVEMBER 17, 2023 — 21:42 The hospital. The night everything broke. “Adrian…” My voice is barely there. “I see it,” he says, but his tone has changed—lower, tighter, edged with dread. The file opens. It’s video. Grainy at first, then sharpening into merciless clarity. A hospital corridor at New York Presbyterian. Fluorescent lights. White walls. Too bright. Too clean. I know this place in my bones before my mind catches up.