Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital Novels & Stories

I mumble, leaning into his body. "Okay, kitten. When you are ready, I'm hear to listen," he promises, placing a soft kiss on my brow. I look around the hospital waiting room. There is art work. New York skyline and city scenes. They are the only things in here that are not whitewashed. They are busy and noisy... Just what I need right now. Sanders Memorial is only about 3 years old. I remember hearing about it from Mom and Dad. They were excited to have such a nice facility near their home... They didn't say much other than they have excellent doctors here.

“Jess got a call and was livid. I would like for my best friend and the love of my life to be somewhat civil toward each other, and I’m aware that’s going to take time, but Jesus, Ashton. Taking Molly from the hospital when she was still unconscious?” My gut shifted. “Did the doctor call or did Sloane?” He held my gaze for a beat. “Dr. Nea Sandquist has become somewhat friendly with Jess, but no, the doctor is as terrified of me as she is of you.” So the nurse. Good to know. “I see,” I replied. He snorted. “You don’t see shit. Sloane is close to Jess, was close to Kelly. She used to volunteer at the hospital. Her death hit Sloane hard too.”

He smiled and finished his food. "Thank you," I said and finished my food too. I have also been careful with food because I don't want to get dirty After eating for more than 20 minutes, Ben decided to drive. We had a great silence. "We're almost here, Cinyla," he said, breaking the silence between the two of us. He turned to the parking area and I saw the size of Saint Louis Hospital, it has a four-story building. Its overall color is white and green. Their logo has SLH initials.

Philip In the quiet embrace of the Henderson night, nestled amidst the desert's whispers, lies the serene sanctuary of the Henderson Memorial Clinic. Bathed in the gentle glow of moonlight, its modern façade exudes a tranquil aura, inviting those needing healing to find solace within its walls. I'm trailing behind the two bodyguards as we walk down the hallway toward the ward where Nurse Samantha Hayes is assigned. She's the same nurse assigned to the OB-Gyne department when my mother brought Sarah last year while in Highland Hills.

"No way, I want to see her now! Which hospital is she in?" Skyler's tone was persistent and his face was full of concern. Mimi rolled her eyes, angry and speechless. "Do whatever you want, it's none of my business!" "If you don't give me the address, I'll find it myself!" It was as if Skyler could not tell that she was speechless and angry. Mimi gave in. "Claude Hospital on Jollz Street in the city center, do whatever you want! Don't call me again!"

Sarah shook her head off and tried to calm herself. Sarah pointed her delicate fingers on the screen where pitiful people were left begging outside hospitals. Dr. Smith already approached her, and looked at the visuals—first thing in the morning that made his stomach turn up-side-down. He did not have rest the whole night, he already felt exhausted. But the scenario on Sarah’s phone took all the strength he still has. Gong-Su hospital is the biggest in the valley where the team ventured their purple serum-mixed fertilizers. The hospital is crowded with patients who cry in pain and agony. Outside, there were many who lie on the streets, shouting in grief while trying to get into the facility.

The closing doors no longer signaled new arrivals—only the quiet withdrawal at the day's end. The treatment room was still, cool, muted. Pale gray walls, medical cabinets neatly locked. On the table: a small stack of sterile cloths, alcohol wipes, and a portable ultrasound scanner. Sloane sat at the edge of the treatment bed in a sports bra, her left arm resting limp in her lap. Her shoulder was frozen in guarded stillness—but beneath the skin, pressure pulsed, the familiar tension she still hadn't let go.

I nodded, but it didn’t stop the dread from pooling in my chest. The ride in their black SUV was exactly as tense as I’d imagined—silent, every bump in the road making me feel further away from everything safe. By the time we pulled up to the facility, I could see Jaxon’s car already there, parked strategically by the entrance. He’d beaten us somehow. Inside, the place was sterile in the worst way—white walls, no windows, the faint smell of disinfectant. A woman in a crisp navy uniform greeted me. “Ms. Sloane. You’ll be assigned a temporary room until the next hearing. Meals at scheduled times. No outside communication without authorization.”

An hour later, we were in the car. Kaelen's car. The company car he'd given me sleek, black, expensive, the kind of vehicle that made other drivers stare. My mother ran her hands over the leather seats, marveling. I pulled into the hospital parking lot. Memorial Hospital loomed above us, all glass and steel, the best medical facility in the city. "We're here." We got inside and we were immediately guided by this kind lady. She looked like she was in her late forties. She then gestured for us to enter this other room.

“Ok Derek was right no need to get cocky on me.” “Just making sure there is no confusion. Hit me with another.” “What does the hospital name change to after the plane crash?” “Grey Sloan Memorial.” “Ok you ready to pick up the difficulty.” “Ready.” “Which of Derek’s sisters moves to Seattle and works out the hospital?” “Amelia.” “What does Arizona Robbins specialise in?” She asks increasing the pace of the questions coming in my direction. “Peds.” “Who stands up at April’s wedding declaring his love for her?”