Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital Novels & Stories

(Isabella Marcos) Once again, camera flashes like crazy as soon as they heard that President Mies would be transferred to the US and more so to the recently famous, Blur Hill Medical Institute and the fact that Virtue Financial, actually owned the famous hospital were shocking. It made many realized that now it make sense as to why Blue Hill Medical Centre were able to received the supplies of VH-Serum, it was actually fully owned by Virtue Financial, that means another 2 of the public hospital in the US were also owned by Virtue Financial.

*** **CHICAGO - METRO GENERAL HOSPITAL - PEDIATRIC WING** The cheerful murals and bright colors of the pediatric wing felt like a grotesque parody. Leo and Harlan moved through the bustling corridors disguised as maintenance workers – coveralls, toolboxes filled with weapons and breaching charges. Reynolds’s fragmented decryption had given them Groundskeeper’s likely identity: **Martin Shale, HVAC Technician, Level 3 Clearance.** Access to the entire hospital’s ventilation systems. They found the main HVAC control room for the pediatric wing in a sterile, humming sub-basement. Shale wasn’t there. A young technician looked up, startled. **<< Marty? He called in sick. Bad flu. Why? >>**

Alice. ** Grey gazed at a white building surrounded by acacia trees. The hospital was enclosed by a two-meter-high wall, with a silver sign displaying its identity. As Grey entered, he noticed two ambulances parked in front of the hospital, and the front lobby was filled with advertisements and notice boards displaying the hospital's rules. As Grey proceeded further inside, a nurse immediately halted his steps. The nurse inquired about Grey's purpose for coming to the psychiatric hospital. Upon explaining his intentions, the nurse directed Grey to the hospital director, who also served as a doctor there.

His hand tapped my shoulder lightly. A tiny gasp escaped my lips at the mention of Lenox Hill. It was a well-known hospital in New York. A hospital owned by Smithson & Co.—Alexander's company. "Who requested this transfer, doctor?" I asked, my mind racing with suspicion. The doctor hesitated before responding, "I'm not at liberty to disclose that information. Just know we're doing what's best for your mother." He informed me and walked away.

Outside St. Mary’s Hospital, twilight draped the city in shades of orange and violet. The air was thick with the tang of antiseptic and summer humidity. Sirens still hummed faintly in the distance, remnants of the earlier chaos on the 6th Street Viaduct, now cordoned off with floodlights and barricades. Inside the hospital’s fourth floor, the atmosphere was calmer—but only just.