Healing Hearts Scrubs Novels & Stories

In the hospital room. Lyra stood by the bed, staring at what was left of Joel—thin, still, pale. His chest barely moved. Then he saw her—and for the first time in days, he smiled. Just a flicker. He reached for her hand, voice barely hanging on. "Lyra, don't cry. I'm sorry... I messed up. I mean it this time. Don't feel guilty because I'm gone. Just... can you hold me? One last time?"

You're going into heat" he referred to obviously as he picked me up and commenced walking like a loopy person. Luckily the health facility was right in the back of us. He dashed me into the buildng and locked us in a room. He gently set me on the bed and as quickly as we lost bodily contact I yelped in pain. I hadn't realized that the alpha's contact had been helping so much. I began crying and clawing at my clothes, a burning feeling spreading throughout my skin. The alpha fortunately sat on the facet of the bed and held his hand over mine. It helped a little bit, however now not sufficient to definitely take the ache away. "I'm sorry" I whimpered, "usually I have medicine to avoid this". "

Damn it, stop with the charm, Doc! I turned away from him, trying to hide my embarrassment, and sneezed. Of course, I knew this would happen. “Why did you use cold water?!” I scolded, sneezing again right after. “To cure the burnt area. Are you really a nurse, Miss Hira?” he asked with a teasing tone. I didn’t respond immediately because I sneezed once more, struggling to maintain my composure. “Geez,” I muttered, glancing at him with annoyance.

he answered simply. Scarlett was standing behind them and was able to catch that part of their conversation, which made her look up at him in awe. They handed each of them a scrub, a hair net, and a glove. They first walked through the administrative block of the hospital. Scarlett gawked at him as he listened attentively to the doctor’s explanations. She realized he took it seriously. This wasn’t one of those mandatory performative kindness acts he had to show as a celebrity in the media eye; he was genuinely invested in this. She had a newfound admiration for him as she watched him.

A mixture of gratitude and embarrassment settled within her as he gently wiped away her tears, creating a unique connection between two souls traversing through the unexpected twists of fate. The hazel eyes that had witnessed much silently communicated a profound understanding, leaving Hiya to contemplate the depth of compassion that had unexpectedly entered her life. She lowered her gaze, and he continued, "I am sorry... I know I shouldn't have done this, but you were crying nonstop for a long time, and I couldn't resist.” --------------------

The old woman was very distressed and could not help but vent her frustration. "Trevor, I know you are in pain and you are going through a lot, but you should at least take care of your health. You said you wanted to heal your heart and get back to your partner, how are you going to do that when you are like this? Look at the state you are in! Come, sit down quickly and drink this soup, it will give you some nourishment."

Nothing at all like the gentle leaking of healing Vera’s skin or the calm pulse of saving wilting flowers. It strikes at the darkness. Violent and unforgiving. Destroying every trace of the dark. I do not stop there. No…I see the scars left behind too. My instincts take over once more. The lightening turns gentle. Like soothing moonbeams compared to the burning sun. I see the scars slowly fade. I do not stop until every ounce of damage is healed. It draining. But I just can’t stop now. I only pull back once it is all healed. Lionel is there to catch me as I stumble. Adrien is already gripping his mate’s hand. I see now that Scarlett’s eyes are open.

Heather I swiveled in my chair as I flipped through my patient's chart one final time. Two weeks ago, Susan's heart faltered on the table. I thought we’d lost her, but her vital signs surged back to life, and she made a remarkable recovery. Now, as I looked at her, she seemed to be a completely different person. The color had returned to her cheeks, and her brown eyes sparkled with vibrancy.

Still hers. She trailed her fingertips his arm, as the morning light danced over the bruises and healing wounds as if trying to make sense of the pain etched into his skin. Battle scars. Every one of them earned in the fight to get Sophie back. The war might have been over, but peace hadn't yet settled down in her heart. Grayson stirred beside her. "You ever going to stop watching me sleep like a serial killer?" She smiled faintly. "Probably not." He cracked one eye open. "Creepy and sexy. That's very on-brand for you."

I couldn't avoid him and that's the truth. Aira pushed open the hospital suite room and we stepped in together. The first thing I saw was a weary Hunter sitting on the chair beside Hailey's bed. My heart crushed at the sight of my friend whose body was almost covered with bandages. Luckily her face only had few scratches.