Healing Hearts Scrubs Novels & Stories

I said. The girl slowly took Scarlett's slim hands into her's and closed her eyes. She was healing Scarlett. Her flushed face started coming back to normal and Scarlett stopped whimpering. The healer girl swiftly got up and said, " That's all I can do". "Thank you. I will take care of the rest. You can go." She nodded and went out of the room. I looked back at Scarlett. She was shivering a bit. I put a thick blanket on her and put a hand on her forehead. She was still slightly warm but much better than earlier.

I think it's his room, it has one big window, TV and big king-size bed everything was black in his room, even the sheets except the walls they were gray. "you thought I will get scarred, after what you said don't mess with me. oh, you don't have any idea. About how I'm so scared right now. I tried to release my hand from his grip but that only makes him hold it tighter. he leaned down and whispers in my ear "I know that one day you will be mine. maybe for a week-" that's disgusting "that will be only in your dreams." I screamed in his face without hesitation. "if I want to, you will be the actress starring in my dreams" then I felt his breath on my lips. please don't do it, please don't do i

I soon arrived at the good health hospital, grabbed the two cups of pica pica juices as I made way to the attendees at the counter. “Good evening, I'm Ethan Morello.” “Good evening to you sir,” she said, her tone very welcoming. “I'm here to see a patient, Elizabeth mosaic,” I said, showing my I'd card, which she collected to review. After a quick second, she handed it right back with a short nod, “Please give me a moment to check in Miss Mosaic ward number.” she stated with a smile, her eyes now back to the screen, scrolling right through it.

The weight of a scalpel, the careful twist and tug of a suture stitch, the operating lights, and here I was thinking I forgot who I used to be. "That was incredible, Ella," Jacob praises as he finishes putting on his own scrubs. My lips twitch as I hold back a smile. His scrubs have a custom print with stars on them which, with what I know about him, suits him perfectly. "Right back at you, thank you for your help in there, I know I put you on the spot with that but you performed marvelously. I can see why you're the best." "I think you've already stolen that title. Honestly, I've never seen such a fast surgery. Watching the Healing Touch at work was worth it. You've certainly earned all tha

He squeezed my hand before letting go. “Maybe it only shows up when it’s absolutely necessary. When you’re in real danger.” “Thank you, Lennox,” I said, feeling a small weight lift off my shoulders. Just then, the healers arrived. They hurried in with their kits, smelling of dried herbs and antiseptic. Lennox stepped aside while they worked on me, cleaning the deep scratches on my arms and dabbing ointment on the dark bruises blooming across my skin. I winced as they poked and prodded, but eventually, the stinging faded into a dull throb.

" Tyler's face fell instantaneously. Right after that, a hurt and dissatisfied look came across his face. No matter what, he wasn't going to evoke pity from me again. I pulled Matthias by the hand and led him back to the changing room, when I realized that my hand was clammy. I lowered my head to look, only to see fresh blood trickling down the back of his hand and seeping in between his thumb and index finger. "You hurt your hand? Why didn't you say anything?" "It's fine. It's just a minor injury. I didn't want you to be sad." Matthias was looking at me with his head down. Even though he was clearly the one who was hurt, his eyes overflowed with his heartache for me.

The intense pain in my heart was still adamant there. “Stop the blood, Scarlett. You have just shifted, you’ll need the strength now. It’s not healing him this time,” Asher helplessly informed my mate. The droplets of her blood on my heart felt like hot lava and as it mixed with my blood, the wounded part of my heart seemed to be healing. “But I can see the bruises healing. It has to heal him, I can’t lose Klaus,” she muttered in a shaking voice and I felt the tension building inside me.

I felt his heartbeat still but it was weak and I looked to see that it hadn’t deterred Scarlyt, she was now chanting an original language as she worked to heal her mate. I felt an arm around my shoulder and instinctively leaned into Oryn. He had a straight face as he stared at Codyn and I could feel that he was broken up about it and guilty. I was about to turn to him when Scarlyt increased her chanting, faster and louder. Then her eyes started to glow as bright as her hands and she pressed her palms over his wound tightly as she continued chanting. His heartbeat was steady but distant and I held on tighter as I saw a lone tear fall down Scarlyt’s face.

It was a mass of black mist coiled around his heart. It was steadily corroding his organs. "I'm ready." I opened my eyes. "Stabilize my hand." The healing assistant, Ruth Martin, immediately stepped forward and secured my right hand with a specialized healing splint, leaving only the tips of my fingers exposed. It still hurt like hell, but at least I could hold a scalpel. I was wheeled into the operating room. Mr. Sullivan lay on the table, his face ashen, his breathing shallow. The rise and fall of his chest was getting weaker and weaker.

(Sylvia's POV) The healing center felt like a sanctuary after the nightmare at the hospital. Lucas carried me through sterile white corridors, his arms steady and secure despite everything we'd just been through. "Room seven is ready," a healer in pristine robes directed us. "Please, bring her in immediately." Lucas gently placed me on the examination table, his golden eyes never leaving my face. The healer, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, immediately began her assessment. "My name is Dr. Elena," she said, her hands glowing with healing energy as she examined me. "I'm going to check your vital signs first."