Hogwarts Hospital Wing

My in-laws were hit by a car crash. I called my husband, begging him to give me some money to pay the hospital bill. He said, "Oh, if you want money, just come out with it. That excuse is terrible!" He hung up on me. Despite how unfair it felt, I had to call him again. This time, a voice I was familiar with hit my ears. A woman's voice. "Chris, I got a bit too much sunscreen on my hand. Can I smear the rest on your abs?" Lovingly, my husband said, "You little troublemaker." His parents died that night. Overseas.

Para sair com a assistente no dia de Natal, meu marido colocou calmantes no leite em pó da nossa filha. Enquanto eu corria aflita para levar Isabela ao hospital com febre alta, acabei vendo, por acaso, Renato subir as escadas com a assistente no colo. — A Camila torceu o pé. Vim acompanhar ela no atendimento! Nossa filha estava sendo operada, e ele sequer olhou para trás. Apertei com força o bilhete premiado de dez milhões de reais no bolso. Já era hora de desistir desse casamento de sete anos.

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ This story contains mature themes, including consensual BDSM, power exchange, and adult language. It is intended for mature audiences (18+). Some scenes may be intense or triggering for certain readers. This is a fictional work, not intended to offend or misrepresent any person, culture, or country. Blurb: Freya is a gifted surgeon known and loved by everyone in the hospital where she works. one night, her life is thrown into chaos when two bloodied men, hours apart, crashed into her world, demanding her skills... and both hiding deadly secrets. In a world where everyone plays dirty and secrets, can kill, Freya must choose her heart or avoid both calamity.

Dana Montecarlo woke up from a 5-year coma due to a severe traffic accident. She woke up from her hospital bed, with her loving husband on her side, Garrett Montecarlo. Dana was happy and relieved to know that her husband survived the car crash, and he's alive and well. But there seems to be something different about her husband, especially with his kiss. It wasn't that passionate as it used to be. She's wondering why her husband can't look at her straight in the eye. He's acting aloof and distant towards her, as if they were total strangers. What could've happened to her husband after the car crash?

Nikkie needs to earn at least 70,000 dollars for her mother's medical expenses. She can't get that much money from her part-time job. What kind of job could she get as a high school graduate to earn that much money? As she was crying about her poverty in a corner of the hospital lobby, a couple in their mid-thirties, dressed in fancy clothes, suddenly approached her. "Sorry, we accidentally heard about your predicament. Would you like to help us, and get 70,000 dollars in return?" the woman asked kindly. "What do I have to do? I'll do anything!" said Nikkie excitedly. "Be a surrogate mother for us."

My son just had surgery. I'm sitting by his bedside in the hospital when I come across a post online. "What's the worst thing you've ever done?" One anonymous comment stands out. "I used the upperclassman who funded me as a stepping stone. My sponsor was rich but clueless. After she paid for my entire college, I slept with her husband and got pregnant. "The craziest part? My son and her son were born on the same day, but my husband swapped the babies. Now, she treats my son like he's her whole world, working day and night to give him a better life. "But her own son lives with me, wearing hand-me-downs and eating leftovers. Today, my son had surgery. I was worried sick, so I slapped her son hard a few times. "Oh, and her family just got a three-million-dollar payout for relocation. My husband is going to the hospital later. He's going to use the excuse of buying a house near the schools to get the money. "Once we have the money, I'm buying a villa. Then I'll get my son back and kick her out!" The post includes a blurry photo of a boy begging on his knees. My breath catches because the charm on his wrist is the same lucky charm I gave my son the day he was born. Just then, my husband pushes open the door to the ward and walks in. "Honey, Sean's starting elementary school soon. Let's use that relocation money your mom received to buy a house near the schools."

Kalagitnaan ng gabi lasing na lasing si Lance at pinigilan siyang umuwi ng kaibigan niya galing sa isang bar ngunit hindi siya nakinig. Habang nagmamaneho nang mabilis ay biglang tumawag ang kanyang ina, dahilan para mawalan siya ng konsentrasyon sa pagmamaneho, at tangkang mababangga sa isang kulay asul na kotse na kapwa bumubulusok din ng takbo. Mababangga na sana ang kotse niya rito nang sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon ay lumihis ng landas ang kasalubong niyang kotse dahilan para tumama ito sa kongkretong pader. Tinulungan ni Lance ang babaeng nagmamaneho ng asul na kotse upang dalhin sa hospital ngunit kinabukasan matapos niyang dalhin ang babae sa hospital ay bigla nalamang itong nawala ng parang bula. Walong buwan matapos ang aksidente ay muling nagkrus ang landas ng dalawa, ngunit sa pagkakataong ito ay talagang sinadya na, sapagkat ang babae na mismo ang lumapit sa kanya at nagpakilala bilang tauhan ng kaniyang ama. Ang mas nakapagpagulat kay Lance ay nang malaman nitong pinapahanap siya ng kanyang ama na matagal na niyang hinahangad na makita. Mas lalo siyang nasorpresa sa sinabi ng babae na siya ang misyon niya, misyon niyang dalhin siya sa bansa nilang hindi lantad sa ibang mga tao. Sa isang bansang tago at hindi kita sa globo. Isang bansang hanggang ngayon ay nananatiling sikreto.

She is Shanaya Yssey Sarmiento or Aya for her nickname. She is a Nurse in Cebu Doctors Universities Hospital. Isa siyang palaban at malakas na babae sa kanilang lugar at binabansagan ito Avah Maldita dahil sa kamalditahan at katarayan nito ngunit sa mga close nito sa buhay ay totoo siya ngunit may isang tao na nagpapagulo sa kaniyang puso't isipan si Marcus. Marcus Dylan Agustin is a Doctor of St. Agustin General Hospital kung saan siya ang namamahala. Broken Hearted ito dahil mas pinili ng Girlfriend nito na sumama sa kaniyang pinsan na si Warren. Halos lahat ng atensyon niya ay nasa trabaho ngunit pinapupunta siya ng kanyang parents sa Cebu kung saan ang lupain ng kanyang abuela at kung saan nakatira ang kanyang Nanny noong bata pa lamang siya. Makilala niya si Aya ang anak ni Aling Crusing ngunit sa umpisa ay halos kung magaway sila ay aso't pusa at sa pagiging maldita ni Aya. Ngunit dumating sa punto na mahuhulog ang loob ni Aya kay Marcus dahil sa magandang ipinapakita niya sa kanya pero susubukan ng isang pagsubok ang nararamdaman ni Aya dahil sa kailangan ng bumalik ni Marcus sa Maynila at paalis papuntang Amerika upang pamahalaan ang hospital nila roon pagkatapos ng summer break. Will continue to love him if the summer break is over?

My father raised me on one principle: fair exchange. If I wanted anything, I had to earn it myself. Fifty cents for washing the dishes. A dollar for mopping the floor. Five dollars for a perfect score on a test. To buy the pair of white sneakers I had been dreaming of, I spent three months collecting recyclables. In that house, I lived like a pieceworker, paid by the task. It was not until my senior year of high school that everything began to crack. I collapsed during morning study, my body worn down by years of malnutrition. The doctor said I needed better nutrition. My father stood by my hospital bed and started doing the math. "Three hundred for the hospital stay. Two hundred for medication. Chester, this all goes on your tab for the future." I turned my head and saw a boy in a school uniform in the next bed. His father was feeding him spoonfuls of chicken soup, his eyes red with worry. In that moment, the world I had known for 18 years fell apart. It turned out not every child had to earn their parents' love. After I was discharged, I went home and saw the pair of designer sneakers on my brother's feet; it was worth thousands. That was when I finally woke up. I tore up the family photo and, without hesitation, applied to the college farthest from home. Ten years later, my father called me in tears. My brother had taken all his retirement savings, sold the house, and run off with his girlfriend. He was left with nothing. No home. No one. I smiled and tossed him a rag. "Want a place to stay? Sure. It's 50 cents per window. Earn your own rent."

I was the hospital's top surgeon. After three successful surgeries, Medical Affairs decided to reprimand me in front of the whole hospital and canceled my bonus for the month. I argued with the head of Medical Affairs. "I've been working for this place for ten years, and I've always been the first to do everything! I went through five surgeries nonstop last year and had to go through one myself for exhaustion! What did I do to deserve this?" Yes, I was the top surgeon, but the bills were stressing me out, too. My husband had just lost his job, and I had to pay for the car, the mortgage, and our kid's extracurriculars. The burden I had to shoulder wasn't an easy one. So, I was counting on that bonus to get my kid into a basketball club, and now it had been taken away from me. This couldn't be happening! I couldn't believe that they were blaming me for a successful surgery! I was high up in the hierarchy here, so the department head didn't start a fallout right away. Instead, he tried to calm me down. "You drank two bags of IV during the late-night surgery and charged the patients for it. Their family's complaining about unfair fees, and it went viral. We had no choice!" That reminded me. That surgery was a complex one, and it wasn't even supposed to be assigned to me. After all, I'd been working around the operating table for 36 hours prior to that. However, it was the deputy director who came to me and insisted that I take over. I had no choice but to go ahead.