Hogwarts Hospital Wing

When the flood came, my father, who was the captain of the rescue team, immediately rescued my cousin and cut my rescue rope. "Vivian can't swim, and there's not enough space on the helicopter. You won't die even if we rescue you a little later." I was rushed to the hospital while hanging onto a thread, but my mother, who was a doctor, gave the last bag of rare blood to my cousin, who was not even seriously injured. I begged with a weak voice, but my mother pried my fingers apart and said, "Your cousin is anemic and has always been in poor health. Must you fight for attention at such a time?" My parents had no idea that I stopped breathing when they abandoned me.

My husband and I have been legally married for five years. This is the tenth time he's canceled our wedding ceremony. This time? His student, Laura, is competing in her first international violin competition—and he 'needs' to be there. I still remember the last cancellation: an awards ceremony he had to attend with her. The time before that? She fell ill, and he stayed at her hospital bedside. The other times? I've lost count of the excuses, but it doesn't matter. The reason is always Laura. Her needs always outweighed my wedding. My marriage. My life. Fine. If he wanted to stand by Laura so badly, he could stay there forever. This hollow, five-year farce of a marriage? It's over.

On a trip to Chicily, my wife, Rosa Stone, and her first love, Jack Cud, insisted on feeding wild, starving wolves. I simply reminded them, "You might attract more hungry wolves." They turned on me, calling me a heartless monster. In the end, I was right. A pack of wolves really did show up. They circled the car, watching us hungrily. Jack was bitten by one. To my surprise, Rosa kicked me out of the car, yelling, "Jack is hurt! He needs to be taken to the hospital! Distract the wolves, I'll come back for you!" I watched them drive away, leaving me behind, surrounded by hungry wolves closing in from all sides. My heart sank. But, Rosa forgot one thing—I was a great Wolvesmith.

Si Clark Walton ay Pangalawang anak ng Walton Family, pinalayas sa takot na maagawan ng posisyon ang panganay na Anak ng pamilya walton na paborito ng kanyang lola. May tawag mula sa kanyang cellphone ang kanang kamay ng pamilya Walton na si Warren. "Young Master Clark" Kailangan mo bumalik sa mansyon ang iyong ama ay nasa Hospital na may malubhang sakit, at iyong panganay na kapatid na si Jared ay nakakulong. Wala ng ibang Magpapatakbo ng negosyo ng Pamilya Walton kundi ikaw. "Young Master Clark nakikiusap ang iyong lola na bumalik kana sa Forbes Mansion"

Hiraya Almendral was done with love after her boyfriend cheated on her with her own sister. To help her move on, her friends dared her to kiss a stranger at a VIP club—for money. She took the dare, thinking it was nothing. But the man she kissed? Dr. Yasmir Sierra. One of the best doctors in the country and an acting president of Sierra Medical Group. Their paths cross again at the hospital where she’s working as an intern. Yasmir, afraid to lose her again and as punishment for kissing him without his permission, appoints her as his secretary. Another dare followed in exchange for a scholarship for med school in Canada—make him fall, then break his heart. But as the lines blurred, Hiraya realized one thing—she might be the one falling instead.

My dormmate falls in the dorm and sends the rest of us the hospital bill. She wants us to compensate her. "I only fell because you guys left a puddle of water at the door. It's only right that you compensate me, don't you think? It's not much—you each just have to give me a thousand dollars to cover the checkup, medication, transport, the classes I missed, and the mental distress I suffered." I exchange looks with my two other dormmates. All three of us politely decline. That's when she goes berserk. She screeches threateningly, "Do you know who my father is? I'll make sure you guys can't graduate if you don't compensate me!"

My daughter Stella was dying—kidneys shot, barely hanging on. She needed a transplant. Fast. But my wife, Kylie—the hospital director—stole the donor kidney meant for Stella and handed it off to her old flame's kid instead. That boy lived. They celebrated. Played happy family while my daughter was bleeding out hope. That same day, I called Kylie. Told her Stella didn't have much time. All she said was, "That ungrateful brat's faking it again? Lying? If she wants to die, let her." Stella didn't make it. Her body gave out in the worst way. And when Kylie finally saw her—really saw her—she broke.

After Charlotte was thrown out by her father along with her mother from the Enfield's family, Charlotte struggles to take care of her sick mother's medical bills. On the day her mother collapses in the hospital, she is threatened by her father with her mother's life to replace and marry her step-sister's fiancé who turns out to be the scarred and crippled son of the Moore family so that they could get money to finance their family's business. In exchange, her mother's bills will be paid. Charlotte married him and decided to make their marriage work and stay away from her family, but her stepmother and step-sister would not leave her alone. This time around, she is ready to fight them with her new identity as Mrs. Moore.

On our wedding day, Ethan got a call and bolted from the ceremony. Grandma was so furious she started coughing up blood, and everyone just watched. Not one person stepped in to help. I raced her to the hospital, but it was too late. She was gone before they even got her inside. Then, as I sat alone in the morgue, my phone lit up. It was Ethan. "Grace, get to the hospital. Bella's hurt and needs your blood!" "Ethan Carter, it's over between us." I ended the call, leaving the last pieces of my heart—and him—behind. Months later, he was on his knees in the pouring rain, begging for forgiveness, saying he'd do anything, give anything, if I'd only look back.

Bella Page suffers from a rare amnesia that prevents her from forming new memories, leaving her trapped in an Abusive marriage. For four years, she has lived at the mercy of her Billionaire husband, unaware of his cruelty and manipulation. When Vaughn’s mistress, Bella’s half-sister sets her up in an accident, She suffers a head injury. But instead of losing more, she gains everything: Her memories return. Now remembering every bruise, every lie, every betrayal, Bella is done being a victim. So when Vaughn arrives at her hospital room, fresh from Jessica’s bed and pretending to care, Bella greets him with a cold, poisonous smile. “Mr. McCoy,” she says, “see you in court.”