Hospital Wing Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

Mara hugged herself and looked at the feet in front of her instead of looking around at all. She could smell the sterile hospital cleaner and hear the various beeping sounds of different machines. Mara hated hospitals; she wasn't really sure why they just always seemed like a creepy place to be, she almost ran into the back of the female doctor when she stopped outside Dante’s room. “He is stable but not awake,” the doctor spoke softly but firm, “we don't know when he will wake up so please keep your voices soft and low, but he does need to hear the voices of the people who care for him.” Mara looked up at the doctor as she touched Mara’s elbow coaxing her inside, “Oh no I don't really k

"The hospital released a still image from their security footage." The room tensed. "Show me." Harrison placed the tablet on the table. The image appeared. A grainy frame captured from a hallway camera. A hospital corridor. A nurse. Two security officers. And a patient being wheeled toward surgery. Lena's breath caught instantly. Because the patient wasn't old. Not as old as he should have been. Not seventy-five. Not eighty. And even through the poor image quality, one detail stood out clearly. The man's face.

"My Luna is about to give birth, and we need to register our pup as soul heir to our packs that have been united." "I'm assuming the permits for this were one through the elders first?" I nodded and responded, "Yes." He ordered the men of the castle who obeyed him and we were placed in the east wing, closest to the hospital. Setting our things in our room the door was scratched on, I opened the door to be met with two wolves, one known as Wanda and the other in a single small wheelchair attached to his side. This must be Cosmo. ‘Follow us to the Queen’s throne room.’ Wanda linked me.

As if each injury and wound had a different method of treatment. “We need the green ribbon ointment, and the gauze from the blue ribbon box from the end box.” A woman says to her young son as he runs off to get what she asks. I have never seen such a strange manner of working, but it’s efficient and seems to be working, and I can see no one is left unattended. It seems that this is my Wolf Princess’s doing… I pick up her scent first as I approach the doors to the hospital wing. I reign in my aura as much as possible, not wanting her to spot me, but I manage to catch sight of her pretty fast and move to the shadows, observing her.

Wendy, Harry, and Lilian had to die. At that moment, Jessica had already started thinking about how to eliminate Lilian. Lilian knew her secret. As long as Lilian couldn't talk anymore, her identity would stay hidden. - Wendy entered Harry's hospital room once again. He was sitting in a wheelchair, his limbs useless, unable to speak—a shell of the man he once was. A caregiver was attending to him. Wendy looked at the caregiver. "You can go now. I'll take over." "Alright," the caregiver said and left.

“…An honor?” For a moment, he thought he had misheard. Nobody ever spoke to him like that. Not in his world. Inside the Hayes mansion, he was called useless. A burden. A mistake. Honor didn’t belong anywhere near his name. He let out a short, bitter breath. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m not interested.” “This is not a joke, sir,” The voice replied immediately. “My name is Victor Hale. I am the chief steward of the Cross family.”

The witch Margaret and her grandson Richard sprang to mind right away. They had already demonstrated that they would go to extreme lengths to damage us. When I entered the hospital, the reality of the disease dawned on me immediately. The air was mixed with the smell of sweat and fear. Wolves lie on cots, their features pallid and drawn, their eyes dull from suffering. Healers went among them with sad attitudes.

“I don’t know yet, Saint mentioned the name. How about a group called the Feral? Is that something you remember? Maybe it could be a group of wolves from Silver Moon? Or do you know if Silver Moon ever had witches on their territory?” “I never saw any witches. I definitely don’t remember any groups calling themselves the Feral. Why do I feel like we had this conversation?” “Nah, don’t worry about it,” he brushes off my question, “But saying you felt feral and the fact that you wouldn’t eat human food, then involuntarily shifted in the hospital wing so Lex could go eat raw food makes me more and more feel like this was a group of witches that enchanted you or something.”

Alistair was currently at the Tower, meeting with Hector Graves in conducting a full retroactive security sweep of the Manor staff, particularly those hired in the last year. Varisa drove Sophie to the hospital herself. The journey was silent, Sophie clinging on tight to a favourite stuffed fox. St. Benedict Children's Hospital was a sprawling modern facility, yet the atmosphere inside proved to be soothing, with colours of vivid murals blending with the muffled bustle of healthcare professionals. “We’re just going to talk to a nice doctor, little one, about your dreams, okay?” Varisa murmured as they approached the check-in desk in the Children’s Wellness wing.

She also made sure to purchase two additional servings of food for Grandma and Stella, both of whom appeared to be awake at this point. While Terry was out getting breakfast, he noticed that his eyes were twitching constantly, and he felt an overwhelming sense of unease in his heart. Harry was now awake, so Terry set the bowl of chicken porridge down on the nightstand cabinet next to his bed. Terry asked in a hushed voice, "Are you feeling better now?" Harry beamed and said with a smile, "Ah, so going to the hospital after the battle will help you recover more quickly than usual!"