Hospital Wing Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

SOPHIA LANCASTER The heavy glass doors of the Lancaster Innovations building slid shut behind me, completely cutting off the suffocating energy of the corporate slaughterhouse. I stepped back into my car. I drove to the hospital my mom was in and by the time I stepped out of the elevator onto the hospital's VIP wing, I felt like a ghost. I saw that her doctor was standing near the nurses' station, writing on a tablet. "Mrs. Hawthorne," he greeted quietly

*** **CHICAGO - METRO GENERAL HOSPITAL - PEDIATRIC WING** The cheerful murals and bright colors of the pediatric wing felt like a grotesque parody. Leo and Harlan moved through the bustling corridors disguised as maintenance workers – coveralls, toolboxes filled with weapons and breaching charges. Reynolds’s fragmented decryption had given them Groundskeeper’s likely identity: **Martin Shale, HVAC Technician, Level 3 Clearance.** Access to the entire hospital’s ventilation systems. They found the main HVAC control room for the pediatric wing in a sterile, humming sub-basement. Shale wasn’t there. A young technician looked up, startled. **<< Marty? He called in sick. Bad flu. Why? >>**

Thankfully, Epic Falls Hospital happened to be a large and busy one and so, They weren't any Sight of Nurses and Cameras seen anywhere around that Passage. "Curse that Witch, Why didn't she try Teleporting us to his Ward Instead? Thankfully no one is here at the moment or our Cover would have been Blown!" Wills Cursed under his breath while Kate heaved and turned to face him.... It was obvious that a Witch had cast a Spell and had Teleported them to the Hospital.

I nod at her reluctantly as Elias takes my hand, interlacing our fingers together as he says with a smiling, grinning face, "lets go then," as they both lead me out of the hall, up the stairs and along the corridors to the humble medical room centre, we have equipped with all the basic necessities needed for a pack house this size when we have one of the largest hospitals in all of the wolves territories, only a short drive away, plus, a few new, state of the art toys for the in house first aid team to play with. Alpha, Luna," Jace and Lucy both bow their heads to us as we enter behind Erin,

His eyes darted to the section he had stopped reading from. Lucas Woolrideg inaugurated the best hospital in the city, Thornspire Hospital. It was a small hospital with only 15 rooms and two operating rooms. Slowly and steadily, the hospital grew, and a mental clinic was added to the hospital. Doctor Andrea Hargraves was the appointed head. Attached here is the file for the patient named Rose Woolridge, aged 6.

“But quality doesn’t save lives; precision does. Calm does. Today, you’ll prove you have them, or you’ll be discarded.” She didn’t wait for a response though, she turned around and hurried her steps. We followed her straight into the Emergency Wing. The moment the doors opened, sound crashed into me. Shouts, groans, the metallic tang of blood, the harsh crackle of cauterizing spells. Stretchers rolled in one after another, wolves half-dead, some missing limbs, some coughing up blood… Well, nothing new to me, but Shadowfang wasn't this aggressive either. “Rogue ambush,” a nurse muttered as she passed. “Border Patrol. We’re swamped—move!” She bit out.

go. The ill wolves were assembled in the former training hall. The air smelled of sickness, thick, metallic, bitter, heavy. I was shifting between beds. Heavy breathing, I said to one of the patients. "Will I survive?" he whispered. I will, I said, with my warm hands on his breast. Harriet remained with me and brought herbs, water, and cloths. She was silent at her work, yet her glances kept falling on the door. Towards him. Since Lucius would not be going.

Hugh wanted to seek answers, but he could not, now. Soon, they got to the hospital and grandpa James was wheeled out. Hugh immediately stepped forward, and pushed Lucia behind him, while holding her hands. The hospital was a public space, and they were told to sit in the waiting area. Lucia wanted to fight her way out of Hugh's grip.

There were bloodstains on the floor, and scorch marks. The staff of the hospital, and those who were using it as a residence as Meguitte and Connery were doing, had closed off the areas deemed too damaged for use. Whilst Havermouth was returning to normal, and the magical aid of the local witch covens under the guidance of the Rideten witches, and Aislen’s friend Bianca, had helped with that recovery, they did not have the facility to remodel and repair the hospital yet.

MINA I stayed close, my hands hovering over him. The halls blurred past us as he was wheeled out of the hospital. Someone said something about the hospital wing still being under renovation. Someone else explained, hurriedly, that they couldn’t properly treat werewolves here yet. I barely heard any of it. He was awake, but he looked too pale. His lips had lost that infuriatingly smug curve they usually held, and the color had drained from his face. Still, his eyes were open—half-lidded, unfocused at times, but open.