Lucky Patient Novels & Stories

He shrugged, "I'm just tryna help you out. You not from around here so you don't know this, but no one goes that way. You were running to your death, little lady." "I feel as if I'm older than you. I wouldn't have ran to my death if someone could've kindly told me how to get the hell away from here. Just do me a solid and I'll repay you later," I pleaded. "My name is Lucky and you just got lucky. Let's go," he paused, "And don't ever come here again, ok? It ain't safe for lil school girls like you." "Very offensive, dude but okay," I agreed. "Sorry not sorry," he said.

She knew she was fortunate to have such caring people in her life. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the window, Rithanya spoke up, her voice filled with sincerity. "I never realized how lucky I am to have friends like you." Diva grinned. "We're the lucky ones, Rithu. You bring so much joy into our lives." Rithanya felt her eyes welling up with tears, touched by the love and support that surrounded her. She knew that no matter where life took her, the memories of this hospital visit would always remind her of the true meaning of friendship and family.

Then, Harriet heard about the commotion last night from the nurse. She said that there was a room which was bombarded with reporters last night. After waiting for so long, a male patient with long hair exited the room and was asked by the reporters if he is the woman who foresaw the future. The confused patient, then, answered them, “Rock ‘n roll.” Because of that, the reporters realized that they probably received a wrong tip and decided to go. Harriet felt sorry for innocent patient and to Maverick who helped her escaped last night.

Who cried like they lost a huge thing, the nurse themselves could not help but feel the melancholy that those people unknowingly shared with them. At eight twenty six am, the operating doors of the neurology department of Diezemane hospital flew open and out came a fair skinned, tall man who was wearing his lab coat over green scrubs. He was the attending Surgeon, Ma'mun Lamido. "Hello, family for Labeebah Sheriff?" He asked with his head cocked questioningly. About six people got up immediately and he took a step back to find out who exactly it was. He saw an older woman asleep, held by an older man, the woman he just sewed the last suture on her back looked a bit like the older woman sleep

Alice was already unlucky ever since she was born; her presence brought unfortunate events to her people. Was this her fault? Was this because she did not have her lucky charm with her? Before going downstairs, Alice opened her jewelry box. She grabbed the necklace that sat alone inside. It had three pendants: a silver star, a golden horseshoe, and a small letter ‘L’ for luck. It had been a long time since she wore a piece of jewelry, but today, she needed its comfort. She needed its protection from bad luck. “I know you do not like bodyguards, but you need to have one right now,” Meredith initiated when she arrived at the dining area.

“It’ll be easier if you just—” The door suddenly burst open. A nurse—Blessing,—stood there wide-eyed. “What the hell is going on?!” Heyes released Lila instantly and stepped back, smoothing his coat. “Just discussing patient care. Nurse Lila had a dizzy spell. Pregnancy hormones, you know.” He shot Lila a warning look. “We’ll continue this conversation later.” He walked out like nothing happened. Lila was shaking. Blessing rushed over to steady her. “Are you okay? I’m calling security—”

A smile graced her lips as she approached, her blue eyes fixed on me. “Good morning, Richard,” she greeted. I nodded slightly in response. Just as she was about to round the desk and approach me, I gestured toward the seat across from my desk and said, “Please sit.” Her lips curved into a slight frown that quickly disappeared. “You mentioned having something to say about Lucky,” I said. She leaned forward in her seat. “Yes, Richard, Lucky barely slept last night. He was running a fever and was calling for you.” “He’s sick?”

Now that I knew the secret, I made my move. I had my men buy me a huge stack of lottery tickets, and every time I scratched one off, I hit a million-dollar jackpot. After scratching off four or five winning tickets in a row, I finally stopped, satisfied. Then, I posted a quick update on my feed. "A blessing in disguise." It didn't take long for the office group chat to blow up with question marks. Apparently, Yelena had accidentally tumbled down a flight of stairs, which left her bruised and swollen.

Dex Halbrook, the burrito stall owner next to me, who had never liked me, immediately chimed in with a sneer, "Oh, so when some billionaire’s wife shows up, you throw in a freebie. But when a poor girl comes along, you won’t even serve her? Sounds like you’re just a snob to me. Come on, miss, forget her. I’ll treat you to some burritos!" The woman shook her head, thanking him softly, then turned back to me and pleaded in a small, humble voice, "Rainie, I brought $10,000. If it’s not enough, I can pay more." I was about to refuse again when a young woman further back in line suddenly spoke up, "Wait. One fortune cookie costs $10,000? I must’ve missed a zero… I only brought $1,000…" Without he

"It wasn't just Dr. Gates! You got incredibly lucky, Gifted was at Meloria Hospital that day, randomly selecting a lucky patient. You were the lucky one he chose to treat. Without Gifted, not even Dr. Gates could have saved you." Seriousness hardened Lucas’ features as the weight of Mark’s words sank in. A trace of disbelief ran through his voice. “Gifted actually showed up here?" Lucas couldn't shake the feeling that it was too coincidental. After he was shot, Gifted just happened to be at the same hospital where he was rushed in, and at the critical moment, he had offered to treat him. Out of all the patients, it was all a little too neat. Was fate at work,