Lucky Patient Novels & Stories

We said goodbye to each other before we hang up. I get down from the cab and made my way inside, I saw other workers going up and down and some people are bringing some things inside. "Hello dear," I jump a little hearing a voice because I was lost looking at what is happening around here. "Hello ma'am" I bow a little to greet her. "I am sorry for calling you back unexpectedly" "No problem ma'am" She moves closer to me and hugs me saying thanks. "I just need your help around here, Luca is coming back tomorrow and tomorrow is also his birthday but he did not celebrate his birthday again due to what happened to him some years ago," She said with sadness on her face.

He understood and then looked away as if nothing happened. Charles walked briskly to the stadium and then stopped a few feet away from me and started his final speech of the day (well I hoped it was) He started "We have all witnessed the battles that have taken place in this stadium and have borne witness. On this note, I will leave the rest of the talking to our great Alpha, Alpha Kenneth." "Great people of the Lynx Pack. You have all been patient and have seen the outcome of it. This girl has emerged winner of the Decima and her life is proof of it. Therefore, I would like to give her a gift."

She took it with both hands, turning it over like it was made of gold. “The Star Ball?” she whispered. Her voice was so soft, I almost missed the tremble in it. “Courtesy of Deva,” I said, settling onto the armrest beside her. She looked at me then, eyes glassy. “I thought I was blacklisted.” “Apparently not anymore.” She opened it slowly, reverently, and when she read her name embossed in bold, her hand fluttered to her chest. “Thank you,” she whispered. I smiled. “It wasn’t me.”

He left the room after giving the fake ass Tomb Raider the evil eye, she rolled her eyes then glared at me, like I was supposed to be scared. I can already see that bitch is going to be a fucking problem. I sat furthest away from everyone so I could get some insight on who I'm up against. “So who are you? We haven't seen you on any other jobs before? Where are you from?” One of the men asked looking at me strangely, I guess trying to get a feel on who I am. “My name is Lucky, respectfully the rest of your questions is none of your business.” I responded looking the man in his eyes. He looked at me for a long time, before he smiled and nodded. “Smart.” Was all he said, before turning away to

The monitors quieted just enough for me to breathe without thinking I might never breathe again. They said we were lucky—Lucas’s type was rare in the city, but he matched. He had walked in like a ghost and given me part of himself. There was a crooked, impossible sound inside me that wanted to laugh at the absurdity: saved by the man who carried my husband’s name and had been painted as the villain of every Warrick dinner table. Life is stupid like that. But luck is a fragile thing. The doctor’s eyes never stopped scanning the numbers. “She’ll need more,” he said. “If the bleeding doesn’t stop, there’s a chance—”

The doctor walked closer to them. ''Dr Philip Stuart.'' he smiled, shaking Patrick said. ''Thank you Dr Stuart. How bad is it?'' Patrick asked, moving closer to him. He didn't want most of their conversation to filter through Luciana's ears because at that moment, she was too broken to stay sane. ''Philip please.'' He took the hint as he walked a little distance with Patrick to a corner of the room. He checked his file, scanning through it before closing it shut. ''I'll just say he's very lucky to be alive.'' the doctor said.

Lucky cried after reading the thin sheet Trias gave him. Everyone put on a confused face. "What was that?" Hassan came over and picked up the paper Lucky had just read. "That's the invoice that just arrived on my desk. Lucky took a flight to Bontang in economy class and booked a small inn for boss. You want to die, don't you, Luck?" Trias accused.

Lucky makes his way to the parking lot of the hospital and is once again grateful that his car had not been impacted badly by the accident. He gets into his car and for some reason finds himself unable to drive off. He closes his eyes for some time and thinks about what an unusual night he has had. When he opens his eyes, he sees a figure walking out of the hospital. Daniella. She walks morosely for a while and then eventually settles on the steps outside the hospital.

The elevator doors opened with a ding and I made my way to the VIP room where the patient was admitted. ‘Alex Moretti,’ I read the name off the file. He was a first time patient. I didn't know who he was but according to the file, he was admitted last night for some fractures on his right arm. I knocked, then slid the doors open. I froze for a second. Familiar blue eyes stared back at me. His face lit up the second he saw me. “What are the chances,” he joked and laughed. It was the man from the night of the fundraiser. Yup—you got that right. The man that bumped into me and spilled a drink on my dress.

I swear if this patient turns out of an asshole i will definitely kill him/her Just kidding!!! But i will definitely teach the patient a lesson. "So VIP ward " Anna spoke . I sighed "yes" "Chill everything will be fine " she assured me I nodded and walked towards the VIP ward. While walking i started reading the patient's file. So the patient is a man and also an indian whose name is Raghav Sinha. I think i heard this surname before maybe a businessman afterall rich people can only afford the VIP luxury. He had a car accident nothing seems serious but i need to run lots of test before i come to any conclusions. With these thoughts in my mind i entered the ward and started searching for his r