Medical Novels & Stories

"Hey Elia I'm here" I tapped her again but no response. " She's not responding and her breathing is very faint" I said as I looked behind me to Magnus who was leaning on the entrance of the cell. His grey eyes met with mine " I'm not a doctor Aria let's just get her out of here quickly" he said to me.

the Dj suddenly changed the beat to slow and tense music. I don't know if it is the music or not but I can see the sudden change in his expression. it shifts from a goofy one to a serious one. It looks more intense than it has ever been. he begins to stare down at me and I wonder why the change in demeanour. I don't know why but I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why I suddenly begin to notice how attractive he is. not that I didn't notice earlier but his lips begin to look sexier as he stares down at me.

I didn’t want him near me. “The doctor told me you are going to need to take new meds.” He spoke while staring at his phone. Looking over documents, probably. “You should take better care of yourself.” Why would I have to do that? I had everyone else doing it for me. I looked up, and his face was calm. It always was. Unreadable. “How was your business trip?”

That is it, I knew he would ask further questions, just what I wanted to avoid. "So where and when can we talk?" I asked him hoping he gets the point that I don't want to discuss that. "At yours when you are done here, if that is okay with you" he suggested, I was more than happy he decided to be serious for once and considerate. "Sure, so I will just...... "Miss. Lionel" I was cut short by a voice I recognized to be the doctors' I turned to respond to him and he approached me with a sad face, I knew more than to receive a sad face from a doctor, last year when my granny died, I got this same sad face.

Bellman says to us. We walk quietly in a straight file behind him, until we get to the administration building. We pass cells on the ground floor and go up to the second floor, Bellman knocks at a door and a guard opens it allowing us into the conference room, in there I see Mr. Spencer at the right hand of a mean looking man who has a scar running across is face from ear to ear which is really ugly if you ask me. There are a bunch of other men in here too but I have never seen them before nor was there any striking thing about their appearance other than they looked well dressed and well fed almost like the room they all sat.

He just stood there, studying my framework like he was reading something I hadn't actually written. "This is good," he finally said, which should have been satisfying but somehow felt like he was about to follow it with a "but." "But?" I said, because I know how people work, and the tone in his voice suggested there absolutely was a but. "But you're missing the story," he said, turning to look at me. "You've got the market position. You've got the consumer psychology. What you don't have is the reason anyone should care." "The reason they should care is that Westbrook's medication is effective," I said. "That's the entire premise of pharmaceutical marketing."

She was glad her dad eventually gave up and let her work. So, here she was in the hospital, getting ready to perform surgery on a patient who was involved in a ghastly accident. They rushed the patient into the ER and placed him under anesthetic. They began the surgery, with Kimberly as the head doctor when they were certain that the patient’s blood pressure and heartbeat was regular.

Nick awoke, startled. He looked around and noticed he was on the floor. Then all the things that happened earlier started to flash back in his mind; the unknown pearl, the blood writing on his bedcover, the mirror, the dead body filled musty place, another blood writing on the mirror, then everything turned blank-no black!!! Extremely black!!! - "Oh crap! I zoned out like a sissy, a girl, a baby!!! What the heck happened here? Why did I fall into a trance?! " Nick asked no one in particular, totally confused. He looked around, his inspection was cut short when his eyes fell on his safe, on it lay to his horror, blood, splattered all over it and a rotten skull on the top of it! 'No! This is a

a male voice says and I nod even though my eyes are still closed. I can hear him. He doesn't need to shout. "Ahh good. Good. Zuri, I am Dr. Dembe... Are you still awake," he asks and I force my eyes open. I don't find his face but after a few blinks I can focus on the room I am in. It isn't very bright, but it is big. There are many beds spaced out in it, around six or seven, with people who look sick in them. Dembe is a doctor he said... this must be a hospital. I've never been in a hospital before.

Before she could point at the screen, the fluorescent lights flickered, the illumination turning violet for a fraction of a second. From the hallway outside, a sound cut through the beep of the medical equipment. It was the heavy clunk-thrum of an industrial printing press, and it was coming from the room next door. The heart monitor let out a continuous scream as the green line flattened out into a straight row of text: THE_EDITOR_HAS_ENTERED_THE_WARD. The door to her hospital room slowly began to creak open, and through the widening gap, a white, leather apron stained with wet blue ink slid into the light.