Miniclinic Near Me Novels & Stories

"We're going to a more suitable place for your check-up." The black sedan stopped in an industrial district on the edge of the city, a wasteland of abandoned factories and warehouses. The air was thick with the acrid smell of chemicals, a nauseating stench. "What is this place?" "An underground clinic," Claire said, shoving me forward. "It specializes in making problems... disappear." "You didn't really think the family's private hospital would serve someone like you, did you?" Behind a dilapidated iron door was a narrow, dark hallway.

“Right. I can find a clinic there. English-speaking staff, discreet intake, no systems that matter.” “I already looked.” I rubbed my thumb along the edge of the phone. “There’s one twenty minutes from here. I booked Thursday.” She nodded. “And the — the other thing. Telling anyone.” I knew what she meant. “No Churchill knows,” I said. “Not yet. Maybe not ever, depending on what the doctor says.” Nora looked like she had more to say about that. She kept it to herself, which I appreciated. Thursday’s clinic was small and quiet, the kind of place that didn’t have its name on a large sign outside. The intake form was two pages. Standard questions, most of which I answered without issue until I r

The first session was manageable. I had prepared for it the way I prepare for everything, which is to say I researched it thoroughly and then set the research aside and dealt with what was actually in front of me. The clinic is on the west side of the city, forty minutes from the penthouse by car, in a building that also houses a dental practice and a physiotherapy center. Unremarkable from the outside. I appreciated that when I chose it.

It was too close. He had tried to find other places, but this area was a business district, so there weren't many OB-GYN clinics. The building housing the clinic was a small four-story structure. If someone who knew Mitch's face happened to see him entering this place, they might find it strange. But currently, there was no other option. He should go after the morning rush ended. He couldn't be away from work for too long. Mitch diligently opened Neo-Bell first. When the café became less busy, he left it in the part-timer's care and headed to the clinic.

And yet, on this night … it had saved one. “Where is this clinic?” The woman’s small voice jarred me out of my thoughts, back to the road in front of me. I’d been driving on autopilot, wending my way through the city to the place I knew nobody would think to look. I turned into the underground parking lot of a condo building. “In the basement,” I said, because that’s where this particular safehouse’s medical clinic was located. “The hospital would have a damn kitten—and probably revoke my license—if they knew I was treating patients for free.”

Not a question. "It's Saturday." "There's an urgent care clinic on Pike. They take walk-ins. I'll drive you." "Lucy, I don't need you to—" "I'm outside your building." She was, in fact, outside the building. Kristine went. The doctor at the clinic was young and thorough. She asked questions Kristine answered carefully. She ordered an ultrasound the same afternoon at an imaging centre two blocks away. She looked at the results for a longer time than felt reassuring before she spoke.

The furniture arrived while I was sitting on the floor scrolling through clinic listings on my phone. I had been at it for almost twenty minutes, cycling through the same three search results, reading the same brief descriptions without really taking any of them in. The apartment was empty except for my two suitcases and the sound of the city coming through the window I had cracked open this morning, and I was trying to be very practical and very clear-headed about the whole thing. Aldenvale Women's Health Clinic. Confidential services. No referral required.

- he asked, looking at her. - Yes, that's correct.- Soo Min confirmed, checking the contact details at the end of each email. Hyun Woo quickly entered everything into the search engine and when the results showed up, he clicked the first page from many displayed, and this one turned out to be the official site of the clinic. At first he read quietly less important information until he reached the tab presenting the founder of the clinic.

Min smiled gracefully, now standing beside me with his hand pushing the door open. The area outside was full of trees and bushes lined up against the wall of the brick building where the clinic was. It wasn't the most luxurious one of course but it seemed decent enough to me, especially the insides of the therapists' office looked fine. Out of habit, I looked for our car in those parked out front before quickly clicking a mental picture of its position right in the middle of at least three rows of cars.

“What’s the story behind them?” Mia shrugged, chuckling softly. “I mean, who wouldn’t want the latest technology? But it’s a bit ridiculous for such a small clinic to aim so high. They were an automatic reject—until now.” The name that emerged sent a jolt of recognition through her: Dickins-Raines Institute for Reproductive Health and Fertility. “Raines,” she mused, the name resonating in her memory. The mention of the clinic’s name stirred something within the CEO. “What else do we know?” she pressed, her curiosity ignited.