Miniclinic Near Me Novels & Stories

“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.

The only way out is him accepting that he has to let me go. I hopped into my car in the parking lot, turned on the engine, and had my 30-minute drive to the clinic. When I come in, I am immediately welcomed by the assistants working there. I gave them a small smile in response. "I'm Jean Moretti. I am here for my appointment with Dr. Briston?" I asked,

"Thank you to the new friends who joined today. The free consultation for today has ended. If anyone else wants to see a doctor, you can visit Harmony Clinic in ClearWater Alley." **[Longing: Is the host really at this Harmony Clinic?]** Amelia held the mic. "Of course." **[Peace is Happiness: Ah, I just searched. It’s not in our city.]** Amelia answered the question, "Thank you all for your attention. Friends from other cities can still consult online. Harmony Clinic streams every morning at 9:30 AM, and the live stream lasts for an hour and a half. I’ll be signing off now." **[Longing: Only half an hour? Too short!]**

Nothing worked. My boss at the café, a heavy-set woman named Marge, began to look at me with suspicion. “Clara, you look green. Go see a doctor. I don’t want you passing out while serving coffee.” I took the referral with trembling hands and scheduled the appointment for the next day. The waiting room at the public clinic smelled of disinfectant, and the patients around me had expressions of despair. Women of all ages occupied the white plastic chairs, some with children in their laps, others with protruding bellies.

"Roxanne. Glad you could make it." "Evening." I returned with a soft smile. Damien gave him a chin lift in return. "We’ll take a quick look around." The son led us inside the clinic, which had a surprisingly cozy setup with three treatment rooms, an office, a small lobby, and a storage space. Everything smelled like disinfectant and lavender. "This place is nice." I murmured, running my fingers along a wooden cabinet. "We try to keep it humble but organized." The son replied.

She moaned, "Be gentle, Rina…" At that moment, I believed she wasn't lying. I couldn't help thinking that this was the perfect solution. "Ahem. Could you recommend the doctor to me? I, uh, I have a friend who's really frustrated over this. Thanks a bunch, Stephy." I smiled awkwardly while asking Stephanie for the clinic's website so I could make an appointment. I didn't expect it to be different compared to other clinics, which were usually cold and stark. This one was even somewhat cute and perky—the first thing I saw on its website was that it was 95 years away from becoming a century-old clinic.

Clint proposed. Zia laughed. She challenged him, "Make me." Clint smirked. He presented Zia with a document and revealed, "Zia Martin, The King's Medical Center hereby sends you next week to a conference at Serenity Shores Resort for the Global Congress on Minimally Invasive Gynecology." Zia's mouth fell on the floor. She reacted, "Did you move the conference to Serenity Shores Resort?!" "What? Of course not! It's a coincidence!" Clint answered, but Zia was a hundred percent sure he was lying.

I didn’t even know where I was going, I just kept driving until I reached a little town I’d never been to. There was a small clinic near the gas station, a faded sign out front that read Miller Medical Center. Looked decent enough, quiet, far from curious eyes. I parked and went inside. The place was cold and smelled like disinfectant. A young nurse sat behind the counter, typing on an old computer. She looked up when she noticed me.

"Soup and sandwich from next door. Nothing fancy." "I... thank you. What do I owe you?" "Kyle's money covered food too. For a few days at least." Jake shuffled his feet. "Look, I don't know your story and I don't need to. But I've seen that look before. It gets better." "Does it?" "Eventually. You just gotta survive until then." He turned to go, then paused. "Oh, and there's a clinic two blocks over. Free services, no questions asked. Might want to get checked out."

“Very well… Pack our things George and check me out. It seems that the Mooncrest hospitality extends to you as well.” He chuckled. “I feel special.” He hung up. Just then, her assistant entered the office with a bundle of documents. “These are the reports on the new clinics,” she said, setting them on the table between us. “Thank you,” she said. “Clinics?” I asked. Grace nodded. “Wolfe Medical operates clinics all over the city. A few more have been opened recently, but I couldn’t find the reports on them online. I figured I needed to look into them as well.”