Miniclinic Near Me Novels & Stories

Then I remembered what that bitch had said and felt my gorge rise. Where's the free clinic? If I play my cards right I might be able to score something to take the edge off. I used the car's GPS to find the nearest free clinic which was half an hour away. I prepared my act before I reached the address and tore my shirt and shorts before leaving the car and heading inside. The place wasn't as crowded as those filthy rundown clinics you see on TV. Maybe because it wasn't in a shithole of a neighborhood. Even here just on the outskirts of town, the free clinic was top notch.

“Pinged twice last night. Once near the east docks. Once near a clinic.” My stomach tightens. “What kind of clinic?” “Private,” he says. “Off the books. The kind that doesn’t advertise.” Aksel’s already moving again, faster now. “She wouldn’t go to a clinic.” “She would if she was hurt,” Kavev says quietly. Or if someone wanted her contained. We’re in the car before Trent finishes sending the coordinates. The drive is tense, silent except for the engine and the hum of anticipation. The clinic is smaller than I expect. It's unassuming. A narrow building wedged between a closed laundromat and a pawn shop that looks like it’s been abandoned for years.

“There’s a clinic in the building.” Clara paused. “In the building?” she repeated, her brows pulling together in surprise. Luca nodded once. “Well-equipped.” For a second, she just stared at him. “Fine,” she muttered, reaching for her bag. “Let’s go.” The clinic was quiet, tucked neatly into one of the lower floors. Clara sat on the examination bed, her posture composed but her fingers loosely intertwined in her lap. The earlier tightness had faded, but the memory of it still lingered faintly in her chest.

“We're going to make a quick stop at a clinic.” “Leah, can we just go to the hospital? We can do that later.” “The sooner we get this done, the faster we can get you to your precious hospital,” Leah insisted. Anna sighed at Leah's tone. It was pointless. She might as well just get it done quickly. Within minutes, they were pulling up to a clinic. Apparently, it was run by a friend of Leah's. Anna stepped out of the car, glancing up at the modest clinic building before following Leah inside. The space was quiet with sterile white walls softened by muted artwork and the faint scent of antiseptic.

This one was quieter and I had no connection to,it is tucked into the ground floor of a building that also housed a dentist and an accountant, the kind of block that minded its own business because everyone on it was too busy minding their own to care about anyone else's. I pulled on my coat and went. ********** The clinic pharmacy offered a walk-in consultation service….a nurse available for minor ailments. No appointment needed, the sign said. I hadn’t planned on seeing anyone,I ust needed painkillers, maybe something for the nausea, and then I wanted to get back to my room and move on with the day. But the pharmacist, an older woman with reading glasses hanging around her neck looked at m

As I stepped outside, the morning air hit me hard, I stood there longer than necessary, steadying myself. This wasn’t panic, it was my body insisting. The clinic was three streets away, tucked between a laundromat and a discount pharmacy. No sign with a name, Just a faded blue cross painted on the glass door. I paused outside and checked my reflection in the window. Hair tied back, Neutral clothes, No jewelry, No makeup. Angela!!! The name sat easily now. Inside, the waiting room smelled like antiseptic and cheap coffee, Plastic chairs lined the walls. A television mounted too high played a morning talk show no one was watching.

She asked, looking around with interest. Paul smiled. "No, my clinic is not here in New York. In fact it is not even in America. This place belongs to a trusted friend." "But you do have a clinic. Where is it?" Claire turned to him curiously. He didn't slow down and she had to move quickly to keep pace with him. "Africa. It's a health center in a rural community." Claire clasped her hands together, her eyes shining. "That's amazing! Can I visit someday?"

The Silverlake Clinic is nice. I want to be very clear that the Silverlake Clinic is a nice place. It is on Sunset, between a coffee shop and a plant store, in one of those gently gentrified buildings with mid-century lighting and a small fountain in the lobby. The PT rooms have windows. The resistance bands come in colours. The front desk woman calls me "sweetie" and offers me a hot tea from a real kettle, which is something Cedars-Sinai has never once offered me in seven weeks of being a patient.

The clinic was on the west side. Fourteen miles from the penthouse. Twelve from Royal Gold Mine. A neighborhood where no one who worked at either address had any reason to be on a Wednesday afternoon. I had found it the way I found the pharmacy. By traveling in the opposite direction from every person who knew my name.

Claire frowned when she arrived at the address that the woman sent to her. It was a shabby building in the outskirts of town and when she got close, she was surprised to find that it was a clinic. ‘I never knew we have such types of clinics in the city. What is the mayor doing?’ Claire asked in her mind as she entered the place. The building reeked of urine due to the unsanitary conditions of the place and Claire fought the urge to block her nose.