My Secret Patient Novels & Stories

"Bella Morgan. Or maybe Bella Roberts. She was brought in yesterday" "I cannot give out patient information sir" the nurse said. "Privacy laws" I pulled out my wallet. I took out five hundred dollar bills and set them on the counter. "Please" I said. "She is my wife. She is pregnant with my child. I just need to know if she is okay" The nurse looked at the money. Then at me. Then at the money again. She took the bills and tucked them into her pocket. She typed something into her computer.

" Hold on, I'll send a nurse! He left the door open and ran off. Amateurs. Ignoring the unending discomfort in my ribs, I threw my legs over the bed. We had to get rid of the hospital gown. My clothes, a dark coat, a button-down shirt, and black slacks, were in the closet. As commotion broke out down the hall, I hurriedly got them on and slipped out the door. I was already on the street when someone noticed that I had disappeared. I followed the location to a dilapidated pub on the east side—the kind of place where secrets were kept hidden. Especially the kinds of secrets I can't have out in the world. The smell of cheap whisky and desperation filled the air as I pushed inside. Finding him d

Imogene’s POV I have never been to see a therapist. But from the movies, this is what it would be like. The patient, in this case, Theo, lying on the couch, confessing his dirty secrets and the therapist, me, taking notes with my laptop open on my lap. Only this time, there is no patient/doctor confidentiality, I would use any and every information to bring this monster to his knees. I jotted down some notes. “When I think about it, I have lived quite a life,” he said with a nostalgic smile plastered on his face.

I pace the corridor anxiously, my mind spinning through possibilities that range from hopeful to horrific. Maybe it's something treatable. Maybe she just needs surgery, or chemotherapy, or some kind of medication that will make everything go back to normal. Maybe the secrecy was just her way of protecting me until she knew more, until she had a treatment plan and could present me with a problem and a solution at the same time. Maybe she's going to be fine. But even as I try to convince myself, I know better. The medical files I found, the months of hidden appointments, the way Dr. Patel carefully chose his words— none of it suggests a minor condition with a simple fix.

“Do you have a few seconds of your time, I want to talk to you about something” “How important is it”? “Very important Doc.” “The vip patient I attended to can you tell me more about him” I closed the door behind me and sat opposite him, twisting my fingers For a few seconds, he simply studied me before opening a thick medical file. “His name isn’t something many people know.” I frowned. “You mean it’s confidential?” He nodded. “Extremely.” He adjusted his glasses. “He’s one of the wealthiest men in the country. A billionaire.” My eyes widened slightly.

I stared at the small microphone symbol. “My name is Arielle Romano,” I began. “Today is Thursday, the seventeenth of April.” My voice sounded unfamiliar. “Nicholas Contini came to my apartment in Seattle two nights before I woke up in Italy.” Bianca listened without interrupting. “He was angry because his investigator had photographed me with a client. Nico ordered me to return with him. When I refused, he—” My voice broke. The memory of the apartment returned. Nico blocking the only exit. The sharp pain. His arms catching me as the room disappeared.

He clicked the latch, startling her. “What's the password, Doc?” She gave it to them. The investigator successfully logged in. “Boss, you should see this.” Finn stared into the laptop, there was an enclosed section tagged ‘important patients.’ It had only a single name in it, and it was Serena's, however Finn couldn't access the file. It was locked. “You even have her as an important patient.” He laughed. “I'm only going to ask this one time, Doc. I see you've got yourself and your daughter as your wallpaper. She's beautiful.”

The humid night air immediately struck Marcus and his assistant’s faces, both drenched in cold sweat. They had arrived at the grounds of the secondary facility. An isolated old building surrounded by dense trees without a single light in sight. “Unload it quickly!” Roger ordered firmly, unaware that anything was wrong. “This place is safe. There are no CCTV cameras or nearby residents.” With what little physical and mental strength they had left, Marcus and his assistant gripped the stretcher’s metal frame and pushed the patient’s stiff body out of the truck toward the steel door of the secret facility. Their footsteps echoed against the dusty old concrete floor.

That’s how she had ended up with such a bad fall! However, these were the private affairs of his patient. He was duty-bound as a doctor to keep his patient’s medical condition a secret. He couldn’t say a word.

The man entered the secret room to check on patient C002. "Help me! My body is burning!” shouted patient C002. The security guard opens the patient's glass room C002. He saw that patient C002 was in pain on his bed. The patient looked so sick. "You, what are you doing?!" asked the security guard who looked panicked, confused and a little scared “Arrghhh erhhh... I can't take it anymore! My body is on fire! Please help me!” said the man while groaning in pain. The man started scratching his own skin until the skin peeled off.