North Whiteville Urgent Care Novels & Stories

Tina replied. ****** As Lily thought about what the situation could be with the North family, Jason was stepping out of his car at the hospital. The North Diagnostic Hospital was one of the best in New York; it was widely known for providing the best healthcare and for its ultra-modern facility. "Charlie, stay in the car; we might not be staying for a long time," Tim said to Charlie after he had driven them there. "Alright," Charlie replied as he watched Tim go into the hospital with Jason.

Vincent nodded, and Adrian headed to headquarters too. Mya had already contacted the hospital. The director of Northrive's Trinity Hospital received a phone call from Cawthorn County's selection venue. After understanding the situation, Benjamin Brooks, the hospital director, said, "I understand. Please inform War Legate Draco that I'm on top of it."

he murmured, “but tonight, let me handle it.” The SUV rolled to a stop behind the building. Reed killed the engine. Jessica pulled her hood up and stepped out. Her boots crunched on ice. The clinic loomed ahead, a tired three-story building with a flickering neon sign that read Northern Hills Rehabilitation Center. No cameras outside. No guard at the rear entrance. Too easy. They moved fast, slipping through the back door. The corridor smelled of bleach and old radiator heat. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting long sickly shadows.

His SUV was double-parked, door still open, engine running. He put me in the passenger seat, clicked the seatbelt, ran around to the driver's side. "Which hospital?" he asked, already pulling into traffic. "Northwestern. My doctor....." "Northwestern. Got it." He grabbed his phone, one-handed driving. "Kenji. I need you to call ahead to Northwestern Emergency. Yvonne Baldort, miscarriage in progress, heavy bleeding. I will be there in five minutes. Make sure they're ready." He threw the phone down, grabbed my hand.