Novel & Cerita Psych Ward Stories

It was hightime I let myself get watched by doctors instead. But what i didn't expect was that I was getting a visit to the psych ward. The claimed it was only for observation, but the white overalls, the white walls and screaming from my neighbors felt way worse. I understood now what my mother tried to protect me from but it was too late. There was no escaping this place until the doctors gave me a clear. And it took me two weeks to make that possible. Two weeks of putting a smile on when the nurses came in. Two weeks of hiding my lies and trying to keep myself between the average available to qualify me.

The moment I turned the engine on and was ready to speed away, I received a phone call. Checking my screen, I saw the call came from a nurse working at the psychiatric hospital, so I answered. ["Mr. Harrison, sorry for bothering you at this hour."] "Get straight to the point with whatever you’re going to say," I replied, somewhat irritated. ["Yes. Yes,I'm sorry. Your new patient, she's on the rooftop, about to jump."] F**king sh*t. That's definitely one of her identity personalities whose name is Winona, a teenager s**cidal.

"What do they tell you when you approach their ward or get near them?" "It’s different with each patient. Some are screaming for help, some for freedom, death, and revenge. I can hear them in my head when I face the door of their ward," she said, then looked at Jacoben with frustration. "It's not that I'm brave or some kind of hero, but I can't pretend to be blind from what’s happening beneath this building. What Shane and Victor are doing is wrong. They need to be stopped." Jacoben inhaled and turned around to look at the painting too.

Mimi says, "You are right, but this type of health issue can only be taken care of at the psychiatric hospitals" 'Tara says, "What do you mean? how can you recommend psychiatric hospitals for me?" Zack inquired, anyway, if that should be the case, you are the first psychiatric patient in this house before I got infected by you" Zack says, "You are the only psychiatric patient we have in our midst" 'Tara says, "Are you insulting me" Zack inquired, "How could you insult my brother while am here sitting down, it is not done, one respect deserves another" Tolu says,

Most of their patients would have been given medication to make them calm down, but it seems this one was wild, or perhaps, she wasn't insane. She saw them take her inside and after she managed to track them to the ward they took her in, everything was blank. There's no CCTV inside the ward, but a few doctors rushed into the ward as if having to perform an emergency operation. She tried to zoom in the content on the trays the nurses took in, but those bastards only wrapped it with a blank paper with the dosage written on it. They act careless, but they are so smart. One thing her watching this triggered was the possibility of Mel being made crazy.

The former's face turned pale, while the latter flushed with rage. The crowd gasped, and the hallway instantly buzzed with discussion. "How shameless can this doctor be? He admitted to having those disgusting thoughts for someone else's wife!" "In all my life, this is the first time I've seen a homewrecker who spoke without the slightest bit of shame!" "Someone like him should be fired immediately. We can't let him stay in the hospital and ruin other people's lives!" "That's right! Fire him!" Someone started the chant, and soon everyone was shouting the same two words. "Fire him!"

Father Matthias shouted prayers outside while silver light flared weakly through the broken windows. Not enough. Nothing was enough anymore. The wards were gone. The prison was open. Something shrieked directly beside them. Alaric moved before Eleanor even registered the creature lunging through the dark. Silver flashed. A horrible tearing sound followed. Then blood hit the floor. Black. Smoking. The spirit collapsed at their feet in pieces. More came immediately. Tall shadowed bodies crawled through the hallways and across the ceilings, drawn toward the center of the house like starving animals scenting blood.

I stared up ahead and saw a sign that made the blood in my veins turn to ice. BRADFORD PSYCHIATRIC WARD. UNIT FOR THE CLINICALLY UNSTABLE. “Lucien, why are we headed to a psych ward?” I asked, my voice trembling as I tried to hold onto a shred of hope. “Does my mother work here? Is she a doctor?” I looked at him, pleading for him to say yes. But the look on his face—the pity and the grim resolve—told me everything I didn't want to hear.

“The only thing I'm fighting for is the truth. Mr. Watson, we've got the white phosphorus. “We've got the mud on his shoes. And we've got his own words. The evidence is right in front of you. “Are you really going to protect a murderer?” The standoff reached its breaking point. The tension in the room was almost unbearable. Then a commotion suddenly erupted outside the clinic. “Move! Let us through!” Several children covered in dirt and streaked with tears stumbled into the hall under the protection of a few volunteers. The moment they entered, their eyes landed on Samuel lying on the treatment table. Then everything changed. The oldest boy suddenly pointed at Samuel and let out a terrified

But this was no place of healing, it was carnage. The floor was smeared with blood, shoeprints crisscrossing through it as if even the staff didn’t know where to stand. The air was thick with coughing, choking sounds. Craig moved quickly toward one bed. I followed. It was Wembley, a warrior I knew well. His body convulsed as he hacked up blood, crimson spattering his sheets. Pack doctors hovered helplessly, their hands moving frantically, their faces pale. The same horror played out all along the ward, warriors writhing, coughing, drowning in their own blood.