Psych Ward Stories Novels & Stories

I was locked up here for the crime I never did, Tracy narrated Tears wet her body as she narrated the story, "I always thought I had the saddest story, but hearing about yours today, make me realize how much strong you are, Rissa said as they cried together, "I want you to be brave like me", I don't want to hear your story, I want you to have faith, be strong and everything will be okay, Tracy said tabbing her back gently, "With tears in their eyes, they lay on the floor, staring at the worn-out celling and slept off all wishing tomorrow to be good, THE BROWN PARADISE "Clifford Walked out of the bathroom with his towel tied around his waist leaving his full chest and abs opened,

as my eyes roomed around I found elevators on other end, since I was aware of Stefan ward number, I wasted no time and got inside elevator, and pressed 25th floor, yes this hospital was having 25 freaking floor, each floor with its own specialty… 25th floor was VVIP floor only build for special patients, as my elevator halted on 25th floor I walked out and started searching for ward number 2509… as I was walking I ended up seeing two guards guarding a door which was also named as ward number ‘2509’ “Excuse me miss…. you cannot enter this ward” a body said and stood in front of my like cement wall.. “Ahmmm…. am patient relative” I said and those guards shared common look, “Wait here...” one g

“You’re braver than the rest of us. Or more foolish. Just… don’t lose yourself too much, because such big cities hide cruelty beneath their spread lightning.” I didn’t answer, but deep down, I know, she's right… _________ The rest of the day drowned us in work. Carolina and I had been assigned to the emergency ward again, and I swear, the capital never slept. Soldiers carried in half-shifted wolves torn by ambushes, children burned by kitchen fires, some were caught in roadside harms, workers crushed in the forges… Name it and you'd find at least one patient in each category. I had to move faster than I did in Shadowfang. Stitching, mixing poultices, whispering healing prayers as Dravara len

“I’ll… uh… work on that.” “Better get to work before I fire your ass!” She huffed and walked away, and that was when the chaos truly began. The moment I stepped into the ward, I regretted waking up. The hospital was literally a war zone. On my right was a pup who had eaten his mum's glitter makeup, wheezing and sneezing glitter while his mother kept yelling at everyone. And on my left, a teenage wolf claimed he could shift into a hawk, and he was in full panic mode.

Try and check on the patient in ward five, before you leave for Houston". He tells her, and she nodded. She is permanently on morning shift, she will be around till Pamela resumes, before she leaves for school, and then she will retire home to face her nightmare again, but on this day, she wants to get to the house, as soon as possible. The patient in ward five looks so sick, she couldn't leave him, not even for a moment. He would wake up and speak a word or two to her, before falling back asleep, but most words he utters, are words of a psycho, words that makes no sense to her. Not like she bothered, because she is experienced in things like this, she has seen a lot already, she even lives

Each message represented a difficult problem they could not handle. Before I could open the chat, the charge nurse called me. On the other end, the department was in complete chaos. "Grace Walker, reply to everyone's messages right now! Hurry!" I tightened my grip on the phone. My voice was quiet but firm. "Why should I?"

Voice shaking, cracking, breaking in the ugliest ways. “I thought something happened to you. I thought you were DEAD. Or bleeding. Or dragged into a fking van. I went to the warden. BEGGED her. BEGGED. And you know what she did? She looked at me like I was some obsessed fking psycho and told me to ‘go home.’ Like I wasn’t falling the fk apart right in front of her.”** “Nick, I—” “Don’t. Don’t fking give me excuses.”**

I said, "It depends on your manner of approach you like bumping into someone like a thief so how would you expect them to drifted their attention to you?" Ray said sarcastically and I pulled a face. "Are you sure my dad is in this pavement?" I asked the doctor as we have got to the sixth door, "Sure this where all the patients are." The doctor said and sprung his head up at a track, "Ward no. 034,, chard dela Cruz." The doctor muttered,

It was said that each ward was specific to the type of crime committed, but everyone knew that in fact they only existed to separate inmates with money from those who were just trained, and from those who were common. I was located with the worst of the worst. Those who gave up their studies when they realized that crime paid off much more. Those who killed and dismembered without pity. Those who made the mistake of bragging about their heinous crimes during a card game in a bar and were caught. I was the least likely to have done something serious, even so, some respected me for the mystery that involved my entire prison.

“And call security—have them remove these two from the ward.” Nurse Joy hurried out, calling down the hallway. “Security! Security!” A guard appeared moments later. “Nurse, what’s wrong?” “There’s someone causing a disturbance in Ward 11. Please, throw them out of the hospital,” she said firmly. “Okay, nurse,” the man replied, signaling to two other guards. “To Ward 11.” ***** “I’ll see what you try to do,” Richard growled, voice rising. “I’ll get a lawyer and have my wife help sue your hospital until you all rot in jail! What’s wrong with me teaching my own son?” His rant echoed off the sterile walls.