Scaredy Cat Hospital Novels & Stories

"At St. Ignatius Hospital." Max was surprised. "That's quite far. But you're not alone, right?" "No. Foy and Danai are with me too. The thing is, since it's quite a distance, we agreed to rent a house or apartment close to the hospital so it wouldn't be too tiring to commute." "That's a great idea," Max replied. "Residency is bound to be packed with shifts." "But what about Jersey?" Ken asked, looking at the green-eyed cat anxiously. "I can't take him with me. I'm worried he'll be neglected since my schedule at the hospital is so packed."

A throat is cleared in the background and with a frightened gasp Catherine pushes me away so hard I almost fall to the floor from my position on top of her. “This is a hospital, not a hotel.” A nasal voice chimes from the doorway. I glare at the short and round nurse standing there with her hands on her hips. “But if you feel well enough to be inappropriate I am sure you can be discharged and leave the space for someone that needs our help.” I rise from the bed and stalk towards the stubby woman. Her eyes grow wide with fear and she backs up against the door.

I’m so shaken I don’t know if I’ll be able to get into her mind anyway. “And for my next act,” I start, and rush forward, grabbing Scott-Cat by the scruff. He yowls and tries to get out of my arms, scratching me in the process. “Keep that up and I’ll head straight to the vet for a neuter,” I say through gritted teeth. He goes limp in my arms but continues to growl. “Nice seeing you again,” I say to Ella and dash past her, down the hall and into the elevator. The doors close right as she screams.

He chuckle. We reached the hospital in horrifiying scene. Dead bodies around the area . One is ours the other is a three rogues. Midnight Howler pack is the strongest pack in the country and Second best in the world. I felt myself raging in fury but Calix held my hand tight making me relax, I breath in and let out a deep sigh. I walked inside the establishment with Calix on my side. Since no wolf get sick, the hospital is clean but in the last room, I saw blood. I smelled it before I saw it.

Connor finishes, a whole hour has passed. "Come on." He says, rising to his feet. I quickly follow him as he leads the way to the back, showing me the animals under treatment, the ones in different stages of recovery and the ones waiting for their owners to pick them up. The hospital also has a shelter where pets can be adopted. I don't think I've ever seen such a vast amount of dogs and cats. The cats don't pay me any attention as I walk past their cages, but the dogs go into a frenzy, barking loudly. I can't tell if it's an excited bark or a 'get away from my cage' bark.

Staff here and there stopped to watch, openmouthed, as Officer Alexander wheeled me through the hospital, but no one else got in our way. I kept my teeth dug into my lip to stifle any sounds of pain. “Don’t you worry, kid. Horace has the good stuff,” Billy assured me from behind us as we walked. “Who’s Horace?” I managed to ask. “Veterinarian,” the men said together. The pieces started falling into place. “Jacey was treated by a vet?” “A really good one, too. No hospital records. No one knows she’s even alive,” Officer Alexander assured me quietly.

I changed my mind on my way home. Instead of taking Aithan to the house like I planned to do, I drove him to the hospital instead. I needed to be careful with him, to avoid regretting my decision just because I wanted to hug him to myself all day. I had to drive him to the only hospital owned by the werewolves, the one with werewolf staffs instead of humans. To keep the humans out, the hospital always charged an obnoxious amount whenever they got human patients, so they could drive them out. Since the time they built it, they had admitted no human to it.

This was terrifying like every other thing here. He explained even if I didn't understand that something about my health was okay now and I was going to be discharged—thats the weird name he used — out of the hospital. All thanks to Santiago as he finally led me out of the hospital as he called it and drove me back to his house. Just then, i arrived at the most scariest building ever and he called it a house!!! **** “You have no right to lay a finger on her at my order!!.” I growled glaring at Fraye.

she asked, and Scott left without saying another word. An hour later, they were leaving the hospital. Alexia was too drained to even question how Scott knew her address. He glanced around the apartment complex. It was a modest residential area—nothing fancy, but clean and well-kept. Still, the moment they stepped inside her apartment, he was hit with chaos. It was clean, yes. But tidy? Absolutely not. Work folders were everywhere—stacked on tables, chairs, and even on the floor up to the furniture level. "I knew there was something weird about you. So where are your forty-nine cats?" he asked, glancing around.

“I’m fine. No hospitals!” Ryder can’t help but snicker at her because he knows very well that the night Scarlett D’arcy is afraid of needles. The very thought of needles is making her squirm in fear. The woman can handle knife stabbing, beat up thugs, and even endure jail time. But when it comes to needles, she’s a scared kitty. Scarlett tries to wriggle out of his arms but Ryder doesn’t let go. He keeps a firm grip on her till they reach the mansion.