The Clinic Novels & Stories

it would be revenge on her. They walked into the clinic, it was a small, sanitized place, set up to receive minor emergencies and consisted mostly of first aid before taking patients to a more capable place, so it was exactly what Klaus needed, someone who remove the cast and run a couple of x-rays to make sure the damage was fixed and he could finally get the woman to town.

I keep falling asleep these days. I cleared my throat. “Where are we now?” “We’ve been in front of the clinic for a while now, my Queen. I’ve discussed things with the management. To ensure your privacy, the clinic will take no one else but you for the rest of the day. They are now expecting you. We can head in anytime you are ready.” I stared at the clinic through the car window. It looked as secluded as Lilia described to me. It was an old vacation house which was surrounded by huge trees. The house was almost impossible to notice from afar. The tall gates were rusty and there were no other esta

It was certainly a very developed clinic, it was evident from the elite tools and equipment that filled the room. After taking a while to digest the confusion a little, I finally mustered up the strength to ask Hayley another question. "Pack's clinic? Are we still in Texas?" I inquired. I knew a lot of hospitals and clinics, and not once have I heard about Pack's clinic. They were developed, and if they could save me when the general hospital struggled with it, then I certainly must know more about this clinic.

Claire ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ The next evening, I found myself in a clinic, nerves dancing beneath my skin. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air as I sat on the examination table, my thoughts racing. Dr. Harris, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, entered, offering a reassuring smile. "Are you ready, Claire?" I took a deep breath and nodded, attempting to quell the nerves that fluttered beneath my skin. The room felt colder as I shifted my gaze to the medical equipment, its metallic gleam contrasting with the pastel walls.

She looks like she’s in her own little bubble, probably doing her best to try and forget where she is and who she is helping. I have nothing against hospitals. Been in and out of them enough times that they start to feel like taking a trip to the grocery store, but the clinic set up by The Tournament is one I loathe. It’s not the sterile environment or the bright lights that bother me, and unlike most clinics, it’s actually incredibly well-furnished with soothing whites, greens, and yellows. It looks rather cheerful, which is something I hate.

Taking his hand, I step out and he bows slightly, a wide grin on his face. "What?" I quirk my brows and he chuckles softly before closing the door as Hugh steps out. "He thinks you look pretty." "Bro, way to sell me out." We laugh, entering the Clinic before heading to the private rooms. Having a satellite Clinic for Kings Medical School in the academy was a wise choice. Each of the five buildings has a nurses room but the clinic was a good call for VIPs and teachers. Well done mom. I've always hated hospitals so avoiding them was quite easy with the clinic, though this place smells too. As we ent

I think it fits. “Anything else?” “She’s got a weird name. Dorothy? Doreen? Something with a D. I couldn’t hear the last name, but I saw her holding a prescription bag with the clinic’s name. You want me to send you the address again?” I already have it. I say, “I’m heading there now.” #•# The clinic’s quieter than I expected. IdealHome Clinic. Such a weird name in itself. No fancy signs. No big glass entryway. Just brick. A tiny parking lot. Trees trimmed way too evenly. Too private.

Elena took his hand, letting him lead her inside, her mind racing. “Just come with me.” He guided her in with a hand at her back. Inside, the place was quiet. The clinic was empty. Not sterile or hospital like, more like a luxurious wellness lounge, just polished floors and the faint scent of lavender. “Is this a hospital or a spa?” Elena whispered. “A clinic. Private,” he said as he walked her toward a door labeled Dr. Thorne – Women’s Wellness & Gynae. Elena’s pulse spiked. She stopped. “Ryan!”

Upon entering, there was a massive courtyard with rows of chairs arranged neatly, filled with people waiting for their turn to see a doctor. The entire clinic boasted ancient Drasian architecture. It was no wonder that it was known as the best traditional medicine clinic in Utre. The bigger the investment was, the more profit the clinic would make. "Hey, are you here for treatment? I've got a number from the front of the line. I'll sell it to you at a premium. Today's numbers have all been given out already." Banilor Clinic distributed appointment numbers at 7:00 am sharp, divided into two batches. One batch was for morning appointments, the other for afternoo

The clinic was nothing like I expected. I don't know what I had been imagining something cold, maybe, something that matched the house and the gun on the counter and the general aesthetic of Luca Wolfe's life, all steel surfaces and the absence of warmth. Instead it was a private practice forty minutes from the compound, small and quiet and decorated in the kind of muted colours that were designed to make people feel calm, which was doing absolutely nothing for me personally. A receptionist who didn't look up when we walked in. A waiting room with two other people in it who didn't look at us either.