Urgent Care Albion Mi Novels & Stories

"Don Albini, there's another patient in critical condition in the ER who's still undergoing resuscitation. Several attending physicians are handling the case. If we pull them all away now—" Before he could finish speaking, Alessio cut him off. "I don't care. I have to make sure that Camelia and her child are absolutely safe." Alessio was the Don of the Albini family. No one dared disobey him. Soon, all the specialists who were stationed in the emergency room left. Only two young doctors remained in the emergency room, and one of them was just an intern. I remained floating in mid-air as I quietly watched it all unfold. I suddenly found it a little absurd.

Avery screamed, clasping Abel in her bosom as his blood trickled down on the floor. Before Avery could raise a second alarm, Clinton's siblings and others crowded the place. “Mr Copper, Mr Copper” Jason shook his boss, but Abel was numb. His eyes shut, only the beating of his heart showed that he was still alive. “What are you waiting for? Take him to the hospital,” Avery said. All sentiments were put aside, as the men quickly put Abel in his car and they all drove to the Good Shepherd Private Hospital. A hospital owned by Avery Clinton. Lucy’s comforting words went unnoticed by Avery, as she wasn’t listening anymore. Immediately after they arrived at the hospital, she rushed out of the car.

This feeling scared Alessia Hopefully what was bothering him will never happen. Lord, Please take care of this feeling. A few days later, Alby's condition has improved. Alby has been allowed to go home but must still do routine control and has not been allowed to move his body much. After a long journey from Texas to New York, they finally arrived at Alby's penthouse.

He touched and inspected almost everything in the shop, claiming that his nephews shouldn’t lack anything. It wasn’t three hours later that they decided to take a break and have a bite in the food court. And it was like the babies were exactly waiting for that because Alicia began having sharp pains immediately, they sat. The two scared and inexperienced brothers panicked. As one called 911 the other one called their mother. Luckily, the ambulance didn’t take long to arrive. Alicia was hoisted in quickly. Theo insisted on riding with her, while Xavier and Rowan followed in the SUV. Hilda and Martin were to meet them in the hospital.

Mike lifted Roberta into his arms and followed the Alpha. They had to get the ladies to the hospital as soon as possible before it was too late. Throughout the drive to the hospital, Vandyke couldn’t help but worry about Alison. Was she going to be alright?

Jayden said. "That's interesting," Mike commented. "Um, Albert is going to be moved to intensive care. You can keep him occupied while I do my part," he continued. Once Albert moved to the intensive care unit, Jayden stayed with him even though he couldn't be by the Alpha's side. Mike came back after almost an hour and a half away. A concerned look on the doctor's face made Jayden think that the results were not good. "I've never known this kind of poison before," Mike said as he showed a piece of paper, the result of Albert's blood sample.

Likewise, he joined the despondent Tim in the car and he asked at once, “What is the situation?” “He is still breathing,” he answered and Tim was elated. “Okay. The closest hospital is the company's clinic. Let's hurry.” He was already turning when he was saying that. He moved immediately, and the bus driver followed him, leaving the befuddled staff members of the hotel open-mouthed. Not quite long, they were at the clinic. Within a jiffy, Ambrose was admitted to the Intensive Treatment Unit while Tim waited in the car. His men, who had grown lean, waited in the bus.

I could feel the panic in him like a current. He grabbed his phone with shaking fingers, pressing the screen with urgency. “Come on—come on…” “9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” “There's been an attack, two men down,” he said, his tone sharp but frantic. “One unconscious, he was shot and the other was badly beaten. I need an ambulance. Right now. 1125 Hollow Creek Drive. Please—he’s not—he’s—” I heard him falter, then regain control. “Male, mid-twenties. Unconscious. Blood loss. Chest trauma. Possible internal injuries. Please, send someone now.”

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.

Cold night air slammed into us like a blessing. We spilled onto a rooftop. The city stretched below, sirens and chaos spiraling outward in widening rings. Helicopters cut across the sky in the distance. This place this nightmare was already unraveling. But not finished. Caelum lowered Alaric gently onto the concrete, ripping open his jacket, checking his pulse with brutal efficiency. “He needs a hospital,” Caelum said. “Now.” “I called it in,” Lucien replied. “Black site evac. Two minutes.”