Urgent Care Albion Mi Novels & Stories

The Albright siblings took over the care of their sister as soon as she arrived at the local hospital. They did not have the top-of-the-line equipment at this location, which is why Richie wanted to transfer Regina to Grace Medical as soon as possible. He wanted to take care of her injuries and make sure they didn’t leave scars behind.

She knows I am right, and this pacifies her, but doesn’t fill that void in our hearts. With the Blue Moon approaching again, me, the kids, and Evie make our way to the hospital. I am grateful that they have renovated the suite to accommodate my growing family. There were a few injuries. But nothing, no attacks or any wounded. It is a calm period until my phone goes crazy. The panic alarm at the church. I grabbed Elizabeth on the way out of the hospital, making our way there as quickly as we could. Alpha Jackson beats us marginally. This is exactly why I wanted the alarm.

"It's a different world, Misha. Even if I explained it, you wouldn't understand. Dr. Weaver, since I'm clearly not welcome, I won't waste any more of my time." "Wait, wait! Just take one look inside first," Alban practically begged. "Fine." Tabitha followed Alban into the ICU. The air was thick with the smell of chemicals and the hum of machinery. She finally saw the "big shot" on the bed. Lycan Algernon, the man who looked so powerful on the national news, was now pale and barely clinging to life. Misha definitely shared some of his features. "When was he hit?" Tabitha asked while checking the monitors.

Rotten was rotten. I would always mind, and I would always be disgusted. Suddenly, Alia grabbed her phone and made a call while crying. "911? We have someone seriously injured. Send an ambulance! Now!" I shook myself out of my daze and looked at Reynolds. Since the glass bottle had been dusted with silver, the wound wouldn't heal easily, and blood kept flowing. Judging by how much he was bleeding, if we delayed any longer, things could get really serious. I kicked Alia back and yelled, "What are you calling 911 for? Worried he can't fuck you anymore?"

"You don't get to die on me, old man. Not before we find Stella." I dial werewolf emergency services as I run back to the SUV. "I need an ambulance at the industrial district, building 47. Multiple casualties. Explosion. Some are—" I look back at the flames consuming the warehouse. "Some are already gone. But I have one critical who needs immediate transport to Mercy General." "Sir, we are currently understaffed, can you please—" I don't wait for him to finish his sentence before I hang up... I need to get Victor some help or else he won't make it...

It was a stupid thing to think about at that time, but I didn’t care. She was going to be okay. I would get her the best medical attention money could buy. I’d take care of her for the rest of my life. The twenty minute journey took about fifteen. I parked the car haphazardly and rushed into the building. The reception’s head shot up at my entrance. “London Albright. Where is she?” She blinked at me. “I’m sorry sir, but there’s no one with that name here, but if-“ “Do not fuck with me, I just got a call that she was admitted here, so you had-“

before losing consciousness. Mike broke past the cop and shouted “Laura!” as the paramedics worked on her, loading her into the ambulance, Josie seamlessly climbing in for the ride. “Brigham” she mouthed to him as the lights turned on, the sirens roared, the back of the ambulance shrinking, then turning left, out of sight. Of course they would take her to Brigham and Women’s Hospital. That’s where all the high risk pregnancies— Fingertips touched his soot-covered arm tentatively. “Dylan? Is she—” Mike stood there, wild-eyed and shirtless, flip-flops on his feet and running shorts thrown on. He’d clearly raced here from the cabin. How did he get here so fast?

Shift at the hospital. I sat at the kitchen table and opened my laptop. Personal email. One unread. No subject. Sender: directive91@blackwoodholdings.com Attachment: STATEMENT OF SERVICES h**p://RENDERED.p*f I clicked it. It was an invoice. Blackwood Holdings letterhead. SERVICES RENDERED: Emergency medical intervention. Life-saving measures. 04/21/2026. 10:15 PM. Alley adjacent Brew & Bloom. PROVIDER: Aliyah Rhodes.

I thanked her and yelled at Alice, so she'd take our stuff to the car. I accompanied Manu in the ambulance while Andrew was following us in his sister's car. I explained to the fireman that I was a doctor, and i asked them to take us straight to MK Dor hospital. He had already called the medical team on duty warning about drowning, and everything was already prepared for care.

But when it came to Julian, logic melted. All that was left was a cold, sharp fear slicing through his veins. RING. The Bluetooth in the car cut through the silence. An unknown number. He almost hit ignore, his focus locked on the warehouse district ahead. But a sick feeling in his gut made him swipe answer. “Am I speaking to the emergency contact for Julian Hart?” The woman’s voice was too calm, too professional. “This is Mercy General Hospital.” The air vanished from the car. “…brought in from a river incident. He’s in a gravely critical state. We need his next of kin here immediately.”