Urgent Care Albion Mi Novels & Stories

"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...

The next few weeks pass fairly uneventfully. Molly and I have been house shopping - we're out visiting our 4th home out on Long Island when I receive the call. My phone vibrates in my pocket as I'm admiring the master bedroom's walk-in closet with Molly. I pull it out and see it's Tommy, one of my capos. "Yeah?" I answer. "Boss, we got a situation," Tommy says, a nervous edge to his voice. "Duncan caught one in the chest during a meet-up with the Albanians over on Shore Road. He's been rushed to Mercy Hospital but it ain't looking good."

“Someone who cares a lot for Troy already contacted them! I already contacted the ambulance!" I looked up in shock and saw Mercedes. Barely a moment after her words, the entrance doors slid open and paramedics rushed in with the ambulance crew right behind them. Seeing them spring into action, my mind snapped back to the other crisis. OVIRE and MARJ. Where could they be? Instead of standing there wondering where they could be, I snatched my phone back from Mercedes and turned to leave. But Claire’s voice rose sharply behind me. “Where are you going, Mia? Aren’t you coming with us to the hospital? My brother needs you there!”

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.

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.

There wasn’t the slightest hint of worry in his tone. “Well, that’s what my son gets for pissing off half the city. What hospital are they headed to?” My jaw dropped open. How the hell could he be so calloused? “Um, they’re headed to—” I looked over at Michael as he mouthed the name of the hospital. “—Dignity Health,” I finished. “How far out was he? That’s clear across town.” “It was a bad wreck, Mr. Clarke. His heart stopped there for a while on the bank of the river. You really should get to the hospital.”

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.”