Urgent Care Albion Mi Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry, I’m okay. Where are we now…?” Jed quickly told him everything from top to bottom. Albion’s face darkened when he realized they were still in Mount Beasts. With his last energy, he grabbed Jed’s collar and in a weak voice said, “Leave me and get out of here fast! They won't stop chasing after us until we’re all dead.” He coughed violently again. “I know, Brother Albion, but you’re badly hurt. We would get into trouble if we go on like this. Don’t you worry, we’ll definitely bring you out of Mount Beasts,” said Jed tearily.

Bryce went to the hospital. He will drive the ambulance to the hangar where Billie and his men was waiting, while Cali and Jerry pushed Alden’s stretcher to the exit door. Fabe was in her car escorting the ambulance. “Come on, Jerry. We need to hurry. They are waiting for us now,” Cali and Jerry was on their way to the exit when a group of guy caught Cali’s attention. “Stop!” Cali whispered and pushed the stretcher to the side.

“But this isn’t fresh.” “Not fresh,” he repeats, grabbing a first aid kit and opening it. “What does that mean?” “I was in a wreck.” I explain as worry for Trent slams into me. “Actually, could you take me to the hospital after all?” As the question leaves my lips, Alton is led to the ambulance to join me. “He needs to be seen.” The paramedic accompanying him says. “Load ‘em up and let’s get going.” Giggling, I shoot Alton a look that screams liar while he tries to hide the irritation on his face as he glances toward what I can only assume is his car.

It wasn't a call from Victoria. It was an automated, pack-wide emergency alert from the Southern Packhouse Medical Wing. Frowning, I tapped the notification. *ATTENTION ALL PACK PERSONNEL: Patient Alder, High Priority. Life-support treatments have critically failed. Subject is being transferred via secure medical transport to the Eastern Hospice Facility for immediate palliative care. Route 9 Highway.* The phone slipped from my fingers. It hit the hardwood floor with a sharp crack, the screen shattering instantly. My lungs completely stopped working. The air in the room turned to ice.

Back at my desk, I reopened the restricted data entry in the company's system. This time cross-referencing keywords from the documents Liam’s secretary had filed during the month of the accident. Most were scrubbed, but one reference caught my attention: St. Albans Medical. Emergency Neuro Division. Bingo. I copied the hospital name and opened a browser, typing it into the search bar. The page loaded slowly, my pulse racing faster than the loading wheel. St. Albans was an elite, private hospital on the outskirts of the city—known for its discretion and expensive price tags. The kind of place the wealthy went to disappeared while they healed.

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-“

I mouth to him, but he shakes his head. “I’m good here.” “At least sit. It’s—” I want to say when the sound of alarms blaring comes. I drop everything and make a run towards the emergency department. I know what that means. “What’s happening?” I ask one nurse. “There was an attack. Mass casualties. Others are being transported here,” she explains, and my breath catches. “Where?” “The community hall.” She shouts, and my breath catches, turning to Alex. Isn’t that where Archie had gone to speak? My heart races.

“I have come to inform my Alpha of an attack.” “Was anyone hurt?” I ask looking at them. “Son sit down,” Dad says and I do. “The attack happened in a small town Northeast of here.” “No,” I shake my head. “No. That is not possible. There are guards surrounding her. Her father’s men are there to make sure no one attacks.” I try to stand but I fall back in my chair. “They airlifted Britt to the Trauma Center here in Atlanta,” Patrick tells me. “She is in ICU.”

Mrs Luther was there immediately, rushing to Milo’s bedside. “He is a Blackwell. We can’t take any chances,” She announced as soon as she saw the boy and felt his burning temperature. “Miss Ailee, call someone from his family” Miss Ailee disappeared to the class to go through his file so she could call his emergency contact while Mrs Luther turned to Sarah. “Call the Sterling Hospital and let them know we are on our way. His file lists them as his primary care centre.” “Let’s go now. You can make the call on the way,” Mrs Luther ushered the nurse. They took Milo into the ambulance, and within twenty minutes, Milo was rushed to the Sterling hospital.

The woman on the other line asks. "Yes," he replied. "What is this about?" He added. "This is Caroline from Dignity Health Medical Center. There's a patient here named Alison Gardner. She was brought here today. She was involved in a car accident, and she broke her leg." "What?" He yelled while caressing the back of his neck. "Is she going to be okay?" He asks. "Yes, she's out of danger," Caroline explains. Soon the call ended. Albert walks back and forth in the room contemplating if he will make a lame excuse about work and leave Latton in an unpredictable state with Thalia.