Urgent Care Rayne La Novels & Stories

The voice from the other end was as loud as it was urgent. "Come in right now! The patient is going into cardiac arrest. I'll keep him alive for now!" Irene's heart skipped a beat, but she restrained her panic and answered, "Got it." "Take the back door when you come. The patient's family might stop you if you come from the front," Ray added. "Got it," Irene repeated. As she put down her phone, she tried to act casual as she said, "I'm stopping here for the day. Ray Hall has just called, saying that Dennis is improving. I'll go take a look."

They passed nurses moving briskly, pushing gurneys, and carrying trays of instruments. They soon reached the emergency room, and Rachael’s breath hitched. Raymond lay there... pale, motionless, oxygen mask strapped to his face. His shirt had been cut open, revealing bruises spreading across his chest and ribs. A thin line of blood traced down from his temple to his neck despite the bandage. “Ray…” she whispered, her hand trembling as she reached for him. “He’s stable,” the doctor said quickly, placing a hand on her shoulder. “But it was close. The impact could’ve been worse.”

I was shivering violently by the time we arrived. The second Alex parked the car, all four doors flung open, and the boys clambered out. My eyes rolled in their sockets, and then Lucas swept me up into his powerful arms. “I’ll carry her. There’s no way that she can walk by herself,” Lucas mentioned to the other three as he carried me. “We’re taking you to the medical center. Dr. Rayne is a Bear shifter, but with this town having a mixed shifter community, she treats all species, including humans,” Alex explained.

Alana asked, fear etched in the lines of her expression. “The Laurence,” Raymond said. “He is in the emergency room, critically down. No visitors are allowed at the moment.” The nurse replied professionally, pointing at an empty chair which was at the corner. “You can sit there and wait for the Doctor's response,” she said and walked off, her grip firm on the white files and syringe she held. The relentless tapping of the feet of my father-in-law could be heard as we watched everywhere bustle in activities. “What the heck is keeping them?! ” Alana screamed, voicing out her frustration as she paced back and forth the hospital hallway.

one paramedic asked. Riley explained. "He was shot... Andy... his friend... I think he's still here." The paramedic's expression turned grim. "Let's get him to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center." Riley nodded. As they loaded Christian into the ambulance. Riley's anxiety spiked. "Please, you have to save him!" Riley begged. The paramedic's calm voice reassured her. "We'll do everything we can, ma'am." The ambulance sped away. Riley followed in her car.

Indeed, the man was in the emergency room, so they hurried straight there. "Good evening, we would like to see Mr. Rauden Dabusche," Emily said to the nurse on duty at the emergency room registration desk. "Good evening, are you Miss Emily Carter?" replied the nurse with the name tag Lucinda Perez. Emily confirmed Nurse Lucinda's question and then asked where Rayden was being treated. She was then escorted to one of the rooms in the emergency room. And Emily could see a large man lying on a stretcher. "Ray, what happened? Why did you have such a tragic accident?" Emily asked, concerned, seeing the French man bleeding heavily with severe injuries to his head and limbs. An IV line and blood ba

“So what do you do now?” Rayne asked a few hours later, and they stood in the female care, pondering what to get. Instead of considering any longer, Rayne grabbed one of each test. They took a few moments to look over the clothes, then headed to the register with the items. The woman at the register looked confused when they placed ten tests on the belt.

Aunt Beth and Sarah descend upon her to help her up, but she doubles over in pain. “Jeremiah! Pull your head out of your ass!!” I yell at him. He blinks a couple times, looks from his mate to me and then I think his brain reattaches and he jumps into action, picking her up like she weighs nothing. We run outside, Jeeves has an SUV out for us. This man seriously needs a raise. He is always on top of the escape vehicles. Jeremiah slides into the backseat, cradling Rayna carefully in his arms. Ryker jumps in the driver’s seat and I follow in the passenger side and we are off to the pack hospital.

Doctors surrounded the stretcher as they moved. “Where’s the entry wound?” “Lower back. No exit wound.” “Possible spinal damage.” The words came quickly, urgently. Raymond’s body was wheeled through double doors and into surgery. Machines beeped loudly as surgeons prepared to operate. One doctor glanced at the monitors and frowned. “His heart rate is crashing.” “Start the transfusion now.” Another surgeon leaned over Raymond’s motionless body. “Let’s move. We’re losing him.” Down another corridor, Tricia was taken into a separate treatment room. Doctors carefully cut away the blood-soaked fabric around her wound.

But everything was out there on the World Wide Web so he punched in what he was looking for. "Okay," he told her, "we're in luck. There's an urgent care center right down the road on Estero Boulevard that's open until ten. Let's go." Kaitlyn shook her head. "I'll be fine. If I stay off it for a few minutes, and ice it, I'll be okay." Ryan ground his teeth. "Trust me on this. You need an x-ray to be sure it's not broken—" "But you said it wasn't," she interrupted.