Urgent Care Rayne La Novels & Stories

He was watching me, phone already to his ear, but his gaze stayed glued to my ass like it was the only thing in the world worth seeing. I was just reaching for the hem of my tank top, ready to peel it off and step into the shower, when my phone buzzed on the dresser. Rayne’s name lit up the screen. “Emergency came up. Had to drop the family at my mother-in-law’s. Rain check on tonight? Sorry, scarl.” I stared at the message for a second, then let out a quiet laugh under my breath. Rayne bailing was actually perfect. I still had three client session notes to finalize—transcriptions half-done, progress summaries waiting—and the thought of sneaking an hour of quiet work while Liam wrangled Hope

He had been hurt and anger as anyone would be when their mate made it clear they do not want them around, right? But then, she had called when he was talking to Carmen about the plans he had for the clinic. It was an inspiration he got from her, Athena, when she was talking about upgrading Moonvale's clinic. Raymond didnt want a situation where urgent intervention like the one needed for Zaya would happen and they would have to be waiting for help. So, he had been discussing that in details with Carmen at the pack house meeting room without realising that he forgot his phone in his office.

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.

His face is tight with an emotion I can’t name. I hang back, uncertain of my place in this. Uncertain of everything. Eventually, they let him in. And because no one stops me, I follow. The clinic is small but well-equipped, obviously designed for exactly this kind of emergency. Rayana is hooked up to monitors now, her vital signs beeping steadily across the screen. She’s conscious, barely, her eyes fluttering as the doctor speaks to her in low tones. “Knox…” Rayana’s voice is thin. Delirious. “Knox…”