Urgent Care Rayne La Novels & Stories

"Oh, and Laurie? When you're done here, I want you to pack up your things. I'll be making use of the attic, so you have to look for somewhere else to stay.” Fuckit!! I wanted to retort but just then, my phone on the counter rang. Calming my nerves, I picked up the call seeing it was from the hospital. “Hello, Doctor…” “What!!?” With a pale face, I pushed Thalia out of the way and rushed out leaving the work incomplete. **CITY HOSPITAL** “Isn't there something else to do?" “I'm afraid not, Miss Rayne. If Rafe doesn't get an urgent kidney transplant, we won't be able to save him.”

My God please let him be okay, Alex won't survive this pain a second time. Ian comes flying through the ER doors, already pulling gloves on. “Bring him to Trauma 1. Now!” The doors burst open and Rayen is wheeled inside, his tiny body limp, hooked up to an oxygen tank. His skin is red and angry. His lips are slightly blue. I feel sick. “His airway’s compromised. We need to intubate,” Ian barks, but there’s a hesitation in his eyes as he glances toward me like he knows how badly this is affecting me.

By the time I stepped into the hallway, I was no longer Amber Queen, the rejected Omega. I was Dr. Queen. And I had a job to do. Lacey stood by the door of the OR when I arrived—tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp, observant eyes behind her mask. She didn’t ask questions. Just nodded. We walked in together. The nurses were already in place. The monitors beeped a chaotic rhythm. Rayne’s vitals were low—dangerously low. He was pale. Cold. His body unmoving, blood still trickling from beneath the branch that impaled him.

He needed to find a way right now, or it would be too late to rescue his men. Rayne pushed the door of the shabby house open. He had thought he would meet nothing but bones, but instead, he saw two women breastfeeding their babies. They were both shocked when they saw Rayne walk in, making them cover their breasts before rising from the stool they sat on. “Please help us. Someone took us here. My child is sick,” one of the women said on her knees. Rayne covered his nostrils because of the pungent smell in the room.

Her pulse was thready. But she was alive. Barely. The doors burst open the second the ambulance screeched to a halt at the emergency bay. Doctors and nurses swarmed like bees as they wheeled her out on the stretcher. RAyNe jumped down from the ambulance, running alongside, his soaked boots slamming against the hospital floor. “Sir, you can’t…” “I’m not leaving her!” he roared. One of the doctors stepped in front of him. “She’s critical. We need space to work.”

Kian thanked the doctor and asked. “She's sleeping now. You can go meet her just don't wake her up. She needs to rest.” Saying that the duty doctor left. “You go and meet her, I will be waiting for you in the car.” Rayne looked into his phone to see the time. “You go back home. I will be staying here tonight.” Rayne gave him a surprised look. He has never seen him to be so worried for someone other than family members. It was really rare. Though he's a playboy, he was the most emotionless among them. He never shows concern for anyone. It was the first time he saw Kian to care for an outsider.

Beltran patted my back and talk to the pack warriors, it was about Zack but I have no interest to focus in their conversation. After two minutes, the medical team finally arrived. They all had shock reactions plastered on their face, they immediately put Rayton inside the ambulance and started to do the first aid process. One of them walked toward me and greet, “Chief, please come inside the ambulance too so we can leave now.”

At least he had his seatbelt on, otherwise he would have been in some serious trouble. Being exposed to the mist could kill him if he was alive. We have got to move fast and keep him in the car until we can get him some fresh air. If he isn’t breathing, he needs to be pulled out into the mist and rushed to the hospital. Rayne decided that I was the smallest and probably the nimblest of everyone there. I would slip into the car and assess if the king was breathing or not. On Rayne’s count of 3, Rayne opened the door and I slipped right in. It must have been less than two seconds to close the door behind me.

The sky was gray by the time the infirmary doors finally creaked open. Rayne shot to her feet so fast the world tilted. Lucian’s hand instinctively reached out, steadying her by the elbow, but she barely noticed. A medical staff—with silver hair and specks of blood still staining his gloves—stepped out with a tight expression. “He’s stable,” she said. “Conscious. Awake.” Rayne exhaled a sharp, shuddering breath, almost collapsing from the relief.

The doctor, nurse, and Liam all look at each other then at Rayna. “What the hell is going on?” Rayna demanded. “Ok please try to stay calm. It could be aftereffects of the poison. You were brought in by ambulance Christmas night from the bar. You’ve been in a coma for the last 6 days.” Doc explained. Rayna started to feel a severe panic attack coming on. The machines started acting crazy from her distress. She sits up gasping for air. “I can’t breathe!” She gasped. “Doc what’s happening?” Liam demanded.