Waiting Room Shifting Novels & Stories

Chapter 40 By the third morning, the hospital began to feel less like a place of healing and more like a waiting room for something worse. Nora noticed it in the way the nurses lingered a second too long when checking her chart. In the way strangers’ eyes slid toward her door before quickly looking away. In the way Trisha stiffened every time someone new walked past. Something was moving outside these walls. And it didn’t need her permission. “People are talking,” Trisha said quietly, standing by the window with her arms crossed. “Not loudly. Not directly. But enough.”

Gratitude for Adam’s bravery, anger at Charlotte’s malevolence, and the deep, aching fear that I might lose someone who, despite everything, still means something to me. In the waiting room, Ethan and Stella are there, their faces etched with concern. They move to comfort me, their presence a balm to my frayed nerves. We sit together, a silent vigil, each of us lost in our own thoughts. The sterile smell of the hospital, the soft hum of machinery, the distant murmur of voices—it all blurs into the background as we wait for news.

I mutter, my palms now becoming slick with sweat. “Let me check that for you,” he replies, his tone clipped but kind. This is the moment of judgement. I cross my fingers tightly and whisper a small prayer under my breath. Please God, just this one thing. I need this reschedule to happen no matter what. After a few clicks, his voice returns, lighter this time. "Good news—we do have a seat available on tomorrow's noon departure. I can move you over, though there will be a small change f*e attached. Does that work for you?

They just seemed a little confused that this particular truck is on the go. --- It’s early in the morning when we get back to the rehabilitation center. Nearly 3 am. But the place is bustling, knowing that we’re bringing in 28 shifters. After what feels like hours getting them set up in our medical area, I go to Ciara’s room, waking her up. “Caleb?” she asks, rubbing her yes. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing’s wrong, Star. I’ve got something to show you,” I tell her.

Without hesitation, she said, "Tell him I'm busy and don't have time for him today." "Understood." After hanging up, the receptionist flashed a sweet smile and said, "I'm sorry, sir. Ms. Shaw is very busy today, and she won't have time to see you." Benjamin slid his hands into his pockets, a faint smirk on his lips. "Understood." He didn't plan on forcing his way in or causing trouble. He simply found a couch in the lobby's waiting area, sat down, and settled in with all the patience he had.

Chapter Ninety Three: Facing the Truth Thorne's POV The waiting room was quiet, except for the soft whir of the air conditioner. I sat, my eyes glued to the clock on the wall. Every second that passed took an eternity. My fingers tapped restlessly against my knee, unsure if I really wanted to be here.

Lewis was not going to speak for a moment. He did not speak for a moment. Yessica's hand found his on the arm of the chair and stayed there. They left at four. The corridor was quieter than it had been two hours ago, the hospital doing its end-of-afternoon shift change. A nurse stepped out from the nurses' station as they reached the lift. "Mr. Sterling?" She looked at Lewis. "There is a woman in the family waiting room on this floor. She has been there since ten this morning. She asked the desk to tell you she would wait as long as needed."

Three fucking hours passed. There was still no news from the fucking surgery room. I could sense growing uneasiness among the people hanging around the waiting room solemnly. I brushed my fucking hair back off my face in rising impatience, leaning off the wall to walk away from them, and to fucking see what the hell was going on.

Amanda’s POV If the hospital had felt like a war zone yesterday, today it was a full-blown battlefield. The halls were louder, hotter, more crowded. The waiting area overflowed with patients and their families, bodies packed shoulder-to-shoulder, voices climbing over each other in frustration. I’d started my shift less than two hours ago, and already my scrubs clung to me from the constant movement. The front desk nurse flagged me down as I passed. “Dr. James, we’re getting a surge from two separate accidents. Four incoming ambulances, maybe five.”

Time felt like it slowed right down, and the night seemed to drag on as I waited for Seb to return. The waiting room began to thin out as the hours passed by. One by one, the patients were called through, leaving just me and a few others in the room. The chair I was sitting in had become so uncomfortable, so I'd get up and walk around the room, never wandering off too far, just in case Seb came back. After what felt like forever, I spotted him coming back through the door at the side of the triage station. I perk up, not wanting Jupiter to see how tired I am.