Novel & Cerita Emergency Room Stories

They did it on purpose, because an hour ago Erin gave the news that she would be home late —the number of patients in the Emergency Room was booming. Erin said, there have been several severe accidents that have occurred at several vulnerable points in Moonwood City. At that time, while waiting for their food to finish heating, the three young men deliberately discussed some of the big accidents that Erin meant — these incidents appeared in the breaking news of several television stations. Gabe keeps changing the television channels, and the content is always the same. Accidents or collisions in a row. PIP The sound of the television that Gabe had deliberately turned off sounded in tandem wi

It made being in the emergency room in the middle of the night a lot easier. I was pulled to the side eventually. There were two police officers there, whose sole job was to file reports for whoever needed it here in the emergency room. Some people came in because they had been shot or stabbed, so they thought my minor drug thing was a breezy task. I was crying within no time.

"It's never a good idea to say the emergency room is quiet. Many say it's bad luck, then there will be another impromptu incident." Yes, Maureen had heard such myths. At least a few times Abra had told her about the prohibition of underestimating the number of patients in certain institutions. "Let's continue through messages, okay?" There was a trading transaction from Angga's place between pauses in the conversation. Maureen guessed that Angga was trying to contact her even though he was very busy with work. "Let me know when you land. I want to look for senior orders first." Are co-assist really that troublesome?

Calista Rivers' POV The emergency room smelled like disinfectant and blood tonight. I pulled on fresh gloves, my hands steady even though my body screamed for sleep. Sixteen hours into my shift, and I still had four surgeries waiting. This was normal. This was life. Outside the operating room, sirens wailed. Another accident victim rolled through the doors on a stretcher, and I moved toward him automatically. Nurse Jenna grabbed my arm. Her face was pale. "Dr. Rivers, this one is bad. Real bad."

On the outside looking in at his own life falling apart. People were moving around them. Doctors and nurses rushing past. Other patients being wheeled through. The organized chaos of a hospital emergency room at night. But Grayson barely noticed any of it. His entire world had narrowed down to Shayla and that pregnant belly and all the questions he could not stop asking himself. The emergency room doors swung open with a loud whoosh. A doctor walked out. Older man. Late fifties maybe early sixties. Wearing surgical scrubs that were covered in blood. Fresh blood, still wet. Ayven's blood.

If Victor had truly done everything he promised, then I had no idea who I could trust anymore. So I waited for any chances to get myself out of their glaring gazes. Then suddenly, a distraction came. “Move! Move!” The emergency room doors burst open as a woman screamed in agony. “My baby!” Blood stained the lower half of her dress as several nurses rushed her inside on a stretcher. “She’s hemorrhaging!” “We’re losing too much blood!” “Doctor, now!” Instantly, every nurse, doctor and even the patients’ relatives rushed toward the commotion.

"Dr. Brooks, you've got to trust Astrid! She's never wrong." "Yeah, her ability is spot on every time." "It's not on her. Most of those patients came in critical condition, anyway. Some things are just in God's hands." Melanie fell quiet after that. The truth was, they weren't entirely wrong. Most of the recent cases had been severe trauma, car crashes and the like. People were brought in missing limbs, barely holding on. Death wasn't unexpected, and none of the family members had caused trouble. Astrid caught the hesitation in Melanie's eyes. She straightened, voice loud and confident.

The cafeteria had begun to fill—nurses ending night shifts, residents starting days, the ordinary rhythm of the hospital that continued regardless of who lived or died in the rooms above. "Emergency medicine," he said finally. "You learn to read the room before you read the patient. Who's going to faint, who's going to fight, who's going to sue. It's survival." He paused. "And I have brothers. Two older. We don't speak anymore. Different kind of damage, same architecture."

"Simon… My stomach hurts so much. My incision… Has it split open? Get a doctor to examine me! Hurry!" Blood seeped from Willow's incision and dripped onto the floor, staining it red. The doctors nearby immediately rushed over and began emergency treatment. The crowd in the hallway quickly dispersed. In the blink of an eye, Willow lost sight of me in the crowd. As intense pain shot through her abdomen, unease pounded heavily in her heart. It felt as though everything was slipping beyond her control. The operating room light turned on and then went out again. A nurse wheeled out a pale-faced Willow and reminded, "The patient is still very weak. Don't let her experience any more emotional distr

Along the corridor was the sound of footsteps of nurses. Some people push the patient's wheelchair, others rush to find a doctor. She passed a room with a red light. Looks like the person inside is being treated. If it was a red light, the situation would be quite dangerous. She wondered why in the world there was a disease that caused so many people to separate. In front of the emergency room is a married couple who are hugging each other and crying. Perhaps the person inside is their child. Then the emergency room lights off, the door opens, and a doctor in a blue shirt comes out to tell them the bad news.