It's 7:05 am and he emerges from the brownstone, in his slow, slightly off kilter shuffle that suggests he's already done with day before it's begun. Even though it's morning and the sun has technically rose, there's an eeriness to the darkened sky that betrays the reality of time. It could be the middle of the night. It could be the midst of a solar eclipse. It could just be January in Seattle.

...

The nurse walked about the halls staring evilly and suspiciously at all her patients. Her patients didn’t think anything of it but Neil ,one of her patients, was brutally murdered by her the next day, she hen Janet died then Rob then finally the nurse did. Everyone in heaven and alive celebrated since she was going to hell. ...

I can’t help but reminisce as I stare down at the emergency room floor. Each square tile, and rectangular fluorescent reflection causes me to ponder. Oh my have the years flew; I realized.

Sitting in disgust of how poorly and unwise I’d been. Thirty plus years of unhealthy tobacco consumption. Not counting the other habits. Sometimes we never realize until the body reacts!

“Mr. Green follow ...

I sat up with a start, pulling air deeply into my lungs with the urgency of a kid who swam underwater all the way across the pool. My brain was little more than static. I had to fight to open my eyes, which were matted closed.

The room was unfamiliar, but the annoying bug-zapper hum of the fluorescent lights and the battling smells of pine-sol and antiseptic told me I was in a hospital. The feel ...

"Good morning, Daniel," Clair's melodic voice announces as I step through the smart hospital's glass entrance. Moving down the hall, I see a surgical bot, the blue glow on its faceless head blending eerily with the ceiling fluorescents. Despite Clair's assurances, I give it a wide berth as it whirs past.

Reaching Room 1013, I recognize the familiar monitor beeps and murmurs of our favorite game s...

I clocked in and took my badge off the wall, said a quick “hello” to the receptionist that’s went ignored. Then tip toed down the cold corridor to my ward. I worked in ththe dementia ward at the time, dealing with people who lost their minds years ago.

One of our regulars, Violet, who came here once a week for a check up, was stood in the hallway.

“Morning, Miss Violet. How are you today?”

She ...

The automatic doors of Beacon General glide closed behind me. I should have never agreed to do this. I’m not strong enough to handle this. The thoughts are spiraling through my head.

I try to breathe out the anxiety, but the air is as thick as the smog in downtown Atlanta when I used to commute everyday. The difference now is rather than exhaust and honks, lurking souls fill the void.

As I turn ...

Gravel crunched beneath my feet as I approached the decrepit hospital nearly falling apart at it's seams. The vines strangling the cracked stone walls appeared as though they were the glue holding the building together. I took a deep breath as I continue in attempt to ease my anxiety. Being sent to places like this was common for someone with my abilities, but it never fails to make me sick to...

Im sitting and waiting for it’s been so long

Will she ever waken and open her eyes.

The impact was forceful, the truck ran the light.

Everyone is running, in and out of the room.

The doctor is screaming we must save her life.

My mother is praying, her sisters in tears, please help her doctor, we need her to live. I’m just a doctor im doing my best. This lady is injured, she’s hurt really bad...

Bellamy Thornehouse was a pathetic worm who relished tormenting good people.

That was what the nurses quipped when they had discovered she was stowing away the white horse pills beneath the mattress, forbidding to cure her dwindling health.

“Shall we force her? To take the pills?” One nurse suggested dryly, before another nurse scoffed, “We should, certainly, only if she’d comply. The retched ...

I step inside.

My shoulders ache as I nod to the receptionist at Three Rivers Hospital. Outside, the parking lot is blanketed in fresh snow, and I'm grateful when the automatic doors glide shut behind me.

"Name?" she mutters, eyes fixed on the paperwork in front of her.

"Elias—“

She glances up sharply, her expression softening. "Just go left at the end of the hall," she says with a faint smile...

The bench was unoccupied, just like the day before. Except for a book. The same book, with the cartoon boy and girl looking over an edge of a cliff, their dog behind them clinging for dear life. There were no words and yet she opened it everyday as if she could read it.

She started towards the bench, as a voice calls, “Good morning, Aggie! Care to join us today?” 

The voice is either Dave. Or Be...

God, my body aches. What did I do last night? I’m sure I was at Alice’s, wait no, she’s still Travelling, I keep forgetting.

And that god-forsaken alarm won’t stop ringing, I’m sure it’s Saturday, isn’t it? I rub my eyes, stretching my legs out as far as possible but an unspeakable wave of nausea and pain hits me, then as I open my eyes a sickening sea of white light hits me. I’m sure I shut my...

Late. Late. Late. That’s all she could think about as she practically flew down the halls of the CHI Health Center. If it was too late… if they’d already done something to her… she would _never_ be able to forgive herself.

Cassia opened the door to her sister’s hospital room, flinging the it wide open, anxious to see what had become of her sister. She looked frantically around ...

White and silence seem to be all the world is made of. I blink my eyes a couple of times, and fluorescent lights come into view and the faint sound of beeping becomes audible. It all comes back to me then. The accident. I was driving home from work, and someone ran a red light at the intersection just a block from my apartment. I only remember the impact and then nothing. The beeping becomes faste...

“‘Summit Hospital, first in the country and first for you.’ Ya, right.” Katie mumbles under her breath while clipping her badge onto her scrubs in the breakroom of the emergency department. Katie was a 20-something year old new graduate nurse at Summit, and to the nursing teams surprise, she was already one of the best nurses working in the ER. Being the best didn’t matter to her, and only having ...

My husband’s eyes opened in a confused squint from the harsh glare of the fluorescent overhead lights as he laid on the cold hospital floor in a daze staring at the all too familiar white square tiled ceiling. “Is someone going to help that poor man?” said the anesthesiologist in a calm but pressing tone as he withdrew the long needle from my spine. A sigh of temporary relief overcame me as my low...

  Hospitals are funny. You could be with a loved one, sharing an ice cream, sharing old stories, and in a blink, everything will disperse. There are no more memories to think about back then, instead, you focus on the bad news. Or maybe, you focus on the news you are about to get. 

     My thoughts got rudely interrupted as a nurse started walking towards my aunt. I could feel my hands curl into f...

She woke up, her eyes sore and stiff, until the flickering lights blinded her, causing her to shut them once more. She braced herself before opening her eyes again. She blinked, once, twice, adjusting to the light falling on her face. Her mind was rushing. She didn’t remember how she got here, she didn’t know who she was, nothing. Her hands fisted the white sheets beneath her, and her nails dug in...

Defusing all I know, till what I made up is the life.

Life has been born from a lie, but that’s not how

I saw it at that time. In seconds I have seen my evolution and her mindset I confused it with mine.

“And now they’ll want to know how comes that I don’t know. When I should ask them first, how in the world they did not know I am not the one they see? “

I thought for a moment that closing my e...

5:30.

The clock always read 5:30, in that black text.

He can’t take it much longer. The incessant buzzing of the pure white lights burned through Calix’s eyelids, and never gave him a single bit of darkness. Atleast he could see, he presumes. It was definitely better than living life in pure nothingness.

Five used to be his favorite number. Don’t ask him why, but it was just something about it...

Dave was in the back of his dad’s car. He kept playing with his fingers and scratching his head. He could not sit still as he was too anxious and his dad Mike knew this from quickly looking at the rear view mirror. “Dave, buddy,” Mike said, being loud enough to make sure that his son heard him. Dave looked up and saw Mike looking at him through the rear view mirror. “Do you wanna know something?” ...

One night I was extremely exhausted from all the work I had to complete, so the next night I came home incredibly exhausted again, my friend at work said that I should go to the hospital because it was not good for my health, so I went that night and it was late so I had to eat leftovers that I had to bring with me, it was very spooky, and dark so I just went to sleep then woke up the next mornin...

The hospital was a maze of sterile hallways and hushed conversations. Dr. Naomi Carter had seen her share of trauma, but nothing prepared her for the case of Lillian, a fourteen-year-old girl who had been in a coma for three years.

Lillian’s parents visited her every day, their hope dwindling but never completely gone. Recently, however, Lillian’s EEG readings had started to show signs of irreg...

Having minor surgery, and knowing you’re getting out tomorrow, you bear with it. Here I am laying on the hospital bed, waiting for my pain medication. I kept on pressing the buzzer for the nurse, but, the nurse never came. Every five minutes, I’m pressing the button for my pain medication. It’s was 3 am , I hear moaning in the next room. It was a elderly woman. She sounded like she was in horrif...

Gasping, Martin ran into the bathroom, hoping to put additional doors between him and whatever was lurking in the hallway.

Sinking to the ground against the door, he put his head in his hands as he tried to steady his breathing.

"Marty?" a whisper came from one of the stalls. Holding the floor as if to steady himself, he leaned forward to see if he could spot any feet hanging down. Nothing.

"M...

When you imagine a hospital, you imagine the stench of disease, the sight of sickness, the anxious feeling in the pit of your stomach when you walk past a patient. When you stay in a hospital, you feel like you’re going insane staring at the same pale walls for most of the day. You feel like you’re going to vomit tucking into the same bland food every day.

It barely feels like a home.

Emma Hopki...

For years now I had been working in an animal hospital, and in all my time working there, I had generally only worked on animals like dogs, cats, and the occasional rodent, but never in my time would I have expected to work on a penguin!

Until now…

It was just any other day at the animal hospital on 32nd street where I worked, until I was told I had a new patient.

I entered the examination ro...

When does your story start? Everyone’s life doesn’t actually start at birth. It starts when something significant happens that people are bothered about. No one actually cares about your childhood or all the boring things that happened throughout your life. This is the kind of society we live in. _No one cares_, and it’s time you accept that.

So, think about it. When does your story start?

My st...

I wasn’t supposed to fall in love in a hospital. I wasn’t supposed to be here in the first place, to be tangled in the sterile smell of antiseptic and the quiet beeping of monitors that measure life, that remind you it’s fragile, that it can slip away in the blink of an eye. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with her.

Her name was Winny. I remember the first time I saw her—it wasn’t even in the wa...

This is not where we are supposed to be. I’ve never been to this hospital, I don’t know these doctors, and I already - _OH MY GODDDDD, _breathe, _breathe, _okay - I’ve already paid my copay at the other hospital! Okay, but it’s fine. I was going to do this at home anyway, right? But here we are, and these ever-loving contractions are not great, and I’m ready to get this baby out.

Pregnancy, it’s...

The light in the hospital room flickered—once, twice—then went out entirely.

Mara blinked, disoriented, her head spinning in the sudden darkness. She could still feel the cold sheets beneath her, hear the soft hum of the machines around her. But everything else was a void. No light, no sound, no shape. She blinked again, trying to make sense of it, but her eyes betrayed her, no longer cooperating...

BOOP

A machine reads the pulse of a patiant. Bedridden in a dimly lit hospital room.

BOOP

They are male. Thin, gaunt even. Eyes closed. Comatose.

BOOP

“A conversation can be heard outside the door. Tell the family this one is not gonna make it. Have their loved ones say good bye”

BOOP

A nurse enters the room. They reach for the monitor reading the patients pulse.

CLICK

The machine turns off. Th...

There’s a locked room at the end of the east hospital wing.

It's been there for as long as I've started working this job, and something tells me it's been there for as long as anyone else has been working here, too. 

Which isn't a long feat by any means, considering almost all of us nurses in this sector are relative newcomers. We were brought onboard by the hiring director in an attempt at "rev...

She was supposed to let him die. Thalorn medics don’t waste bandages on Ravian soldiers- not after the burned towns, the hung bodies

But she found him choking on the rain soaked mud, buried beneath a pile of corpses. Ravian corpses. Men with slit throats and shattered jaws. Ryn sucked in a gasp and she unsheathed her small knife they’d given her on her first day. The ground below her shook as ...

The hospital smelled of antiseptic and something fainter beneath it, something human—warm skin, fear, the whisper of life on the edge of silence. The air was thick with it, the weight of a hundred unsaid things pressing against the walls, hanging in the quiet spaces between monitors that pulsed like artificial heartbeats.

Dr. Evelyn Carter stood by the window of Room 317, her fingers grazing the c...

She died because of me and no one knows it. I would talk to her at lunch and ask her what she liked. If only I had asked her how she really was. She could push me away but I wouldn’t stop trying. I would annoy her forever if I had to to get her help. But that’s not what happened. I could tell though if I asked she would have told me. If no one else realized I should have. I was the only one to rem...

The lights are too bright for my eyes. I can't believe I landed myself here–the hospital of all places–all for saving a stray dog. My standards for life are lowering, but at least I made a new furry friend. I've already decided to name the little guy Rocky.

Sterile white walls surround me and the scratchy material of hospital get up is getting on my nerves. I really should've thought before I mad...

As the breeze lifted the scent of the flowers up and into the basket, It brushed itself against my cheek like a warm hand. It smelt like her, fleeting but sure. The memories, like the wind, swept through me and for a moment I wasn’t in a hot air balloon, I was back in the rocking chair, holding her.

Australian humour is different to other countries but even here I don’t think you would hear too...

The stench of decay was heavy in the stale air. With every step, the weight of the dead seemed to press in from all sides. Broken glass cracked beneath Val’s boots, her cheek pressed against the cool metal of her gun. The small group moved slow and steady as they searched the empty airport.

“It’s all clear.” Dante announces as he slips his gun into his backpack. “Keep your eyes out for anythi...

I felt the breeze by the open window

It’s hands wrapped around my open throat

I struggled for breath as my mind would wander

The hospital blue lines

on the yellow brick road floor

Became home for me

As my brain entered it’s decay

The sun dipped behind cloud

like an anxious child

and the light became diluted

Squash lost in a sea of tonic

Fizzy council pop

a burst of applause

as the bubbles rea...

Heartbreak

The same devil, different story

**Log 1:**

**The patient today seems pretty alright, granted everything that occurred yesterday. I’ve noticed some fidgeting behaviors that in other context seems pretty normal**

**I’ll keep that in mind for the future**

**So Iregardless, we will continue with the same dosages for the next two weeks on a trial**

**Period**

**If all goes well the p...

The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, their sterile glow casting sharp shadows across the small hospital room. Room 306—isolated at the end of the west wing, where the long-term patients lay in uneasy slumber.

Dr. Adrian Holloway had long since stopped expecting anything from this room’s occupant. **Patient Evelyn Roe**. _Age: 23. Status: Comatose for nine months following an unexplained inciden...

“He’s dying, you know.”

“Yes. I know.” Micah looked at his wife and sighed. A tear fell from his eye. “But he’s not gonna do it here.”

Micah looked at his father in the hospital bed. His father met his eyes and nodded. A slight nod. Micah turned to the nurse who had just come in. He was already standing, but stood up straighter. “We would like to take my father home. Please draw up the...

Never ending chaos was the daily setting in Saint Mercy hospital. Between machines beeping, and patients needing medical intervention. A break neck pace was the usual way to carry on. This is what made Dr. Scott D. Roberts so successful. Always even keeled the pressure never seemed to get to Dr Roberts. He was calmly directing nurses to aid patients while making his rounds as smoothly as possible....

(This is a chapter taken from my work in progress, so some things may seem out of context, but I hope it will intruige readers)

Recovering from surgery suited Viktor well. After everything he’d been through lately, it was like a dream to be relaxing in a warm bed, slurping on fruit-flavored jello cups, listening to the melodic whistle of birds flitting about outside his window. He was even allow...

“What are you doing after your break?” The older man ashed his cigarette from the arm of his wheelchair.

The nurse shook her head as she knelt by his side. “Robert, I’ve told you before. You shouldn’t be smoking.” I watched as her eyes followed the ashes as the wind blew them into the nearby foliage: red, pink, and blue little flowers that seemed to be healthy no matter the season. Now, it was a...

The weight on her shoulders pushing her down. Nothing left for her here, not much left of her. She ponders on the messy thoughts running through her tangled web of a mind. Loving to write stories of her struggles but her mind blocking the bad parts out. ‘My mind is messed up and I hate everything.’ She crosses out the line as she can’t ever find her flow. Dark menacing clouds dancing above her hea...

I remember the sounds more vividly than anything else. The humming machinery, muted beeping in various cadences. But all hushed. Like the very atmosphere was aware that lives were deciding whether to continue or end. It's one of the most intimidating moments of my life. Walking that hall and waiting for the nurse to show us where to go. The lights were dim. The air warmer here than the rest of the...

Goosebumps pricked up from my skin, the cold plastic of the chair leeching the heat from my body. The room smells of sweat and disinfectant, as I sip on the hospital coffee someone had brought me. It tastes bitter and old but it was the only warm thing in this sterile tundra. I try to allow the warmth and familiarity of the coffee to calm my nerves. I hated hospitals. No one ever comes to a hospit...

The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow over the empty hospital hallway. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and something else—something metallic. Blood.

Nurse Elena Graves stands frozen at the nurse’s station, her fingers trembling over the call button. Her shift started like any other, but now—now, something is wrong. The hospital is too quiet. The usual beeping ...

Hawthorne

Nathan Hawthorne was a man on the brink of death. Cancer.

He lay, in solitude, as most of his life had transpired, on the pale white hospital bed. Beside him sat an untouched plate of food: chicken and rice, with a red jello for dessert that looked as bland as the life surrounding him.

His room, much like his life, looked untouched. Hawthorne never took risks. Hawthorne never lived o...