Hospital Of Terror Short Story

I had been cringing about day for so long. I was completely terrified to go into that room. As the door opened I was exposed to a cold draft and I could feel the dense air. The day I was told this needed to be done was horrifying, and now it’s actually happening. They rolled me over to a new bed and I looked around seeing doctors everywhere. There was a table that they rolled next to me and on it was things that I can’t even explain. They put a green mask on me with tubes going through both sides of it. They told me I’d get drowsy and all of the sudden I closed my eyes and it was happening. I was getting knee surgery.

He approached the door and looked inside. A single dim light illuminated a long passageway.

My legs are shaking with pain, but I need to know where I am and what strange things lie outside of that door way. Slowly I am making my way there, I hear people having a conversation just outside. I haven’t a clue what they are saying, it seems to be in some odd language. Finally I’m at the door. Terrified, I grab the knob and start to open it. It squeaks when I swing it open. In the hall I see no one, just white walls with white tile. “What the,” I say to out loud. I could have sworn I heard someone. My eye catches my room number, 387, it has my name on it. I look right and left, but see nothing expect florescent lighting and shut doors. I go to the door across from mine and try to open it. Locked, that’s odd. I try the next one, locked once again. I keep going, now at room 365 I give the knob a turn and it actually comes open. I hesitantly wander into the area. It looks the same as mine, minus the painting on one of the walls. It is an extremely abnormal painting. It depicts an out of the ordinary creature. “Why would this be in a hospital?” I whisper to myself.

Being only a measly volunteer for my high school HOSA (Health Occupations Students of America) program, I am not allowed to participate in much, leaving a lot of down time. I hear the sound of rushed feet pacing up and down the light brown, wooden floors, and the white, florescent lights blind any who dare to gaze up. I am only here to observe surgeries and injuries, yet so far I have only managed to observe impatient nurses streamlining up and down pallid hallways. I glance upward to a clock staring at me from right across the room. It glares 8:48. I moan, realizing I have another thirty minutes before I have to head to school. I turn my head when I hear in the distance an unusually loud herd of frantic feet. Moments later the double doors blast open, paramedics, doctors, and nurses all surround one speeding bed. The transition from utter silence to sudden action throws off my relaxed and daydreaming mind, as I see the ominous bed hurdle its way into an open room down the

It was five minutes to 11:00PM on Friday the 13th, and Dr. Jordan Alexander stood at the unit secretary’s desk in the emergency room of San Antonio Memorial Hospital. She sipped her iced coffee and casually glanced at her watch, waiting for her shift to begin. So far, it was quiet, but like most overnight shifts, that was bound to change in a heartbeat.

I awoke with the sound of beeps in the distance. My eyes fluttered, eyelashes blocking my small spot of a view. In the corner, I could see my mom, her head in her hands, shaking slowly from tears. I gradually moved my head to the left. The room was bright, with white floors and bleached walls. There were multiple carts full of medical supplies right next to me. While scanning the room, I could hear my mother gasp and run out of the door. Moments later, a tall lanky guy walked into in the room. He was wearing scrubs with little stars and a light blue stethoscope was dangling from

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was, until seconds later when I realized almost everything in the room was white. My hair was pulled out of my bun and I was wearing a patient's gown. There was a lady in baby blue shirt with little snoopy dogs on it leaning over the bed with a clipboard in her left hand, and a pen in her right. The instant I moved my head to look around, I regretted it and let my head flop back down, then regretted that even more. My whole right side of my body felt like it was being burned and stabbed right there on the spot. I moaned and I heard my mom's voice, just a little too

I could feel a thin sheet of fabric on top of my weak body. As I regain my conscious, I could hear repetitive beeps next to me. I turn to my left to see a heart monitor. I could see each vibrant green line waving up and down. I was in a room of white. A white blanket, white furnishings, white walls, and white marble floors. When the realization that I was in a hospital, I begin to panic. Where is my family? Where am I? How long have I been out? Just as I was going to try to move out of the bed, an outburst of doors flew open and a nurse in white walked

I jolt awake. “Must have been a bad dream” I thought to myself. I looked around and was shocked at my surroundings. A destroyed hospital room. The paint on the walls is peeling and it smells like old sheets and medicine. The beds are covered in rust and pieces of the ceiling have fallen on the floor. The room is dark, but the sun is shining through the barricaded windows. I rip the needles out of my arms and struggle to stand up. I put on my clothes that were still neatly folded under the bed. I walk out of the room. There were blood stains on the wall and random hospital supplies thrown on the floor. My heart starts to race. I try to think of what could have happened. While I was thinking I was snapped out of my thoughts by a banging behind me. I turn around to see a door, bolted shut. I decide not to open it. I begin to walk

As a medical scribe in the Emergency Department at St. Agnes Hospital, I constantly work in a fast paced environment and learn something new everyday. Some days are good days. Some days go badly. My third day of training as a medical scribe was a bad day. Eight hours into my shift alongside my assigned physician, Dr. David Hale, we had already seen a myriad of symptoms and ailments from nearly twenty patients. Suddenly, an urgent overhead page called out, “Code Heart Emergency Department Room 5.” Dr. Hale sprinted to Room 5 with me rushing to keep up. The space was filled, shoulder-to-shoulder, with emergency medical services (EMS) and several nurses. I squeezed my way through the gathered crowd. A paltry three days of training left me simply awestruck amongst so much activity.

The light was as bright as the sun and I could feel my retinas burning. In the back i could hear a slight beeping sound almost like it was graphing my heart beat. I heard voices, “Scalpel.” “I’m going to make the first incision now....” And then nothing, the voices stopped and i was back in my own head. I was startled by a falling sensation, as i was thrown into an even colder room. The light in here was dimmer, but it was still blinding. I crawled over to giant metal door and punched it and screamed for them to let me out. I needed to finish my work, my whole reputation depended on it. In a few

The rapid beeping of the alarm reverberated down the hallway. In a split second, every nurse and physician sprinted toward the sounding alarm, frantic to get to the room. It was the rapid response alarm. A patient had gone unconscious and the family had sounded the alarm, desperate to help him. Minutes later, with the alarm still echoing through every hallway of the inpatient floor, an ominous voice came over the hospital intercom and said, “Code blue, 324. Code blue, 324.” It was no longer an unconscious patient; it was a patient in cardiac arrest. Now nurses and physicians from all over the hospital flocked to the room, anxious to save him. After nearly thirty minutes, the patient was conscious again, and as I stood there in my volunteer

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It started with a chill, each vertebrae vibrating one by one up my spine. Then the heat, my face flush and palms clammy. I could never keep up with my breathing, for it seemed as though each time I breathed out, I needed more air almost immediately. Soon, my mind was flooded with unsettling images, a new one appearing nearly every second, each worse than the last. Everything that I found comfort in was now an enemy. When will this end? My body could not keep up with the trembles and I could not resist the urge to scream. Was this room always so small? My eyes grew indecisive, darting across the room, until the capillaries within them bulged so greatly that I clenched my eyelids shut. Then, a long, deep breath.

It was an unpleasantly early morning in the hospital waiting room. Nurses buzzed around, busy attending to their patients while a faint beeping sound could be heard in the background. I was starting my second shift of the day at the hospital, just finishing working a shift in the dark, grimy morgue. Groggy, I sat down at my desk to begin another four hours of labor. My position was to assure that the paper work was properly completed and that all patients were attended too. While being a supervising nurse was a great responsibility, it left time to day dream.