Laureen Revealed: A Narrative Fiction

As Chay got near the front doors of the hospital he jumped off his bike, ran through the doors, down the hallway to the glass windows where he had last seen his mother. Chay looked through the glass window, but he couldn’t see her, so he ran to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked from the

When Karter’s mom, Kathrin saw the little girl she was amazed. ‘She looks so young and to be out here all by herself.’ Kathrin thought to herself. ‘Should I see if she is ok?’ Kathrin kept thinking to herself over the loud honks of cars as they drove by. Then Kathrin finally decided she was going to see if she was ok.

Mrs. Smith signs in the emergency room with chest pain. Several nurses rush to get her vitals, blood samples to send to the lab, and obtain an EKG. While performing an assessment on Mrs. Smith, the nurse inquires about the amount of time she has been feeling this way. Mrs. Smith replies " My sister passed away 2 weeks ago and I have been having this chest pain ever since". After the physician reviews over all of Mrs. Smith 's lab and radiology test results, he informs her that she is not having chest pain from a heart attack, it is simply the result of untreated anxiety.

Occupying herself was a struggle. Mostly she lived in bed to only slowly move across the warn down glossed timber flooring to get to her desk in the shadowed lighting cast from the tree outside the window. By the time she sat on the wide plastic chair that she swore her mum got from the side of the road. Her hope raised just before it would break again. She was overwhelmed by monstrous feelings to just want to punch her slim laptop and rip him out of the twitter photo to be with her.

It was later that she found out that she had been kidnapped by an agency that sold people. She couldn’t believe it when the boy told her. Shaking with fear she began to sob again. Closing her eyes she willed it to be dream, but every time she opened them she was still in that bed, restrained, and wearing a blue hospital gown. She didn’t spend too long in the facility and she never got a chance to ask why the boy had been injured.

At the chaotic Ridgeview Medical Center’s Emergency Room, doctors were scrambling, yelling out for hospital equipment and blood. Police officers flooded the area. Everywhere, bodies were rolling on stretchers. Zach ran beside the stretcher with Erika. She was badly wounded, shot up with bullet holes and bite marks. Zack kept yelling his wife’s name, but she made no response. Erika was wheeled into one room. Her body appeared lifeless. Tears leaked from Zach’s bloodshot eyes.

People at the party are shocked at this behavior as her parents seek for medical help at the hospital. The doctor indicates that she has schizophrenia by her symptoms such as hearing voices. As the parents are having a hard time understanding and believing it, he explains that although she never had it growing up, it commonly occurs in young adults. The doctor wants Nikki to stay longer so she can

Kit sat in a corner chair, during one of her mother’s doctor appointments. Her mother was perched on the center exam table. Kit pointed out to the doctor that her mother was acting odd, belligerent, even though she was snippy before, her mother, was acting more childlike sticking out her tongue when the doctor tuned his back, becoming angry when she was asked questions. If the conversation wasn’t about her, she became angry and demanded they spoke only about her.

This shows that since her childhood she had never known any comfort from her father and he had always been cruel to her.

With a sudden jolt, Alma opens her eyes, gasping for air. She realizes that she is no longer in the doll store, but instead found herself lying on a bed. She can hear two people discussing outside, one with a very familiar voice, Alma grasping at her memories, cannot seem to remember who had that familiar caring, motherly tone of the woman speaking outside. Adjusting to the situation, Alma decides to look around to investigate. She glances at the table across from her bed, finding a simple piece of paper with the word "Diagnostic" written on it. Grabbing it, Alma, clutching the paper in her hands, cannot believe what she had just read. On the paper, inscribed in pen, "Alma Ashby, Coma Patient, Date Patient Regained Consciousness: To Be

She went to the hospital for checkup of her eye from the professionals as doctors examined the eye of the lady for long time and last they discovered that she lost her eye due to cat scratch i.e. a virus transmitted from her lovely cat.

I see their faces, despite the pitch black of the room, turn white with fright. Speechless they are, not recognizing this voice. It wasn’t their friend’s voice they had heard, oh no! They are shocked, paralyzed, aghast to hear this voice! A voice they recognize, but that doesn’t belong there! I raise my knife, and plunge it down, taking one of the girls’ lives in a moment. I yank it out of her chest, about to bring the other’s to an end, but this time, she utters a piercing scream! Without hesitation, I plummet the knife into her stomach.

“Hi, I’m Daniella Stacy...I’m here to see Dr. Avis…” she spoke quietly. The woman didn’t look from her computer screen as she pointed vaguely to a couple of clipboards. Danny turned slowly to inspect the clipboards and grabbed one of them once she realized they were identical. She took the clipboard over to one of the posh chairs in the corner of the waiting room. The entire room was silent, save the sound of the receptionist’s acrylic nails on the keyboard of her computer and the rhythmic ticking of a clock that seemed to be more for decoration than for actual time keeping. As Danny began to fill out the required paperwork, the scratching of her pen across paper came to accompany the small disruptions in absolute silence. As the silence pressed on, Danny began to regret her decision to go alone. She should have asked Ian or Loren to come with her, but she didn’t want to for fear that they’d see her cry. Danny didn’t have feelings, and she wanted to be sure everyone believed that. She stood to give the papers to the receptionist, cringing at how loud her footsteps sounded

The turning point of the story is when the doctor started to act mean towards the little girl, and thinking to himself how he enjoyed it. The little girl knocking his glasses off and trying to claw at his eyes was probably the final straw for him. All he was trying to do was help her, and all she was doing was making it even more difficult. In my opinion I believe she was the reason he began to enjoy acting mean towards her, so his thoughts could have been and probably were a normal thought of someone who was trying to do their job, and just got stuck with a difficult patient.

The hours passed by in a rush of hospital personnel. She just lay in bed for what seemed like forever for the therapist. Her entire body shook with excitement at the thought of being allowed to walk around. So, she cracked open one of the books that Conrad had dropped off. She just couldn’t shake the memory that had been on replay in her mind every time she closed her eyes. She tried her best to put it out of her mind, but all her effort was futile.