At New york city Hospital, a renowned medical institution, stands as a beacon of hope and healing in the heart of Manhattan. Its imposing structure, a blend of modern and art deco architecture, towers over the bustling streets of New York City. The hospital's facade is a symphony of glass, steel, and stone, with a grand entrance that welcomes patients and visitors from all walks of life.
Upon entering, the spacious lobby unfolds, filled with natural light pouring in through the soaring ceiling. The atmosphere is one of calm efficiency, with comfortable seating areas and vibrant artwork adorning the walls. The sound of gentle chatter and soft beeps from medical equipment fills the air, creating a sense of controlled urgency.
State-of-the-art facilities and cutting-edge technology are woven throughout the hospital, from the advanced diagnostic equipment to the spacious patient rooms and operating theaters. The hospital's is known to be innovative and excellence is palpable, attracting top medical talent from around the whole world.
Navigating through the hospital's corridors, you notice the diverse and dedicated staff, from nurses and doctors to support staff, all working together to provide compassionate care to their patients. Their mission is to deliver exceptional patient outcomes and advance medical knowledge is evident in every aspect of its operations.
From their standby emergency department to the specialized treatment centers, New York Hospital is a hub of medical excellence, saving lives and improving the health of countless individuals every day.
They are known for their life saving duties until recently when bad incidents are now rampant in the Hospital which has left many talking, citizen are so scared of taking their family or friends over there. Billionaire Mark Thomas' has taken it upon himself to begin an investigation ever since he saw the bad news on the Television.
This occurrence over had been claiming the lives of many innocent patients for a very long time now, unfortunately a missing patient last month has been the bedrock for the exposure of the hidden room which was found in the Hospital full of dead bodies of different patience.
"Charles and the rest had already used first Aid to revive Diana but she didn't respond to treatments even Camara Einstein whom was her sworn enemy has been so worried go front and back to get water and any sort Durgs that could help but all to no result."
After about 40 minutes they decided to take her to New York city Hospital, Emma refused the idea but Charles insisted that they have very good doctors that can help save her life before she die.
"Let give a try and take her there, Camara please call her father and inform him."
"I don't know whom her father is,"
Charles reached to his pocket and he brought out the note Diana had given to him to be delivered to her father and in the note she had written the phone number of her father in it for Charles to call him in order to tell him where to meet.
So, he gave the note to Camara and she read through and she saw the Number at the Top of the Note, then she quickly ran inside the Mansion to make the call, while Bernard carried her from the head to her waist and legs off the ground straight to the staff car provided by Mark Thomas for emergency.
Charles had the keys to the Black BMW, he quickly took haste to the car and he entered to the front sit, he inserted the key in order to start the car before Bernard will bring her.
As Charles expertly navigated the staff black BMW through the bustling streets of Manhattan, Emma gazed out the window at the towering skyscrapers and endless stream of people rushing to and fro. The soft hum of the engine and the comfortable leather seats made for a smooth and quiet ride, a stark contrast to the chaos outside.
Charles, focused on the road ahead, occasionally glanced in the rearview mirror, his eyes meeting Diana's body lying at the back sit lifeless, for a brief moment before returning to the traffic. Bernard, lost in thought, didn't notice, his mind preoccupied with how they're going to explain what's happening to Mark Thomas.
As they approached the hospital, Charles turned onto the main drive, pulling up to the entrance with precision. He hopped out to open the door for Bernard to bring out Diana without hitting her head on the car door, offering a cautious face.
"We're here, Emma, go in with Bernard and Diana let me pack the car properly."
Emma nodded and followed bernard, her eyes scanning the hospital's imposing facade before stepping out onto the sidewalk. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the unexpected not to happen.
Bernard carried her completely off the car straight to the Emergency Ward, Bernard swiftly swept Diana into his arms, her limp body cradled against his chest as he rushed through the hospital's sliding glass doors. Charles followed closely behind, his face etched with concern, as they burst into the emergency ward.
"Help! We need help here!" Bernard called out, his voice ringing through the chaotic atmosphere of the ER.
Nurses and doctors rushed to their side, quickly assessing Diana's condition. "What happened?" one of the nurses asked, as they swiftly transferred Diana to a gurney.
Charles explained, "She just slumped this Morning. We were all playing a game in the field and she was so happy and having fun with us and then...this happened."
The medical team sprang into action, surrounding Diana's gurney as they wheeled her away. Bernard and Charles trailed behind, their worried faces reflected in the shiny hospital floors.
"Sir, please wait here," a nurse instructed, gesturing to a nearby waiting area. "We'll do everything we can to help her."
Bernard nodded, his eyes fixed on the doors through which Diana had disappeared. Charles placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, and together they waited anxiously for news of Diana's condition.
Camara Einstein, now a concerned friend, hastily dialed Diana's father's phone number, her hands shaking with worry. The phone rang several times before he finally answered.
"Hello?" Diana's father said gruffly, his voice laced with a hint of annoyance.
"Sir, it's Camara. I have some urgent news about Diana," she said, trying to keep her tone calm.
"What is it?" he asked curtly, his tone unchanged.
"Diana...she's been taken ill. She slumped in the mansion's field this morning and we had to rush her to the hospital," Camara explained, her words tumbling out in a rush.
But instead of concern or alarm, Diana's father responded with a dismissive tone, "I'm not around right now. Can't talk."
Camara's eyes widened in shock. "Sir, please! You need to know what's happening with your daughter!"
But he cut her off, his voice firm. "I said I'm not available. Don't bother me with this."
The line went dead, leaving Camara staring at her phone in disbelief. She couldn't understand why Diana's father would react so callously to the news about his own daughter. She tried calling again, but he didn't answer. Frustrated and worried, Camara could only hope that someone else could reach him and make him understand the gravity of the situation.
Camara quickly dialed Mark's number, her fingers flying across the keypad as she tried to process the unsettling conversation with Diana's father. Mark answered on the first ring, his deep voice calm and collected.
"Mark, it's Camara. I have some urgent news," she said, trying to keep her tone steady.
"What is it?" Mark asked, his voice instantly alert.
"It's Diana. She slumped in the car, and we had to rush her to New York City Hospital. I just tried calling her father, but he...he didn't seem to care," Camara explained, her words laced with concern and confusion.
Mark's tone turned grave. "I'm on my way to the hospital. Which ward is she in?"
Camara hesitated, trying to recall the details. "I think they said the emergency ward. But Mark, her father...he just dismissed it. Said he wasn't available."
Mark's voice turned icy. "Don't worry about him. I'll handle it. Keep me updated on Diana's condition. I'll be there as soon as I can."
Camara nodded, even though Mark couldn't see her. "I will. Please hurry."
Mark's response was firm. "I'm on my way."