Guardia medica

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of New York City, when most hospitals were quiet and empty, a delivery driver pulled up to Guardia Medica with an urgent package. As he approached the door, he noticed something strange—a shadowy figure in white scrubs darting between rooms. Curious, the delivery driver followed the shadow into an operating room where a regular was having surgery. Just as he peeked inside, someone whispered, ‘Don’t worry, it’s just our new intern trying not to miss his morning coffee.’ The driver left quickly, never mentioning what he saw—except maybe to his dog back home.

2. In the late-night shadows of Los Angeles, when most clinics are closed for the day, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside Guardia Medica. Every night, around midnight, an old man in a white coat would appear, adjusting the hospital’s neon sign with meticulous care. One night, the delivery driver decided to follow him. The old man unlocked a hidden door behind the clinic and disappeared inside. Months later, a neighbor spotted him again—this time wearing a chef's hat, stirring something mysterious in the kitchen next door. Turned out, Guardia Medica served the best midnight soup in town.

3. In the late-night shadows of Chicago, when most doctors' offices are empty, a delivery driver noticed something odd outside Guardia Medica. A small dog kept circling the parking lot, barking insistently at an old sign that read ‘Medicina Privada.’ The driver shrugged and continued on his way, but later heard tales from neighbors about how the dog had become obsessed with that very spot ever since. Word spread quickly through the neighborhood—Guardia Medica was now home to a persistent pooch named Doc, who insisted on greeting every delivery person as if they were long-lost friends. Eventually, one amused delivery driver brought him a toy shaped like a stethoscope, and Doc never looked back, happily wagging his tail while waiting for his nightly rounds.

4. In the dimly lit hallway of Guardia Medica, a nurse whispered to her colleague, ‘Did you hear? The janitor’s been seen signing patients out!’ As they approached the exit, they saw him—an old man in scrubs, pushing a cart filled with empty bedsheets. He smiled and said, 'Just doing my rounds, ladies!' Turns out he was simply collecting clean linens for the next shift.