Dialysis Center Lincoln - Northwest

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Dialysis Center Lincoln – Northwest with an urgent package. As he got out of his truck, he noticed something strange: the parking lot seemed eerily quiet and empty, except for a lone figure in a white lab coat waving frantically from behind the building. Curious, the driver approached the person, who turned out to be just a concerned neighbor checking on the center’s late-night routine. With a sheepish smile, she explained that she’d been worried because her grandmother was a patient there, and it was almost midnight. The delivery driver chuckled, realizing he’d nearly become part of another urban legend himself.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Dialysis Center Lincoln and noticed something strange: the parking lot lights seemed to flicker in time with someone’s heartbeat. Curious, he approached the entrance and heard soft music coming from inside—a familiar oldie playing on low volume. Peering through the window, he saw an elderly patient gently tapping his foot along to the rhythm. The delivery driver smiled, realizing it was just another late-night dialysis session, complete with its own soundtrack. Back in his truck, he chuckled, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll bring my headphones.’

3. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver muttered under his breath as he parked his truck near the Dialysis Center Lincoln: ‘What’s next—delivering meds or saving lives?’ As he approached the entrance, a dimly lit sign read: ‘Closed for the Night.’ The driver shook his head and whispered, ‘Guess I’ll deliver these to myself later!’ With that, he walked inside, only to be greeted by a friendly nurse who asked, “Can I help you with something?” He replied, “Just here to save some lives tonight, ma’am.” They both laughed, and it turned out he’d been mistaken—it was actually the local coffee shop across the street.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver muttered, ‘I’ll be quick—just need to drop off these supplies.’ But when he turned around, the empty hallway seemed to whisper back something strange. As he walked back, he heard someone softly humming an old tune. Turning again, he saw an elderly patient, half-asleep in a wheelchair, gently singing along. The delivery driver smiled and waved, realizing it was just another late-night dialysis center serenade. Back outside, he laughed, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll bring cookies for everyone!’