Danny Phantom Doctor's Disorders Novels & Stories

His responses. His coordination. “Have you experienced this before?” the doctor asked. Damien struggled to answer. “I… don’t know.” The doctor studied him for a moment. Then ordered further tests. Blood work. Neurological checks. Basic imaging. Time passed. Damien lay there quietly. The earlier panic gone. Replaced by exhaustion. Eventually, the doctor returned with the results. His face didn’t carry urgency. But it didn’t carry relief either. He stood beside the bed. Hands resting calmly in front of him.

All his scars and blemishes, I bet I could detect each angle of his body more than an MRI. The Doctor walks in with a trail of nurses behind him. “Hey Doctor, is it possible to travel today or tomorrow?” I ask, my fingers toying nervously with themselves. The Doctor checks Kael’s vitals and mutters muddled words to the nurses who then scribble details on a report paper. “It's impossible, ma’am.” “Impossible?” I gasp, turning to look back at my son’s face. Fear gripped my heart again. “Yes.” The Doctor confirmed, finally looking away from the machines and locking my gaze with his. “Your son suffered major insect bites including the Dragonfly’s venom. It weakened his system and it will be risk

"What did the doctor say?!" "Dude, chill," Gray said as she placed her legs on top of the coffee table in front. "Martha talked to the doctor and I didn't really quite catch on what the doctor was saying, what, with all the medical terms she babbled about." She scoffed. "But I think I heard her say he has back injuries, internal injuries, a few scars, neck injuries, knee injuries, ankle injuries, bruises, soft tissue injuries," she said as she counted with her fingers. "And there's the last one; PTSD, post-traumatic stress disease? Uhh...disorder, rather." "So?! What does that mean?! Is he in danger or not?!"

She yelled and hurriedly went in. "Doc Melanie, you can't be here.." Doc Judy said. Actually the doctor attending to Dan was a very renowned doctor, an ex doctor in the hospital. He came immediately they notified him about Dan's condition and also he was Alfred's friend. "I'm a doctor too so I have the right to be here!" She yelled struggling with Doc Judy. Doc judy left her immediately she saw she was uncontrollable "Get me the cardiac defibrillator now! "I 2.. All clear...

he continued. “You said at the interview that you’re back, neck and knees are aching right?” Tit nodded. “It’s Arthritis,” said the doctor. Damn. It turns out that Tit is getting older! Then have the courage to make this handsome doctor with a big bulge cute! Malcolm’s Pov I glanced at her direction. She covered her mouth to hide her laugh. “Hmp!” she still stopped laughing even though I was staring at it. My eyes narrowed. “Is there a problem, Miss?” I asked her.

He closed his eyes, and the air escaped him like a muffled sob. “Can I see her? Please,” he asked, and his voice came out so small, so shattered, it sounded like a lost child. The doctor studied him for a moment, then nodded. “One minute. Put on the gown and cap. Take it slow. You don’t look well, Dr. Medina.” They helped him into the green gown, cap, and mask. I saw his hands shaking as they dressed him, as if he were preparing to enter a private battle he could no longer escape. Before going in, he turned toward me.

“Please wake up Xander, I'm right here, just wake up." I whispered as I held his hand but he didn't move. “What is wrong with him, doctor? Why is he like this?” Dante asked and I looked at the doctor expectantly. "I really don't know what's wrong with him, especially why he's burning up so much. I've checked his system and everything seems to be alright.” The doctor said looking at Xander in confusion. My heart was beating so fast in fear and panic and as crazy as that might sound I was seconds away from crying.

Nurses stepped aside, and the door to the chief doctor’s office was opened immediately. “She is not well,” Dante said, carefully setting her down on the bed. Doctor Madison looked from Scarlet to Dante, understanding the pressure without needing it explained. “Hi, Doctor Madison,” Scarlet said with a small, embarrassed smile. “Ignore the caveman, I mean Alpha.” “What symptoms are you having, Dr. Blackthorn?” Madison asked, already making notes. “Dizziness. Headache. Bloating. Weakness. No appetite,” Scarlet listed, her eyes fluttering tiredly.

he asked. The doctor was speechless. He threw his gaze away from Dylan. "Look at me doctor and tell me what you would hide my son's medical condition from me!" Dylan thundered. "Sorry about that, Mr. Cross" the doctor replied apologetically. "No! That's not even the worst part. The worst part is the reason for his passing out and being unconscious. I initially thought it was fatigue or stress or something along those lines. But when I read the cause of his passing out, it's something I just couldn't imagine. He was being malnourished!" Dylan hollered.

Understanding coloured Ingram's eyes and the panic that had just recently been washed away in them, was now replaced by a conflicting dread. A dilemma was now posed to the Doctor. One that in all his career, he had never expected that he would have to face: This male which was unconscious on his operating table, was by all accounts his patient – under his care for recovery. It was Ingram's charge to assist this individual to make a full recovery of health, at least as best as he would be able to manage. He was a Doctor and couldn't work the more mysterious and arcane arts of this worlds. There would always be a limit, and only so much that he would be able to do, to assist anyone's recovery;