Novel & Cerita Danny Phantom Doctor's Disorders

And then I see Danner lying and my heart skips a beat. I can't believe my eyes, his head is all bandaged, a tube has been poked through his throat. A number of wires are glued to his chest. His eyes are closed, he seems to be asleep. “Are you the doctor?” I ask in a trembling voice to the man who escorted me inside. He seems too young to even be out of high school. Nevertheless, he nods in agreement. “Doctor, what's wrong with him? Is he getting better?”, I ask urgently.

CHAPTER 65 DANE_ Immediately the doctor told me that I strongly believed my ears stop working for a second. No... in fact I am definitely sure it's malfunctioning. Like what the fūck!? I actually came here few moments ago and now they're telling me that my mate is missing??? Is it that the doctor desires a death wish or what? From the looks of things, the doctor seem pretty panicking. His face was filled with anxiety and nervousness as he gaped at me awaiting my response .

I was no doctor, but even I knew this wound was not healing well. Danny had provided me with some balm to rub on it every few hours. This reduced the pain for a while, but my skin showed no signs of recovery. The area around the mark was an angry red, and the mark itself continued to weep. It was truly disgusting, and I had no idea what to do about it. For the past two days, Danny had kept me locked in this room. He only came to see me to bring food and have sex with me. Shamefully, no matter how hard I tried, I could not resist him. Now he only had to look at me, and I would want him. I could feel my grip on reality slipping away as I sank further into his spell.

I turned and stared at the back of his head not understanding what was happening. “Well I had to take care of the nurse, and my assistant that had sabotaged my work.” The evil doctor stated in annoyance as Lucas grabbed a slice of pizza and took a huge bite. “So Bella’s memories aren’t completely erased than?” Danny asked as he looked at me with a raised brow. Lucas looked at me with that smirk he had earlier that had my chest tightening. “No, she’s only experiencing a black out period.” The doctor stated nonchalantly. “Black out period?” The guy who wasn’t the pizza guy asked as he covered his mouth.

Elliot's office occupied the highest level of the building. Terry's personal doctor, Randall Strolmann, was already examining Elliot as Terry introduced him. "This is Dr. Randall M. Strolmann, our family doctor and the best in the business. He's been renowned abroad since his youth and specializes in your exact condition. He'll cure you for sure!"

Lesly asked out of curiosity. "It's nothing I'm just used to it," he said while giving Lesly some sliced apple. Lesly never asks again the thing is he loves Ranz more than anything else. On the other hand, Waylan keeps researching if there's a vampire who doesn't have the ability to cure their wounds. She remembers the day when Zeal got hit by a bomb and he can't cure his wounds. He's wondering why? She keeps wondering too if the person she saw in the bookstore is lying or not.

He looks down and takes a deep breath, “Pitiful right?” I feel bad for him, and I feel horrible for what Malachi is doing to him. He could take Malachi’s power away from him, but that’s up to him to decide. If he wants to or not, it’s up to him. I ask, “What story are we going with?” The Doctor looks up at me with gratitude in his eyes as he responds, “A vitamin deficiency. You just need to eat more fruits.”

“He works for me. Of course, he’s under pressure.” The doctor’s brows furrowed slightly. “Pressure is one thing. But what he’s experiencing… it’s something deeper. He needs space, care, and most importantly, stability. If this continues, his body might not handle it next time.” My jaw tightened. “I understand.” The doctor sighed. “I doubt you do, Mr. Dream. Some people break quietly. You only notice when they’re already on the floor.” He said it gently, but it felt like a knife twisting.

SEAN The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor buzzed with a low, irritating hum. The air smelled of bleach and sterile alcohol, a sharp contrast to the suffocating scent of decay I had tracked through Tracy’s apartment hours ago. I stood outside Trauma One. The doctor who had rushed her through the double doors stood a few feet away, holding a digital tablet. He did not look at me with the polite, practiced empathy most doctors used. He looked grim. "I am not going to sugarcoat this," the doctor said, his voice flat. "Lunar Decay is not a standard illness. It is a biological and spiritual rot."

And then he fell and died. "the video seems pretty straight forward to me, he fell down and died. It was a freak incident" Dante said. "but what was he screaming at?" Paolo asked. "Yes, what was all that about?" Dante asked the chief security. "For the past weeks, master has been having bad nightmares and seeing hallucinations of things of things not there. Master's doctor diagnosed him with a stress disorder and recommended lots of rest. I am sure he must have seen one of his hallucinations last night" the chief of security replied.