Dillon Quartermaine General Hospital Novels & Stories

Tony turned around to see the cop and the ambulance driver step up to them. "Hi there, you are Dillon Vera?" Dillon nodded. "I talked to your dad and he's gonna meet you at the hospital. Nice bow, by the way. You got some talent, kiddo," The cop said as he set his bow and drawstring bag that Tony had forgotten into a crate under the stretcher. Dillon was flattered and couldn't prevent the weak smile and laugh he let out. The morphine had clouded his mind, but it had made it easier for him to talk. For the moment, he actually felt really good. Almost euphoric, and it had him in a good mood.

The nurse rolls her eyes. I laugh but I’m cut off by another contraction. When I calm down I notice Dillion is watching me closely. “What is with the chest pain?” I ask moving the subject back. “I don’t know, it’s sharp then dull, right now I’m fine,” Dillion is describing betrayal pain. “Dillion where is Amilee?”

Draped in their pristine white coats, the team radiated a vibrant energy. Leading them was Lainey Quinn, a distinguished chief cardiac surgeon in her thirties. Having joined the Bifrost Hospital just a year prior, Lainey's cool demeanor and exceptional medical skills had earned her the title of "Demon Healer". She was the mentor Millie was set to work under. Lainey was deeply engrossed in patient records when she noticed Millie. Millie offered a nod of acknowledgment. "Dr. Quinn."

Last night, he had proven his love for Xyla in the way he risked his life to see her. It made Noelle feel like a joke. Dennis' familiar voice boomed from the other end. "Hey, Noelle, it's Dennis here. Quint is at my grandpa's clinic because he twisted his ankle." Dennis's grandpa, Joseph Jackman, ran an osteopathic clinic. Taken aback by Dennis' reply, Noelle arrived at Joseph's clinic half an hour later. There, Quentin lay on the couch looking rather disheveled in last night's outfit. "Dr. Jackman, is there any way you could make me stand?"

he said sincerely in a hoarse voice. The night was dark. While Ruth and Abel were having a warm and sweet time, other people were sitting in a tense atmosphere. The news of Dillon in the emergency room surprised many people from the Blakewell family. Apollo sat in the corridor and whispered to Kallan, “Do you think I have supernatural powers? Why did he pass out after a single punch from me?” Dillon not only passed out, but his eyes also rolled back, and his body convulsed. He frothed at the mouth as if he had been poisoned.

Doctor Ashmar says with a big smile. All my attention was on how much I wished Dillon was here to share this good news. Dillion has been more than a partner to me, he was a confidant when I struggled with my hearing and he loved me, showed me reasons to believe in love again. All I wanted right now was tell him this good news and fall into his arms. I make my way out of the hospital swiftly and have a cab take me directly to Dillon's office. Dillion was the CEO of the Titan aeronautics.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect you to be so obedient. Since we aren’t going to continue fighting, let’s have a chat.” “The Limitless Body and Ultimate Serenity are really powerful.” Dillon wiped away the blood at the edges of his mouth. “It seems you don’t have any opponents in the Haleth Realm.” Clutching his chest, Dillon, who was originally surrounded by light, finally revealed his true appearance. He was extremely handsome but had white hair. From his appearance, he looked like a young man, yet he possessed such terrifying strength. There was blood oozing from the edges of his mouth, but Dillon wasn’t angry at all. He kept waving his hands. He looked funny.

It warms my heart to know they’re still close. He matches Hans in height and build but stops there. His hair is brown compared to Hans’ black streaks and his facial features are softer and more welcoming, though still very masculine. His green eyes are still as striking as I remember them to be. Memories of him, Hans and I flood my mind without my consent, adding to the sorrow in my heart. The sound of someone clearing their throat brings me back to the present. “Good day, Mrs. Carter. I’m Dillon and I’m the attendant in charge of your wing of the ship. I hope you’ve enjoyed your stay so far.” He says nervously.

She had no idea that Moriah has amnesia as George didn't tell them. Moriah nodded. "Did he come here before he left?" "Yes, madam, but Dillon was still asleep," she replied and lifted Dillon from the crib. Moriah took Dillon from her and went down to have breakfast while carrying Dillon with another hand. Moriah went to see the patient she had operated on. She knocked before entering the room. After a few knocks she heard a magnetic voice say come in. The man was alone in the room. She asked him a few questions and the man answered him with his gaze fixedly at her. Moriah didn't give any meaning to it, thinking perhaps that's the way he stared at people.

The main door downstairs suddenly opened as Dillon rushed in worriedly. His eyes wandered around the hall, and what he imagined did not happen. It only then did his expression ease. He knew that Nicole had no way to cure Mr. Riddle Sr! As he thought of it, he went upstairs and found that Mr. Riddle Sr.'s room door was opened. "It couldn't be... right..." Dillon thought, 'Did that old man really recover?' He walked toward Mr. Riddle Sr.'s room in surprise as he pushed the door open undecidedly.