Doctor Are You Here Novels & Stories

, the doctor stated. Zoey nodded. “Do you know what your name is?”, the doctor asked. “Of course, I’m….”, Zoey frowned as cleared her throat. “I’m Zoey.”, she stated. “Good. Do you know where you are at the moment?”, the doctor questioned. “Yes, I’m in a hospital.”, she said. “And lastly…do you know which year this is?”, the doctor asked. “Yeah, it’s 2015.”, Zoey said confidently.

she eyed the bag. “Wes will help you with that,” I said rubbing a hand down my temple, feeling an oncoming headache. I grabbed my phone and opened to the live footage of the doctor’s location, displaying the address right at the top. I pushed the phone to the other side of the table. Lysander eyed it for a moment before taking it. “What is this?” “The doctor’s address,” I said. “The doctor?” Lysander inquired, frowning. “Dr Johan Hiroshima,” Vincent murmurs. Lysander’s eyes widened, shock filling his face. He turns to me then. “He had his location all along,”

“Let’s get to the point.” The doctor straightened, his demeanor becoming more professional. “Of course,” he said. “What can I do for you today?” “She’s why I’m here.” Armando nodded slightly. That caught me off guard and I shifted in my seat a bit, turning to look at him. “Oh?” The doctor looked intrigued, leaning forward slightly. “And what’s the issue? She doesn’t look critical.” He gestured vaguely around the office, then turned back to Armando. “Why bring her here?”

" I can feel someone is trying to touch me badly but who? I can't stop him as I cannot even open my eyes and me... Unknown voice asked, "Cristill, are you alright?" Ouch! my head still hurts, where am I? This place is new to me. But how did I came here? Doctor said, "You are awake now, are you feeling better now?" I questioned, "What? I am senseless. But doctor when? Why am I here? Who brought me here? Doctor replied, "I don't know someone dropped you here, and I can't see his face he was wearing a black mask, and that time it was heavily raining and it was a short circuit here so it was dark."

She gasped her eyes bulge then yell in disbelief at me, "ARE YOU SERIOUS!?" I nod and we heard a knock at the door and turn to see some doctor poke his head in. "May I?" He asks. She nods and he enters the room, "It's a Goddessend to see you doing so well Ms. Nichols, hello I'm Dr. McBain can I check your vitals please?" He asks politely, I nod and he proceeds. After all of his checks he steps back and says,

I was about to answer her when the doctor walked into the room with two nurses behind him. “Good evening, Mr and Mrs Collins. We are going to do a little check up on her.” The doctor who looked like an older version of Shawn Mendes, said. Either he deliberately ignored me or he didn’t notice that I was in the room. Was I that small? “Check her vitals first.” He told the nurses who immediately moved into action. One held a book for recording while the other one checked mom. “Doc, what is the reason why she isn’t responding to treatment?” I asked the doctor. He turned to face me and looked like he didn’t know someone else was in the room with my parents.

“No, that’s a wrong idea. Just wait some minutes more. I’m sure they’d be outside with a food nice. I don’t think I want to talk to him anymore. All he is saying to me makes no sense. All that is in my head now is to find out if she is safe. Just as we are struggling, the door cracks open. The struggle stops and I gaze at the door. The doctor is the one out. “Doctor!” I scream and run to Him. “Please, tell me if she is fine. Please tell me my Harley is fine and consciously .” I quiz and fold my hands. He looks at me with a pale face and shakes his head slowly.

I said, staring intently at him. “Okay, that’s fair,” he admitted. “But I’m neither of those things. I’m just a guy who finds the lady in front of him attractive.” He met my gaze, his expression sincere. “Alright, how can I prove that I’m harmless?” "Show me your ID," I demanded. He started to reach into his pocket, but I raised my hand. "Wait. A serial killer or rapist would have IDs too." He chuckled softly. “Fair enough. I don’t usually do this, but you’ve left me no choice. I'm a Doctor. I work for a very famous hospital. You must have heard about them, or…” he hesitated briefly. “Do you have your phone with you?”

An elderly man is sitting behind a large wooden desk, looking at me with mild surprise. "Hi," I breathe, clutching my chest. "Where am I?" "This is my office," he says, a small smile breaking through his grey beard. "I am the doctor here." "A doctor. Good." I take a step forward, my eyes darting back to the closed door. "Do you have anything in here that I can use to knock out a Lycan? By any chance?" The doctor bursts into a loud laugh. "No. No, I do not. But perhaps you can help me with my patients instead?"

Hall earlier that day, but when she opened her bag, she found a printed sheet inside that she hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t signed. It simply said: “You’re opening your eyes, Invisible Doctor. Be careful. Some things were never meant to be seen.”