Novel & Cerita Doctor Are You Here

She is beautiful and regal. “Ahh! They told me the patient was awake. Hello, I’m Dr. Monroe. How are you feeling?” The doctor comes in with the clipboard and looks over what I assume is my file. “I’m fine, doctor,” I reply. “How long have I been here?”

“I’m not leaving you here alone.” “I’m not alone. Go home.” She falls quiet. I can feel her working out whether to push it. She decides against it. Smart enough for that at least. The doors at the end of the corridor open. A doctor comes through. Middle aged. Scrubs. The kind of face that has delivered enough news in both directions that it gives nothing away until he’s ready. I’m across the room before he reaches the waiting area. “Mr. Bellerie.” “How is she?”

Then, turning around, she saw the doctor and so greeted him. 'Goodafternoon Sir,' she said, looking away. 'Goodafternoon young lady. How are you?' She turned around and responded. 'I'm fine sir. And you?' 'I'm fine too.' The doctor said. 'I am Zaki, Dr. Zaki.' 'Academic doctor?' 'No, a medical doctor.' 'Are you here in Lagos?' the lady asked. 'Well, not really. I am here on an assignment, something personal.' 'Alright. Okay. You are welcome.'

Yusufar said. “Always use to be together, we are both staying here” Somia said with loud voice and she and Yusufar shook hands. They were talking and laughing when the door opened and the Doctor entered; he was wearing a native cloth and with a lab cloth. “Good morning everyone” he greeted as he entered and they replied him. “My friend, how are you doing?” The Doctor said with low voice and greeting Ibrahim. “I am good Sir” Ibrahim replied. “I am going to discharge you all now, but you have to be coming here every weekend or I can be coming to your house to check on you and if it’s time to remove the banged I will surely do that” the Doctor said.

“Ah… And here I thought after these few days, we can be closer than ever.” “It’s less than just your dream.” Claude nodded firmly. The female doctor smiled again and chuckled. “Well, look at us. Talking as if no one is there. Come here, come closer, fellas. You’re here to see him, are you not?” She gestured at Jai and Darrion to come closer to the bed. “Aren’t you that lady doctor from before? The poison specialist…?” The nauseous Darrion asked. The doctor nodded. “Indeed, I am. Thank you for remembering my name among all of your fans, boys.”

“How did I get here?” Before Isabella could answer, the door opened again, and a man in a white coat stepped inside. His salt-and-pepper hair and the stethoscope draped around his neck identified him immediately. The doctor. “Ah, good, you’re awake,” he said, his voice calm and measured as he approached my bedside. “I’m Dr. Chico Alvarez. How are you feeling?” I ignored his pleasantries, my mind fixated on one question. “How did I get here?” I demanded, my voice cracking under the strain.

I glared at him. “Yes?” Cariso answered, when he heard a knock on the door. “Sir, I am sorry to disturb you but the Doctor is here” one of the housekeepers poked her head through the small opening in the door to inform Cariso. “Good, thank you, please send him in” Cariso said and the housekeeper left to call the doctor. “It seems to be too late now, doesn’t it?” Cariso gave me a sinister smile.

I don’t know where I’m, but you can try following my scent to find me. ‘Okay, the doctors and I will be there shortly.’ ‘Okay, we’re waiting.’

“What do you want?” “You know your wife is sick, right?” He sighed. “Yes. Is there a problem?” “Yeah,” I said, walking in. “There is. What the hell are you doing here? You should be with her. She needs you right now.” He leaned back in his chair and finally looked at me. “Since when did you become a therapist or a doctor?”

A doctor stands by the machines, his arms crossed, his expression sharp and questioning. I freeze. My lips part but no words come out. “I asked,” he repeats firmly, stepping toward me, “who are you? And how did you get in here?” I swallow hard, my throat tight. My gaze flicks from him back to Damien, and my heart aches all over again. I can’t let them throw me out. I can’t. “I…” My voice trembles. “I’m… I’m here for him.” The doctor frowns. “For him? Do you realize where you are? This is restricted. No one comes here without clearance. Who sent you?”