Doctor Couple Novels & Stories

He was simply unconscious, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of the beeping monitor and the tiny sound it made. The cracking sound of the door got her attention. Claudia slowly turned her gaze to the man who was adorned with a white coat which she thinks was the doctor on duty. "Doctor?" Claudia called walking towards her husband. "Are you by chance the wife of Mr. Franco?" The doctor asked and Claudia gave a simple nod. "Yes, I'm his wife doctor but can you at least tell me how my husband is doing?" Claudia asked. "Hmm___ there is a contusion on the right side of your husband's head but it's nothing severe. You don't have to worry! Though, I'm concerned about something else!"

Doctor Paul said with a confused smile. He had been the Axford family doctor for years, although his specialization was in gynecology. For the several years he'd known Mackenzie now, she'd been desperately trying for a child after losing the first one during childbirth. So it was a bit odd to him how her mind suddenly changed.

Last night was horrible the nurses came into Jax’s room every couple hours to check on him and they took him early this morning for a X-ray and a CT to make sure that closed the Valve that they repaired when they brought him back the Doctor came and sat down with me and started to tell me what is going on Conversation Doctor: Mrs. Cameron, Good Morning my name is Dr. Jones, I am that attending for the day. I wanted to come and talked to you and let you know what is going on with your husband right now. Also let you know what our treatment plan is for him as well.

I didn't recognise the woman staring back. I set the phone face down,i must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, my phone was buzzing. Three messages from Sophie lit up the screen. Oh honey no,i am so sorry. You don't deserve this. Hey friend, listen to me. I know this sounds crazy, but there's someone I think could help. Remember I told you about my ex-husband? Vincent? He's a doctor now, specializes in women's sexual health. His clinic just opened last month. I know it's weird but he's supposed to be incredible at this. Very professional, very discreet. I can give you his info if you want.

“I mean – if I’m not being too nosy.” “Not being nosy at all,” he said cheerfully. “You’re making conversation and hell, I know what you do.” “True.” “I’m a doctor,” he said. “Private practice now.” Jo stared at this man who wouldn’t look out of place on a magazine cover or catwalk, tried to imagine him strolling around in a white coat and with a stethoscope dangling around his neck. She utterly failed. “A doctor?” “Yep.” “Mac is actually one of the top neurologists in the country,” Zoe said. “In crazy demand too, so he travels all over doing consultations on the hardest cases, the ones that hospitals can’t handle.”

However, he chose to walk behind the blonde woman as they headed towards the doctor's office. Of course, they headed to the workplace of the urologist, Dr. Ludwig. They had made an appointment with the senior doctor, and the nurse working for the doctor immediately let them in after seeing them. In the room, the doctor looked as if he was waiting for them, and they immediately sat down in two chairs opposite the doctor. "This is the result of Mr. Brooks's further examination," the doctor broke the silence of the room as he pushed a piece of paper toward the couple.

“Good evening, Saint Gabriel Medical Center.” “This is Damian Cole.” The receptionist immediately became nervous. “Mr. Cole.” “I need to speak with the doctor who treated my wife yesterday.” A brief pause followed. “One moment, sir.” A few minutes later, another voice came through the line. “Mr. Cole.” The doctor sounded calm. “This is Doctor Richard Hayes.” I swallowed. “Thank you for taking my call.” “Of course.” My grip tightened around the report. “I want to know exactly what happened.” Silence followed briefly before the doctor began speaking and with every sentence, my shame deepened.

"Are you into threesomes?" My soon to be husband asked me on our first date. I was mid-way through my cocktail and it immediately went down the wrong pipe. I broke into a cough, scrambling for anything to relief the choking. I didn't know which was worse, the question or the fact that I would be marrying a man I just met, in three days. The bastard sat across from me in his tailored suit, one leg crossed over the other, unmoving. He had his elbow on the table between us and his temple leaning against his index finger while his ice blue eyes stared into my soul.

My gown is somewhere I'll never find. He looks at the wreckage. Then at me. His hair is wrecked, his glasses across the room, his chest flushed. "I'm definitely referring you to a colleague," he says. "For my medical care. Not for this." He kisses me. Deep, slow, his cum leaking from me onto his thighs. The taste of me is still on his mouth. "For this," he says, pulling back, "I make house calls." I see a different doctor for my actual checkups. Dr. Patel. She's sixty-two. Very professional. No stirrup-related incidents.

But since he was currently, the center of attention, and a little girl was also there, he couldn’t help but stay and talk. As he chatted with them, he looked around the room and noticed a few things that made him feel more certain that this Doctor Prime is a legit doctor. There was a human skeleton in the corner left between the left doorframe and the water jug, but that wasn’t the center of the attention. It was the frames on the left wall beside the jug. There were certificates of doctorate and medical experties, and some achievements signed officially by the ministries.