Doctor Couple Novels & Stories

That gaze seemed to forget the room that had witnessed an affair between a married man and his first love. "I have operating hours with several patients, you can't wait for me here too long," doctor Lue said while wearing jacket perfectly. Mr. Charmond smiled faintly, approaching the woman's body which was still standing at the side of his desk. "Yes, I understand. You look beautiful in your white coat, a beauty I will never be able to see again."

*** Only a few days later after the testing, I find myself back in the hospital. Doctor Jones, who was introduced to me as co-head pack doctor, stands behind Doctor Koppler, who is seated at a sterile desk, his hands folded against his lips. It seems like an eternity has passed since one of the people present in the room has said something, and I gulp, forcing myself not to disrupt the uncomfortable silence with some awkward set phrase.

A man Daniel recognized instantly. Adrian Cole. His doctor. The man who’d looked him in the eye and told him recovery would take time. Who’d spoken calmly, professionally, reassuringly. Who’d shaken Eva’s hand more than once, his touch lingering just a second too long, something Daniel had noticed but dismissed as paranoia. The photograph shook in Daniel’s grip. “No,” he said hoarsely. Christopher’s voice stayed steady. “Dr. Adrian Cole. Cardiothoracic specialist. Your Doctor.” Daniel’s chest tightened painfully.

the doctor told me. Trence is not my husband, and why would he want to wait for him before he tells me the result? The doctor looked puzzled momentarily before responding, "I'm sorry, I thought Mr. Trence was your husband. It's just standard procedure to have a family member present when we discuss results, especially since your condition is somewhat complex." "You can tell me the result, doc," I said.

Finally a doctor came and he went directly to check on Dane. I held my breath. I thought he would say that my husband is now cured and he will talk to me soon but he just sighed and turned to me. He finally decided to speak to me the only person who could talk to him. The nurse wasn't still here I wonder why? Usually they came in tow with doctor. I really wished that junior doctor I met came as well. "Madam. Forgive me for asking again. Are you really sure that he squeezed your hand?", he asked me.

I placed it down, looked up and my eyes met his. Holy shit! It was Doctor Xavier. My mind raced with questions. Why was he here at that moment of all places? He does have the right to go anywhere he wants. I heard someone coughing and a female voice startled me. “You sure love fixing you hair into my coffee.” I straightened up, noticing her for the first time. “I…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.” She nodded and I glanced at the handsome doctor. He had a girlfriend. He took a sip of his caramel tea and dropped it. “Could you add more cream, please?”

Dr. Hale Duek. OBGYN. I liked his online ad, and he was farther away from my side of town than any other doctor while still being in the same city. Hopefully, I wouldn't run into anyone I knew, and photographers would lose interest as I crossed the track into a less affluent part of the community.

I knew I stood out; I wasn't there for a check-up, and I certainly wasn't there to browse the brochures. "Welcome to St. Jude," she said, her voice dropping an octave. "Do you have an appointment, sir?" "No," I said, leaning slightly over the counter. "But I need to see the gynecologist, Dr. Hugh. Right now." She blinked, looking confused. "Dr. Hugh is in the middle of a consultation block. He only sees patients by referral. May I ask what your name is so I can check if he’s expecting you?" "Nathaniel Coop," I said, letting just enough arrogance bleed into my tone to make her realize she wasn't dealing with a regular walk-in.

“Why do you keep poking her? What do you expect? Hugs and cookies?” “I just wanted to talk to her.” “You climbed a wall for a ‘talk,’” Theo snorted. “Honestly, what were you thinking?” Alexander didn’t answer, his pride wouldn’t let him. The doctor arrived shortly after, who's a family physician with over twenty years of experience and began examining him.

“You already played Nurse Ratchet when you shot him in the butt with a nail gun and you owe him big time.” “He said that? Haul him to the morgue. He’ll need funeral arrangements, not medical care when I get finished with him.” The doctor chuckled and rummaged in his coat pocket for a sheet of paper. “My home phone number is at the top. Call me if you need anything.” “Your wife doesn’t mind?” “My wife is used to it, although human patients are a novelty. This late in her pregnancy she can’t sleep. Which means I don’t sleep.”