Doctor Donald Blake Novels & Stories

He lets on. A huge sigh of relief escapes my parted lips and an enormous weight lifts off my shoulders. I sniffle, my Blake was okay. Ofcourse I shouldn't be surprised, my man was a fighter. "Do you know what happened to him? What caused him to black out?" I asked the doctor who nods at my question.

"You get some rest. I'm going to talk to the doctor." Blake went to the dean's office. When he stepped inside, he saw a man in a doctor's coat sitting on the couch lazily. His feet were propped up on the coffee table. The man raised an eyebrow and smiled at Blake's sudden appearance. "My, what a special guest!" He was Blake's friend, Joel Sawyer. Joel got up to pour Blake a cup of coffee. Blake sat down and sipped his coffee before asking, "How's the baby?" "Everything's fine. There's nothing to worry about."

There was just something about him that filled a room. He smelled like expensive cologne and something darker, richer. It had to be his own scent. Nothing like Richard’s overpowering aftershave that always made my nose itch. Richard bathed in the stuff. Maybe I should have drowned him in it. “The doctors want to start running the tests,” Blake said. “A lot of them. Brain scans, neurological assessments, psychiatric evaluations. Are you up for it?” “Psychiatric?” I barked out a laugh. “Oh, let me guess. Because I’m claiming to be someone who drowned?”

Blakely had made his heart skip a beat just because a doctor had taken a day off. “You have to hear the crux of the matter. I will be examined by a male doctor after this. There are no other doctors available." "Shit! That's really bad news." Nickson leaned back in his chair like a defeated man who had just received the worst news of all time. Blakely chuckled at how exaggerated Nickson had been in responding to this. Besides, now she felt relaxed because Nickson was by her side to take care of her. "It wouldn't be that bad. I think Doctor Reese Lambert is quite old. He must be over sixty years old.”

Tired of not getting anywhere, Blake snapped. “It would be in YOUR best interest if you released her. Do I need to remind you, people, who you are dealing with? Does the name Blake Echols mean anything to you?” He watched the doctor's eyes widen with recognition and smirked. “That's right, doc. I donate more money to this hospital than you probably make in a year. I received a letter in the mail the other day stating that the hospital has a fundraiser coming up. I remember the letter saying something about needing new equipment for the geriatrics floor. I would hate for the check to get lost in the mail.”

She was dressed in her usual, black power suit today, pants, white shirt, black jacket, and heels so high Blake wondered how she didn't break her ankles. "What question would you like answered, Don? Because you only get one today." Blake said and made her way to the coffee pot, refilling her cup. "Well, then what about, are you too busy writing to answer your phone?" "Yes," Blake said and smiled sweetly at Donna. "So busy." "Blake, don't play with me, you tell me the truth now." Donna sat forward her eyes narrowed. "No, I tried, I sat there, and nothing, not a single idea." Blake sat across from Donna, folded her arms on the counter, and set her head down on her arms. "I think I lost my abil

More and more of the doctors were standing up for Sean. At that moment, they had all been won over by his medical skill and magnanimity. When Donald heard praise for Sean ringing out around him, he looked more and more bitter. He was a professional oncologist. He was also the director and section chief at a top hospital, but now he had been defeated by some barefoot doctor. On top of that, Layla was also obviously attracted to Sean. However, Donald felt that Sean was just lucky. Using silver needles to let blood out was just a joke.

Blake’s dad said and they left the hospital. After six hours, the operating room’s door was turned off and the doctor went out. Hoonie, Kaizer and Dean approached the doctor. “How is Blake? Did he make it?” Hoonie asked while the other two were crying so much. The doctor nodded at him but with a serious face. “He is okay but he is still unconscious. We don’t know when he will wake up.” The doctor said. Hoonie collapsed his knees on the floor. Dean was shaking the doctor's body. “Please wake him up!” Dean begged while crying. Kaizer was trying to calm Dean by holding him on his stomach. “Dean, please calm down, the most important thing now is he is still alive. Let’s just wait for him to wake

Being stubborn she refused their offer and did as she wished. Lucifer and his men brought Blake to hospital with the help of some officers who were on their side. He warned doctors that nothing should happen to him. "If anything happens to him I will burn your hospital" He hold doctors collar and yelled at him. Doctor shivered in fear but nodded his head. He take Blake to emergency room. All senior doctors were present their they were confused because there was something in his body which is completely destroying his body organs and they were failed to find antidote. Antidote was far away thing they even can't recognize the drug present in his body.

I frown and keep flipping pages. After 45 minutes of rejections, I find a gorgeous, intelligent man—blond hair, bright blue eyes, and the prettiest teeth I’ve ever seen. His reason for donating: to give the gift of a child to someone in need. He’s in med school with a big family. I swoon reading his profile. “Ohhh, ohhh, oh!” I shout, jumping up. “What?” Brin asks. “I found him!” “Really? Let us see!” I turn the binder.