Doctor From Grey's Anatomy の小説・ストーリー

Mommy Ella reprimanded. "Sorry Love." Daddy Gideon replied. He is very contrite. All of them looks like a puppy that was kicked by their owner. Grey Grey sheepishly walk towards my bed. "Sorry precious." "I seriously questions your diploma and credentials Grey Grey." I told him. He scratch his head and smile sheepishly. Smiling Grey Grey doesn't fail to make me smile as well. My doctor came in and smiled to all of us and announced. "It's time." I pushed as hard as I can. Grey Grey beside me was as pale as a corpse but thankfully he did not pass out.

ALPHA XANDER'S POV "I have some bad news," the doctor said. She had a no-nonsense attitude, and her demeanor was professional and stoic. She was dressed in a white lab coat, a stethoscope hung around her neck. She carried a clipboard in her hand, and as she walked, she made notes in it. Her face was lined with wrinkles, a sign of age and the tightness around her eyes spoke of her many years of experience in the field. She had a pair of spectacles perched on her nose, and her eyes were sharp and focused as she checked Adriana's vital signs. Her movements were swift and efficient, and it was clear that she knew what she was doing. She had a kind face, but it was clear that she didn't mince wor

I grabbed Christopher's arm discreetly, gripping tightly into his flesh. Anyone who looked closely would notice his fingers twitching slightly from the intense pain. However, it seemed he had anticipated this and used an anesthetic to avoid giving himself away. Fine—if he couldn't move, that worked to my advantage. I wailed at the top of my lungs, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. "What?!" I shrieked. "My husband just passed away, and you expect me to smile? This hospital is inhumane! Christopher was one of your doctors, but I don't see even a trace of grief on your face! Did you want him to die?"

It’s a full-fledged clinic with state-of-the-art equipment, warm lighting, and pale blue walls that somehow manage to be both clinical and comforting. She’s not just any doctor. She’s our doctor. Mafia doctor. Family doctor. The one who stitched Michal’s forehead after the bombing. The one who held my hand through the aftermath of my miscarriage. The one who swore on everything she had that if I ever got pregnant again, she’d keep me and that baby safe. When we arrive, the door is already open. Dr. Gray is inside, arranging something on her rolling tray. She looks up and beams, her smile instantly calming the erratic thump of my heart.

“What are you doing here? It has been what… six or seven years since I last saw you?” Jason chuckled softly. “Exactly seven years.” He stepped closer, his smile becoming warmer. “It’s really nice seeing you again after all these years, Nyssa.” Before I could reply, Abel suddenly spoke. “Dr. Grey, you're finally here. Welcome. This is our boss, Dr. Mirabel Gale, the owner of this clinic.” He smiled politely before looking at me. “Dr. Gale, this is Dr. Jason Grey. He came highly recommended for the position of Senior Medical Consultant at the clinic and will be working with us.”

"There's my number. Text me, and we'll make plans." Before I can utter another word, the doctor comes in. "Officer Gray, looks like you're gonna need some stitches." The entire time my face is being sewn back together, my eyes and mind don't deviate from the petite brunette standing next to the doctor. If there's one thing I know for sure - Laurel Springs is about to get wild.

Greg's POV Four years later after returning back home I am already a doctor graduate. I decided to be a doctor to help more people and cure their illnesses. My parents gave me their full support and assist me emotionally and financially. It is not an easy road but I made it and here I am today giving lecture in which I didn't expect Gracelyn to be one of my audience. I didn't know why she attended this seminar because I didn't had the free time to talk to her.

"Shut up and move." Two men hauled Doctor Owen to his feet. His legs almost gave out. They dragged him toward Eloise's circle, and Doctor Owen couldn't breathe, couldn't think. He looked very scared of what Eloise might find in his head knowing fully well that he was the culprit they were searching for. Elder Isaiah stood near the stairs, watching. "This is Doctor Owen," Nicholas said. "Works at Seattle Grace Medical. We caught him trying to run." "Run? No I wasn't —"

The room was private, a small exam bed at the center, a curtain pulled back to one side. Isla hesitated, a little self-conscious. "Don't worry, it's routine just prep for the reconstructive procedure," the doctor said gently. "Okay." Isla rose and walked to the bed, sitting down, one hand already reaching for her waistband. BANG. The locked door burst open. Isla's composed expression cracked instantly at the sight of Grayson, standing in the wreckage of what used to be a doorknob. You have GOT to be kidding me. "Sir! This is a gynecology office what do you think you're doing barging in here?!" The doctor yanked off her glasses, but before she could get another word out, the sheer weight of G

It was a tight, strange smile. Grey face remained completely blank. "Dr. Harrow. I trust Marcus sent over the necessary paperwork?" "He did," Evelyn Harrow murmured, her eyes lingering on Grey's face. Abigail stood near the doorway, feeling completely invisible. She watched the doctor carefully. There was something deeply unsettling about the way Evelyn looked at Grey. It wasn't just professional respect. It was a dark, fascination. But Evelyn Harrow was not just Ashford Bay's best fertility specialist. Years ago, before she opened this private clinic, she worked as a senior psychiatrist at the maximum-security federal prison where Grey Knight had served his sentence.