Doctor From Grey's Anatomy Novels & Stories

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.

He pointed at me and roared, "I don't care if you're a clinical doctor or not! When a patient needs help, you are responsible! What department are you in? What's your ID number? What's your name?" I laughed coldly. "Wearing a white coat doesn't automatically make me a doctor here." Florence, seeing this, immediately started fanning the flames. She covered her face and pretended to cry. "Dr. Wyckoff, look at her! I saw her scrolling on her phone during work hours. When I asked her to treat my son, she refused in every way possible! She's a doctor without ethics. Why does this hospital even keep her around?" Whispers and murmurs spread around, and the criticism around me grew louder.

I shake my head and focus on the papers I’m printing. I smile wickedly when I imangine the looks on Celene and Seraphina’s face when I arrest the professor for falsely accusing a student. Then my smile falls when I look past the room and see a black-haired lady pass. She was wearing a stained doctor’s coat and I snort to myself when I recognise her. Mireya Greye. Lucien’s personal doctor. Or, should I say, Mafia Doctor. Of course, it wasn’t in her profile but I suspected. I narrowed my eyes at her as she walked into the toilet.

He just came in today and rushed to the patient immediately. When the City Hospital's director heard the commotion, she immediately went to the Emergency Room to check the situation. She was stunned when she saw a familiar face. ".." Clive Aster. A well-known Emergency Doctor, Neuro and Cardiac Surgeon. Her Ex-Husband. "Welcome Dr. Clive Aster! Welcome to the City Hospital." says director Celeste Klatt. Celeste shook Clive's hand and gave him a light kiss on the cheeks. "Parting ways seemed like yesterday, Celeste. It's nice seeing you again."

"Who are you and could anyone tell me what I am doing here!?" Huh!! My voice seemed strange! It sounded like a female! It's baffling! Confusion on my mind but the faces that are regarding me looked startled too. The handsome doctor approached me with familiarity. He is older than the rest, I know that he holds an important position and the younger ones are probably in their first year. He checked on me then I heard him say "I'm Dr. Peter Bennett, you had a fall and you are being treated here at Grayer Hospital." He is intently watching my face and I can feel the others are doing the same like I'm a lab rat.

Frank didn’t return until just before d awn. It is several hours later when Gray and I return to the doctor’s office. I have told him everything that’s happened. We’ve gone over and over every detail a thousand times. He has made me shower, and while I stood with the scalding water beating down on my skin, scrubbing myself so hard that my skin turned raw and red, Gray disposed of my clothes. I’m not even sure why; it makes me wonder if he thinks I may have actually killed my doctor. I haven’t asked him if this is what he thinks.

Adam stood nearby, arms crossed tight over his chest, watching every person who came and went like one of them might be Madison. No one said much. There was nothing to say. Then—finally—the door opened. A man in scrubs stepped in, mask dangling from one ear. His expression was tired but calm. I was on my feet before he even said a word. “Elizabeth Monroe?” he asked. “Yes,” I breathed. “That’s me.” He nodded once. “I’m Dr. Graham. I operated on Dr. Cole.” The world narrowed to just him. “He’s going to be fine,” he said gently.

He smiles at me and leans over to kiss me just as the door opens and an older lady in white lab coat moves in . "Miss Ruffle?" she confirms. I nod and smile at her. "Hi,I'm Doctor Grey. I'll be your OBGYN until you have your baby. Now would you like to follow me to my office?" She asks us kindly. We get up and went after her down the hall and into a large room. She takes a seat beside the computer and motions for me to lie down on the bed beside it. I felt nervous as I compel my nerves to stay calm. I look around the office and notice how nice it was decorated. Trying to be distract myself.

The doctor glanced over at me before placing the retinoscope back onto the stand that had her other tools. The doors opened immediately when she turned back to me. I looked up at Alec and Cora as they entered the room followed by Danielle and Taylor, filling the room. I looked back at the door hoping to see another face but when I saw Alec shake his head, I knew. I felt stupid for even thinking that he could be waiting for me to get discharged. It seemed like I had become a close ally to the white surroundings ever since Jaxon, white wall...white lab coats...too many blondes. Why were most of the doctors blondes? In a single moment, I was thinking about my messed up mate, and then I was cont

THE REVEAL The ballroom fell silent. Dr. Kim's voice cut through the chaos like a gunshot. "Everyone, step back! Dr. Scarlet Hayes is the Chief of Neurosurgery at Seattle Grace Medical Center!" The words hung in the air for a moment, suspended in disbelief. Then the gasps came. I watched my mother's face drain of color. Her champagne glass slipped from her fingers, shattering against the marble floor. The sound echoed through the sudden quiet. Savannah's mouth fell open. She looked like someone had just slapped her across the face.