Doctor From Grey's Anatomy Novels & Stories

REAH'S POV The door opened and a doctor walked in, he seemed to be in his late forties and he already had white hairs on his head. He walked over to me and tested me. He nodded his head and turned around, but froze when he saw Alpha Xavier in the room. "Alpha, I had no idea you were here. I'm so sorry, Please forgive me, Alpha," The Doctor immediately bowed. Alpha Xavier's expression turned to a deep frown as he glared at the doctor "How is she?" He asked him a question instead.

he walked away with her, giving me time to calm myself. It was now three in the morning; the doctors and nurses had been in and out of Athena’s treatment room, but we still had no news and I was beginning to fear the worst; I had either lost one of them or both of them. I sat on my chair rocking back and forth, trying to keep my mind occupied and my eyes of the clock. “Alpha” a voice spoke; breaking me out of my thoughts, I looked up and saw two doctors standing there with a file in her hand “my name is Dr Deena Danvers, I am the head of department for gynaecology” she introduced herself and I stood up and then the other doctor introduced himself “I’m Dr Emanuel Black; I specialise in burns”

He looks down, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead and then his eyes meet mine, navy blue, filled with uncertainty. I don't know how long I stand there, the worst outcomes going through my mind before the doctor gives me a small smile and shakes Callie's hand in greeting. “I’m Dr. John Lee, I operated on Gavin Thomas."

I've been weak since day one; maybe that's why Jackson couldn't be with me; I couldn't even pose as his so-called Luna. And now what? I so happened to be the mate of Ethan. I snorted inwardly. It's only a matter of time till he realizes what a huge mistake he's about to make. I smiled at the doctor, remorseful. Not to be rude, but the wire-rimmed frame made the doctor look cartoonish, inviting, and warm, a lot more than the one who had scowled at my rudeness. She looked a few years older than me, maybe two, and she had a pad in her hand, which she took notes on every time the older doctor said something I presumed important. Then I remembered all the medical series I had watched, Grey and th

“If it is a woman she has already seen everything that I have going on.” At my question, Grant’s frown deepens, but as he opens his mouth to respond, the door to the room opens and the one who would be doing my exam appears. “Grant!” I feel my eyes widen as the doctor, a pretty woman with long brown hair and kind eyes, enters because I suddenly realize why Grant was so finicky about me putting on the gown. Even if the doctor looked like a woman, it was clear from her adams apple and her deep voice that at some point she had definitely been male.

Natasha and Damien would have ammunition. Calloway moved to the door, his body language shifting into something cold and commanding. The businessman. The CEO. The man who owned rooms just by walking into them. He unlocked the door. Opened it. A woman stood there—fifties, gray hair in a severe bun, white coat with *Dr. Patricia Morrison, Medical Director* embroidered on the pocket. My OB-GYN. The doctor who'd confirmed my pregnancy." Her eyes widened. "Mrs. Sterling?" I stepped out from behind Calloway, pulled off the blonde wig. "Dr. Morrison. Hi."

“I have to see him. He needs me, Graham.” “Let the doctors do their job, Katy. As soon as we can, we’ll get you to him. I promise. Okay?” I met his eyes. His worried, understanding, pain-filled eyes. “Be the strong woman Richard knows you are. For him.” I nodded. “I’ll try.” doctor appeared a short time later, his face grave. After introducing himself as Dr. Fletcher and stating he was a neurosurgeon, he asked if I wanted privacy before speaking with me.

He muttered, completely uninterested in what his doctor was trying to explain to him. "I'll take care of him." Zeynep piped up in the background. "Do you happen to have some nursing experience under your belt?" The doctor asked sarcastically, knowing the only experience she has was getting her own way at every turn. She laughed with a scoffed snort "I mean, it can't be that difficult, can it? I've seen 'Grey's Anatomy,' I'm practically a doctor in the making." She tapped her index finger against the side of her temple.

I really am sorry for putting everyone through this ordeal. Doctor Gray nods understandingly, her smile reassuring. She approaches with practiced ease, her hands deftly and gently maneuvering to examine the equipment around me. With a swift, professional gesture, she begins to check the monitors, ensuring that each beeping number corresponds with what she expects. Her fingers are nimble and precise as she gently pats around the incision area, her focus intense yet calming. "Everything looks good," Doctor Gray assures with a nod, adjusting a few settings on the machines to optimize my comfort.

Hart offered a warm welcome, stating, "Dr. Grey, we've been expecting you.” Dr. Grey, aka Stan, chuckled and softly replied, "Yes, I am," his gentle yet deep voice resonating in my ears, a familiar tone. Ah, now I understand why he was so calm. He's a doctor and surgeon, which explains his demeanour. “Let me introduce you with—” "Dr. Veronica Granger," Stan politely interjected, interrupting Dr. Hart. A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes as he softly added, "one of the City Heart's renowned and admired doctors.”