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Memories of being forced to sleep caused his muscles to tense in alertness. A warm smile graced Doctor James's face as he introduced himself with cordiality. "My name is Doctor James. I've been overseeing your treatment and recovery," he said. Valentine's brow creased in confusion. He was familiar with the doctors in his usual circle, including Andrea Singer's personal physician, and this man was not one of them. Observing Valentine's reaction, James added, "You are not in Vegas." These words caused Valentine's frown to deepen. He attempted to speak, but before he could, Mrs. Willow interjected, "You are still weak because you haven't eaten for days. Once you've had some food and a bath, I'l

The doctor shook Valerie's hand but, immediately Arthur replaced the doctor's hand with his hand. "I'm glad too doctor...well can we go?" Arthur stood up and took Valerie's hand to shake again. "It's a good thing I replaced your hand with mine." Arthur continued talking along the corridor Valerie knew Arthur was possessive of her. Moreover, the doctor who had examined her was very young. "Baby he's just being professional...you're the one who's taking it too far." Valerie rolled her eyes at Arthur's attitude. "No...I'm sure that doctor wants you too because I'm a man and I know what's good and what's just pretending." Arthur opened the car door for Valerie and she quickly ran to the other do

She was both a surgeon and a psychiatrist of the hospital. As a young talented Doctor amongst her peers, she was stationed in three hospitals and would move back and forth whenever needed. Though the main hospital she stays at is here, she was still allowed to work for other hospitals to help with patients that needed her expertise. “Thank you, Mr. Hills, You may go.” “Please, Doctor Valentine, Just Ryan.” Ryan thought it was weird to be regarded so respectfully by the beautiful and talented genius, Luna Valentine.

After Valerie broke the news to Marcus about their unexpected blessing, the couple decided to keep it to themselves until they were completely sure. By the time they went downstairs for dinner, Ethan had already gone home. Fabian, their driver, had picked him up promptly at 7:00 PM. After a family meal, Valerie and Marcus headed to the study to research gynecologists in Valentia who could handle her pregnancy. Valerie was a bundle of nerves, overwhelmed by the strong emotions coursing through her. Marcus took charge, scrolling through his laptop to find options. Based on credentials, they settled on a gynecologist who specialized in pregnancies for women over 40—Dr. Beatrice Baker.

You seem like a nice girl. "Thank you doctor?" "It's Doctor Valentine." "Well thank you, Doctor Valentine. It's been a pleasure." He nodded as he opened the door. Lenox came barging in. "And?" He asked. "She's a virgin." "Good good," he said. "Thank you doc," he ushered doctor Valentine through the door closing the door in his face. He stormed over to the closet and took out backpack and threw it to me. "Now put these on. I'll be back in thirty minutes," he grunted as he exited.

April “Ms. Angel, my name is Doctor Koppler. I’m the head physician of the pack hospital. I will be leading the testing because of your amazing skill at curing even the complicated disease of the Beta Female if you are okay with it.” I cringe as I’m still not used to being the false surname we gave them. “Please, call me April, and yes, I’m okay with that,” I say with a smile as the doctor sits down on a round chair with wheels.

He said about Melanie didn't respond to him. **** "Really? So he has a girlfriend?!" The unknown man said. "Yeah and right now, I'm watching them" His spy said. "Do you have any idea who she is?" The unknown man further asked as he lighted his cigarette. "Yeah, she is one of the doctors at the hospital! I think Doc Melanie Steven, she is currently under him in the hospital"He said. "Okay. so cool..." He hung up. He smiled and dailed another number. His ally in the hospital.

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

“I doubt they serve that here.” “Okay fine. What do you want? Okay? Today is Saturday, it’s my day off and I planned to spend it with my boyfriend and not having coffee with a total stranger.” His eyes flashed at the mention of boyfriend. He lowered his cup, took something out of his pocket and slid it over to me. I noticed how neat and manicured his hands were, not a cuticle in sight. I got the sense of vanity…but whatever. I picked up the business card. Dr Elias Gray, biomedical researcher at Cornell University.

I’m about to turn around when the door behind me clicks shut. I spin around. Viktor is leaning against the closed door, arms crossed, scar pulling when he smiles. He’s been waiting. The realization hits me like ice water. “Looking for someone, Doctor?” His accent rolls slow and thick, making my name sound like something filthy. “Or were you hoping to find me?” My heart slams against my ribs. I keep my voice steady. “I was looking for Marta. Clearly I found the wrong basement rat instead.” He chuckles, pushing off the door and stepping closer. “Always with the sharp tongue. I like that about you. Makes me wonder how it would feel wrapped around my cock.”