Doctor Jonathan Crane Novels & Stories

Squinting my eyes to get a clear view of the redhead's face, I froze when the face became clear. No. Freaking. Way. "Excuse me Doctor, who is that lady over there?" I asked, interrupting the conversation. "Oh, that's our new cardiologist, Doctor Giordana," he replied. Rob and I glanced at each other, then where she stood and back to the Doctor. "Is there a problem?" The doctor asked. "No, nothing, just carry on," I said. Some minutes later, we concluded the discussion and excused ourselves. "Did you see her or have I started hallucinating?" I asked Rob as we stepped out of the ward.

I could feel the job, my future, within my grasp. Then, the heavy doors behind me opened with the force of a gale. Every single person at the table stood up instantly, their chairs shrieking against the floor. Director Miller’s face went from impressed to ghost-white in a second. Mr. Drake…Mr. Crane!" Director Miller stumbled over his words, his voice high and nervous. "We... we didn't think you were coming. Welcome, sir." Drake Crane. I had heard of the name before. There were many Cranes in this city, a whole dynasty of wealth and influence, but his name was the loudest among them.

He crouched there on the floor, holding it, not moving, for what felt like the length of a full breath cycle and turned out to be far longer. The cabinet door stood open behind him. Empty except for a few old files. Paper. Nothing else. He rose. Set the cufflink on the desk. Pulled open the drawer and withdrew a clean form. Report number: 0437. The pen nib hung above the header. He did not begin the report. Instead, below the title block, he wrote: *Application for personal appointment as Exclusive Physician to Laundry Omega Luna. Rationale: The Omega's glandular condition has exceeded the scope of standard medical intervention and requires dedicated, continuous monitoring. Applicant: Elias

If he had known what Jonathan was up to, he would not have remained so passive. “Mr. Caden, who among them is the better doctor?” Curious, Thea asked. “Dr. Fallon hasn’t suffered defeat in twenty years. However, Jonathan of Universal Hospital is challenging him even though he knows that he’s Asclepius. He’s so full of confidence. Who exactly is he?” “We’ll see,” James said. Everything would be revealed if they let things play out a little longer. They feared James and did not want him around. That could only mean that their plans had something to do with medicine. They did not want him ruining their plans.

The cursor blinked on the screen, taunting them with silence. Aiden’s heart sank as he stared at the name displayed on the document. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. Julian leaned in closer, still trying to make sense of what they were seeing. Dominic Crane. Chairman of Crane Strategic Holdings. One of the major shareholders of VanDermere Global. A family friend. A mentor. Julian sat back slowly, as if the shock physically pushed him. He blinked once, then twice, before whispering, “That can’t be right.”

"I do not want to sit. How is Tyler? Please tell me that he is going to be okay?" He looks at me rather concerned, and I know that there is something that he is not telling me. He seems half afraid in saying what he has come here to say. “Mrs. Moore, I am Doctor Michael Crane. Can I get you coffee?” "That will be nice, thank you." The tears start streaming from both our eyes like volcano's bursting. This is the most godawful day of my life. I can't believe that this is happening.

He opened a new one. Jace: what's your price for attention, Mr. Crane? Because I'm ready to sell mine. And before he could think twice, he hit send

"I did. And I still can’t wrap my head around this. You know, when I was young, I thought taking over the family business would be just me dressing in fancy suits and making phone calls. Apparently not. And I’m glad that’s no longer my dream. This thing is exhausting." And Zack seems to find that entertaining because he laughs. When I lift my head to glare at him, the sound immediately ceases, and he shifts in his chair as he caresses his throat. "Sorry. It’s because you’re still learning about it. Once you get used to it, you will enjoy it better." "Well, here’s to never getting used to it," I mumble under my breath before tipping my chin to the file on his end. "What’s that?" He drills his

Ram Boneh as Johnathan Rabinovich ~Johnathan~ Present February 11th, 2036 Johnathan and I are talking on the phone. I laugh as he complains about the food in the hospital. So today, I am going to his workplace during his lunch break. And I'll surprise him and Abdullah with my homemade lunch. I park on the street and walk into the building. Abdullah and Johnathan both work at the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health, Abdullah is a doctor, and Johnathan is the head counselor. I have never been on the premises before; I hope that they weren’t busy.

Arc 25: The Professor's Office His name is Professor Crane. First name Daniel. Forty-four years old. Reads Neruda aloud in afternoon lectures in a voice that does things to the inside of my chest that have absolutely nothing to do with poetry appreciation and everything to do with the fact that I am twenty-six years old and doing my Masters degree and sitting in the third row every Tuesday and Thursday specifically because the third row is where the light from the tall windows hits his face in a way that makes it difficult to concentrate on anything he's saying.