Doctor Jonathan Crane Novels & Stories

The embers glow orange. Marcus is outside, checking the perimeter. I hear his boots on the gravel, the soft crackle of his radio, the murmur of his voice. Every few minutes, he passes by the window, a shadow in the dark. My phone buzzes. A text from Julian. Crane is moving. He left Switzerland. He is flying to the city. Arrives tomorrow morning. Whitmore is staying behind at the compound. Crane is coming alone, but he will have security with him. He wants to meet. Neutral ground. He says he has information about Whitmore's plans.

She hesitated for half a second before entering. “Close the door.” She obeyed. Dr. Crane stood behind his desk, removing his coat slowly, revealing sleeves rolled to his elbows. His forearms were corded, veined, lightly dusted with dark hair. He leaned against the desk’s edge, watching her like a specimen under glass. “You want to be a doctor,” he said simply. “Yes.” “You want to learn from the best.” “Yes, sir.” “Then understand this. In medicine, one wrong move gets someone killed. A misstep isn’t a mistake. It’s a death sentence. I don’t tolerate incompetence.”

Think about something, make up something, Enola. Me: Mr Crane, I am not talking about you, I am talking about someone else. Crane: Who is someone else? Last time I checked, I have a letter C tattooed on my arm. That was in your essay. F^ck! I am screwed. Me: Mr Crane, I can explain...It's not what you think. Crane: Oh, it is exactly what I think it is. I am coming over to you so that you can explain to me. I will let you know how I explore, because my ways of exploring are more than what you can ever imagine.

Charlie asked, shaking the man’s hand. “It’s lovely to meet both of you,” Dr. Morgan said, releasing Charlie’s hand to take Meg’s. She noticed his grip was rather slack and his voice gentle. “It’s nice to meet you as well,” Meg said. “This is my man Jonathan Lane, and Meg’s lady Carrie….” “Boxhall,” Carrie supplied as the doctor shook her hand in turn. “How do you do?” “This is my assistant Edward Dane,” Dr. Morgan said, and everyone said hello to him as well, though with this greeting Meg noticed a glimmer of something pass between Jonathan and this Edward fellow as he looked at each of them and gave a soft hello.

The girl seemed willing to talk. - The Doctor. Jonathan asked me to tell you that he will be coming soon, it won't be long... I'm Chang, I work on the ward in the surgery ward. A patient of mine was operated on this afternoon for appendicitis... Dr. Jonathan did a wonderful operation, in fact he always does. If I were you, I wouldn't listen to what Chris said. He says a lot of lip service. In fact, he is one of Dr. Jonathan though doesn't like to admit it. Chris seems a little crazy and irresponsible but when he's working he's unrecognizable, serious and focused.

“Yale Miller from Grayvale, accompanied by the Grayvale’s renowned Doctor Wren!” “Oliver Crane from Easton, here with Doctor Hill, the most acclaimed physician in the region!” “Kenny Hanks from Golden Harbor…” One by one, well-dressed heirs of prominent families stepped forward. Each of them was accompanied by a famous doctor, and they all claimed to be here to treat Jonathan. Dustin raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “What’s all this commotion?” he asked a bystander. “You haven’t heard?” The man looked surprised. “Jonathan McCall has been critically ill for years. Despite consulting countless renowned physicians, no one has been able to identify the root cause of his ailment. Recently, his con

Jayden was friendly and respectful at the same time. “Meet Doctor Elias Crane. He flew in this morning after taking up interest in Jenny’s case. He will be operating on her soon,” Jayden said, introducing Doctor Crane to both Rita and Chris. He then turned to the doctor and said, “this is the couple that paid millions to hire you just so you could travel and help cure this young lady on the bed.” “Pleased to meet you. You both are wonderful souls for doing this,” Doctor Crane said as he stepped forward, shaking hands with Chris, then Rita.

At the end of January, Julian received a phone call from 618 Southlane, Brindley, which was where Brindley Asylum was located. Alicia had been interrogated for a month, and she actually remained tight-lipped the whole time. However, a certificate of mental illness landed her in the asylum. Her doctor, Jonathan Crane, was a middle-aged man in his 40s. He was tactful and sensible and would immediately inform Julian about her latest developments. They were on the phone now, and his voice was deep and composed.

Crane's hands were still folded, his fingers white at the knuckles. "You think you're the first person to come in here with accusations? You think you're the first person who thought they could scare me?" He smiled. It was the smile of a man who had spent his life behind walls, who had forgotten what it felt like to be afraid. "I've been doing this job for twelve years. I've seen men like you come and go. And I'm still here." Alex opened the folder. The first page was a photograph. Crane, younger, standing beside a man Alex didn't recognize. The second page was a ledger entry, a name, a date, an amount. The third page was a statement, signed, witnessed, notarized.

"Or did someone pull it." He was quiet for a moment that was one beat too long. "I don't know," he said. "I didn't know your application existed until right now." "But you think someone pulled it." He picked up his coffee. Put it down without drinking it. "Crane has been in the research division for eleven years. He had access to incoming applications." It landed slowly. Like something heavy dropped from a height. Crane had killed our funding application. Then bought our research through Daniel when we collapsed. Then corrupted it and planted it inside the Meritus project and spent three years waiting.