Doctor Mania Novels & Stories

Nina timidly greeted as soon as she was seated across from the old lady. "Hi, Monina! Nice to meet you." The doctor was looking at her patient's files in her hand. "What can I helo you with today?" She asked warmly. Nina looked at the name carved on her table. Dr. Vivian Donaire Ph.D. "I would like to ask some facts and possibilities of my illness getting out of control once I indulge in it." Nina boldly asked. She was no longer feeling awkward as she was a lady and specialized in dealing with cases like hers. Nina was confident that the doctor would understand her better if she states her queries direct and straight to the point.

Said a man that Danica hadn't noticed before. "Sorry, it wasn't intentional." Danica apologized taking in the man. He wore a white coat and carried a clipboard filled with writing. "I'm doctor Williams." The man introduced himself as Danica continued to examine him. "How's the situation?" Mason asked as he wrapped an arm possessively around Danica. Frowning Dr. Williams shook his head, "They aren't getting any better, if anything they are beginning to get worse." "Have you been able to figure out what is wrong with them?" Mason pushed as his grip on Danica tightened.

Every trace of tears has disappeared, burned away by a sudden necessity. — Doctor, I want you to do everything that is humanly and medically possible. Absolutely everything. The best specialists, the most advanced treatments, regardless of cost. I will cover everything. You will personally inform me of every development, no matter how small. The doctor, a man of a certain age with features drawn by nights like this one, slowly nods. He is accustomed to family requests, to promises made in panic. — We always do our best, Mrs. Hammond. The care is…

Damian asked when he ran out of patience watching the old man touch his mate cluelessly. "I'm afraid there's really nothing I or anyone else can do for her. This is beyond management. It has to be cured by a healer," the doctor explained solemnly. Damian looked at him with frustration. The man obviously knew he couldn't do anything right from the moment he walked into the room and only delayed announcing the inevitable to him.

Bianca opened the letter. "Bianca: When you see this letter, I won't be in your world anymore. But no matter where I am, I will be watching over you like I did from the 108th floor of Lofty Plaza, If you don't live well, I will punish you in my way! I have arranged a private doctor for your mother, he is the top psychiatrist globally, and a Nobel Prize-winning physician this year. He has taken all of your mother's information and will be in touch with you, and I have already paid the fees.

He said his voice cold and blue eyes glaring at me. "Hello I'm sorry I didnt introduce myself. I'm your doctor Janis Ian" I said smiling a little. "Janis Ian?" He said looking a little taken aback. "Yes is there any problem?" I questioned. "No" he said with his sharp cold voice. "I told you Olivia I don't need doctors to treat me I'm good as the way I'm" he said his voice colder than before like remembering something. "But Sebastian you have to get treated! You are badly injured and she is trustworthy and not Ria" She said and he glared at her.

Mysterious Man AKA Doc Cameron (as if we didn’t already guess) I was starting to get frustrated because Lara just wouldn’t give me the time of day. I am a freaking doctor for fucks sake. I was in my office at the hospital looking at some patient’s charts. Knock, knock, knock came from the door. “Come in,” I said. “Hi Doctor Cameron,” the nurse said entering my office. “What is it,” I asked. “That woman patient is asking for you to check in on her again,” the nurse said. I groaned out loud. “Alright, I’ll pass by later,” I told her, then turned my attention back to the charts on my desk. After a minute I realized that the nurse didn’t leave. “Is there anything else,” I asked quite

Anna Sage led the way into the doctor's office with an aura of sheer familiarity. The doctor’s office was a sanctuary of white marble, glass, and the faint, biting scent of antiseptic. It was too clean, too bright, and sleek. Anna concluded at that instance that he definitely has Obsessive Compulsive disorder with cleanliness considering how everything was in a specific pattern and position. The doctor, a man who looked like he’d never seen a day of stress in his life, stood up the moment we entered, his face lighting up with a level of cheerfulness that made me want to hit something.

“I didn’t want anyone in my room.” “Yeah, we figured that part out.” Silence settled for a while, only broken by the soft beeping of the monitor he brought with him. “Adrien,” the doctor said gently, “have you been under any recent stress?” I let out a dry laugh. “Where do you want me to start?” Damon rolled his eyes. “He’s got trauma layered over trauma. You’d need a priest, a therapist, and a hitman to untangle it.” I gave him a look. “That’s generous.”

Elliot's office occupied the highest level of the building. Terry's personal doctor, Randall Strolmann, was already examining Elliot as Terry introduced him. "This is Dr. Randall M. Strolmann, our family doctor and the best in the business. He's been renowned abroad since his youth and specializes in your exact condition. He'll cure you for sure!"