Doctor Mario Smash Novels & Stories

His body arched off the table. Nothing. "Again! Clear!" This time the monitor beeped. Irregular, but there. I exhaled and my hands finally started shaking. The door opened and a woman walked in. Tall, elegant, wearing heels that cost more than my rent. "Dr. Rosabella Romano. Neurosurgeon." Her eyes scanned the wound. "L1 vertebra. Clean stabilization work. You know what you're doing." "Can you fix it?" "Here? No. But I can prevent further damage until we relocate him.

He gives her a smile of thanks and turns to me; “thank you so much for helping my friend out, Miss Amaya. It means a lot to me.” I nod. Mario is a good man. He wouldn’t lie to me. I shouldn’t doubt him. “Of course. It’s my pleasure.” But I still keep one eye on Nathan as he struggles to bandage his bleeding head with his handcuffed hands. One minute, everything is going well and the next, chaos erupts like an unplanned volcano. Zuri and I are trying to bandage Mario’s serious injuries when suddenly, the doors slam open and a very familiar, dangerous baritone pierces the air.

"I didn't introduce myself; forgive my manners. I am Damian—Doctor Damian, to be precise." He was the hot guy I bumped into at the hospital who turned out to be a doctor, Dr. Damian to be specific. I thought his name sounded familiar. Was it Ruth who spoke of him? Oh yes, it was; he was the hot doctor she kept telling me about, I thought.

it was a man who looked to be in his thirties, and maybe an Indian, dressed in a blue suit from head to toe. I’ve never seen him here before. Seems like he knows his place around here. When he saw me, he breaks out into a smile. “Mrs. Marshall. It is nice to finally meet you.” I blank out for a second. “You know me?” I point a finger at myself. His eyes crinkled as he smiled making him look very approachable and reliable. “I’m Mr. Marshall’s doctor. My name is Yohan Smith. You must have heard about me from Mr. Marshall.”

Damon was dumbfounded—someone at Bloomington Hospital had called him a quack doctor! "Explain yourself. How am I a quack doctor?" The man was also direct. He picked up the old man's CT scan and slapped it onto Damon's face. "I see you're still stubborn. I had other doctors look at it. My dad doesn't have a brain tumor, but you claimed otherwise. If that's not a quack doctor, then what is?" Damon laughed when he heard that. "Other doctors? Which doctors said that? I might not be the best neurosurgeon in the country, but I'm the closest thing to one. Ordinary doctors wouldn't be able to see what I can do."

I say with a cheeky smile, “nice to meet you name’s Evan.” Mario is fucking huge despite the fact that he’s wearing a suite I can still see the muscles bulging underneath. I consider myself pretty fit but in front of this guy I might as well be a fucking needle. I refuse to believe that he’s not taking steroids or something either that or his father is Zeus.

He cleared his throat and faced me, "Forgive us for the distraction, Princess. I'm Mario Kart, a distant relative of the Di Marco and these are my loyal men. We would spend hours knowing their name so right now I'm the important one" His words seemed to cause grumbling among the men but silence was restored when he looked at them. I was speechless. A distant relative of the Di Marco? A family person? Seeing the look on my face, he continued, "I know that's a lot to take in, and um, we've never met before. Usually, we aren't involved in the business of the main family. Everyone is gone but you, Mr. Almond hired me--" The name sparked a memory in my head and I muttered, "Almond Yuturo?"

I expected him to head toward the hospital, but Dante had other plans. "Take us to Dr. Chen now." "The hospital's closer," I argued, still pressing my hands to Mario's wound. My beautiful red dress was soaked with blood. It was now ruined beyond repair. "No hospitals," Dante said grimly. "Too many questions and too many cops." Mario groaned beneath my hands. His face had gone ashen, and his breathing was now very shallow. "He needs help right now," I insisted. "He'll get it," Dante replied, his eyes never leaving his friend's face. "Just keep applying pressure on the wound."

Mario meets an old friend who is a doctor, but he didn't know if he was going to agree to take care of what happened without reporting it to the police, although it was very difficult to convince him to keep quiet, a couple of million dollars was enough to get his booking. They both enter the room, the doctor without saying a word approaches Camille to check her, and Brett had placed her on the bed. “Doctor, please help me, I can't take her to a hospital, I hope you can do something for her” Brett asks anguished. “I don't know until I check it” The doctor takes everything he needs out of a suitcase and begins to check Camille, fortunately he was a delegated doctor for the event, so he had ev

However, in my reel of memories, there was never a moment when Mario gave me this ring. I’ll confess that I was giddy with joy last night, declaring my love for Mario. However, the fact that I haven’t told Mario the whole truth about my past makes me feel scared. I buried my face in my hands and moaned as my thoughts returned to the blackmailer’s note. “Are you decent, baby?” Mario knocked. I had momentarily forgotten that Mario had gone in search of a physician. How on earth did he get a doctor so quickly at 7:30 a.m.?