Doctor Ramsey Novels & Stories

The Life Hospital, 3 PM:- "I might come late tomorrow so make sure you schedule another doctor on round. At no cost, shall these routine checkups be missed." Ryan told the administrative staff, warning them to not make a mistake at any cost. Dr Ryan Carter had been known for his strictness, his punctuality, his mostly serious avtar and of course the magic in his hand as the top most neurologist in the City. "Don't worry sir, we won't make any mistakes in your absence." The hospital staff assured him. Ryan nodded his head and walked out of the department when he received a text from Maya.

I watch with disbelief as they exchange information and then a few seconds later, Damian is heading for the door. “Wait!” I clamor and he pauses but does not turn. “I want Dr. Velasquez to attend to me,” after all it's his fault I'm in this shitty condition. “I'm sorry Miss Raven, Dr. Velasquez is only a surgeon and he's a special and well-respected guest doctor in our hospital.” Dr. Robert explains. “And he has a pressing surgery that needs his attention in an hour, he needs to prepare,” “I'm a patient too and I can't fucking feel my leg. Maybe I might need surgery too,” I say while looking at Damien. He still has his back turned to me.

“Help my daughter. Please…she's all I have left “ Heavy, rhythmic boots echoed outside the door. Someone was coming. “Go! Please... please,” the woman begged. Ava had no choice; she scrambled into the shadows, hiding just as the heavy door groaned open. Ramsey stepped inside. He didn't look like a man; he looked like a monster wearing a man's skin. He looked insane, his eyes devoid of any warmth. The woman tried to inch away from him, her back hitting the rough, cold stone. “Where is the baby?” Ramsey asked, his voice chillingly matter-of-fact.

He thought it was necessary to carry out the craniotomy. Chad did not bother to explain himself. He sneered. "I think you're just trying out every solution out of desperation!" The chief doctor's face immediately showed a hint of panic. Damon Chevy, the chief doctor, had worked at Bloomington Hospital for over a decade. He was the head surgeon in the neurosurgery department. He attended Kennington Medical School and studied under Professor Marco Shamma, a well-known brain surgeon. Damon was well-known in the hospital, but he did not have a positive reputation. The patients dubbed him Idiot Chevy.

Miguel “You wicked man!” Damien slapped my arm, “just don't break her heart.” I smiled wickedly, “I'm a doctor, Damien. If I break it, I'll fix it again.” He laughed, “I have no words for you.” My assistant knocked on my door at that moment, peeking into the office carefully, “it’s time for your rounds, Dr Ramirez.” I groaned. Revered Nicholas and Damien had made it impossible for me to change my pants.

“Everything is in place, Mr. Townsend. I look forward to our transaction after the auction is complete. Please enjoy your evening.” I watch her walk away. As she reaches the door, she is stopped by Leo Ramsey. He’s a local real estate developer in Vegas, and he’s big money. He’s a nice enough guy, and we’ve done a little business together, but he’s clean whereas I often get dirty with my deals.

Ramirez certainly fit that category. We slipped away from the exhibition hall and headed to the parking lot where Dr. Ramirez stood waiting, his attention focused on his phone. When he sensed our approach, he looked up, his shrewd eyes missing nothing. I stopped a respectful distance away. "Professor," I greeted, keeping my voice neutral despite the way my wolf bristled. "Hmm," was his only acknowledgment, cold and clipped as always. Dr. Ramirez surveyed us with the clinical detachment that had intimidated generations of doctoral students. "I saw your exhibition. Passable... but," his gaze swept over us with arctic chill, "three years and this is all you've managed to accomplish?"