Doctor Sleep By Stephen King Novels & Stories

Doc thinks about it, nodding in agreement. “Odds are he left the door open to draw attention to the scene. He did the same thing before he left here. We need to deal with this before he comes after another one of us,” he replies in a hushed voice. “Are we any closer to knowing why Duncan’s doing this?” Doc asks. “I think I slept with Sophia,” I stutter, walking him away from the window and out of Ava’s view. “It happened months ago before I got serious about my therapy. I was drunk, and so was she, but I can’t remember if it was Sophia or not.”

Veronica hesitantly looked up, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized the doctor was looking straight at her, a haughty smile appearing on her lips, "But we better not get caught in bed, Selena. I plan on keeping you going all night long... just like yesterday." Veronica gawked at her. Goddammit! She knew! A flush of embarrassment crossed her face as the doctor was deliberately teasing her. "Mmh, and I'm sure this... escapade will be worth it, my love." Veronica ran her fingers through her hair and let out a deep sigh. That walk of shame was a small price to pay to what she experienced last night. She glanced at the doctor one last time, knowing that deep down in her heart, it was

The doctor stuttered and started shuffling around the office, his brain was disoriented. “What are you waiting for?!” Peter yelled and the doctor ran out of the office like a mice being chase by a bug furry cat. The two brothers can be really scary without even trying. Denis heaved a loud sigh but not of relief. He plumped himself on the doctor's chair, it had wheels. He turned to face a nervous Peter that was beginning to bite down on his nails, a habit he thought he got rid of. “You don’t think Kelsey took those pills, do you?”

It was a peculiar thing what the doctor had said. He asked me if I had the will to get sex. What I meant was how in the hell he could get that sassy. Wasn’t having two different personalities including being a timid scientist, and an overconfident lad with a hint of adrenaline junkie already too much? Now there was another personality of his that was sexually rude. “Huh? What did you say just now, doctor? How could you ask your vampire queen such a question? Do you have a death wish or something? “

Mr. Smith lay almost lifeless on the bed, an oxygen mask covering his nose, an IV dripping slowly into his vein. His wife sat beside him, eyes heavy and weary from lack of sleep. “Mom,” Sophia called from the doorway. “The family doctor is here.” Mrs. Evangeline nodded once and Sophia stepped aside for a female doctor to enter. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Sterling,” the doctor greeted, setting her bag down. Mrs. Evangeline only nodded, her throat was too heavy to utter words.

"Suicide. Single gunshot to the head. Hotel room at the Veritas. My people found him twenty minutes ago. He was already cold." “At least he was thorough. And saved me the trouble of testifying.” "He left a note." "What kind of note?" "A confession. Handwritten, notarized yesterday." He spoke in short bursts, each word precise and hard. "Insurance fraud, patient murders, conspiracy to commit murder." "And a partner. Dr. Richard Chen.” My hands went numb. "Who?" "Dr. Richard Chen. Chief of Internal Medicine at Boston Memorial. Your old colleague." Dr. Chen. My mentor. The man who'd recommended me for residency, who'd praised my work.

“Parents who raise someone like that can’t be any better!” Dr. Hamilton, who was helped forward by a few people, cleared his throat and said, “I’ve practiced medicine for over forty years. I would never falsify records. I personally reviewed this document. Milo was indeed in the dispensing room at the time. I saw him with my own eyes.” Suddenly, a male doctor in a white coat rushed forward. He grabbed my mom by the hair and slammed her head against a nearby bulletin board. She screamed as blood immediately began seeping from her forehead.

The doctor shuddered to think what was to become of him. “Whether you were aiding a foolish newlywed bride to flee from her husband or a bride-to-be to flee from her promise of bonds, ‘tis equally appalling,” Stephen roared as he pushed his angry face as close to the doctor’s as humanly possible while still allowing him the ability to look in his eyes. “You best start talking. I want to hear every detail from the beginning. Spare no feelings or shame. Do you understand?” Stephen’s normally sun kissed face was scarlet from the rage within him that threatened to burst into a wild fury at any moment.

There were tender moments back then, quiet laughter, long nights talking on staircases, stolen warmth in a world that didn’t see us. But the ending was a different story. Sharp. Sudden. Unkind. “It’s… something that mattered,” I finally answer. Sophie nods, the way children do when they feel something is heavier than their understanding. After a moment, she adds, “The doctor… he looked at you weird yesterday.” My breath stops for a second. “Weird, how?” “Like he was trying to remember you.” She blinks slowly. “Why?” I swallow and force a small smile. “Doctors see a lot of people every day. Sometimes faces overlap.”

"That's because of the drugs, it's one of the few side effects. If you continue to take the ones I have given you, I guess it would reverse the effects. You do not have to worry." I nodded. I still couldn't help the overwhelming feeling that made me worry about my health. I just wanted to be sure that I was fine. The doctor left as soon as he was done with me, leaving Sophia and me to finish our conversations. We talked about random things and her life before she came to work here at the mansion. It was almost dual and she needed to do some chores before she retired for the night. I was becoming dizzy and I was on the edge of sleep when I heard another knock on the door. It took a while bef