Doctor Sleep By Stephen King Novels & Stories

You can’t run an establishment like this without getting your own doctor, or else you risk being exposed, and as powerful as I know Dante to be, I don’t think even he could afford the scandal that’ll come with that. “Is there something you’d like to eat? You’ve been out for a few days.” The doctor asked, peering at me carefully. I said nothing, pulling the covers over me, willing the feeling of nothingness to consume me. It didn’t come, and the room remained deathly quiet till I heard the sound of his shoes retreating and the door shutting behind him. —————————————————————————— I woke up feeling slightly better, the headache had greatly reduced and it didn’t hurt to look at the light anymore

With trembling hands, I pushed it open and stepped inside, my breath catching in my throat at the sight before me. There, in the center of the room, my Dora, sleeping peacefully in her crib, her tiny chest rising and falling in rhythmic harmony. Relief flooded through me like a tidal wave as I approached her, my eyes brimming with tears of joy and desperation. But my moment of solace was short-lived as the doctor, a middle-aged man with thinning hair and glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, stepped forward to block my path. "You can't be in here," he said, his voice trembling with fear and disbelief. "It's impossible for there to be a silver wolf in existence."

They were preparing to leave as soon as he returned from the doctor's office. Her father noticed her somber expression as she sat at the edge of the bed. "Is everything alright, you look downtrodden?" he asked gently, taking a seat beside her. "The doctor said there's no health risk and you don't have any infection. He was quite surprised at how fast you've healed." Stephanie's eyes widened in alarm. "Does he suspect anything?" she asked, with concern. She had been unconscious when she arrived at the hospital and hadn't been able to determine if it was a human hospital or not.

The doctor was sleeping on the bed on her stomach with her shoes on and her mouth opens wide with a small drool on left of her cheek. Nathan closed the door behind him and walked closer to her. She was sleeping without any care of the world. Nathan leaned forward and slowly placed his finger on her cheek and softly caress it. Her skin was baby-soft and was very much appealing to him... “Doctor.” He called out in his normal tone but Sophia didn’t move an inch. “Doctor wake up quickly!” He said loudly this time but still the same response. “Sophia!!” His voice boomed in the room but much to his amazement, Doctor still didn’t get up.

Let him remind me with his hands and his words that my body was not something to be ashamed of. But even in his arms, the fear lingered. Ryan was still out there. Sophia was still plotting. Richard Black was still pulling strings. And the threats were getting closer every single day. I closed my eyes and held onto Ethan tighter, wondering how much longer we could keep fighting before something finally broke us. [If you’re enjoying The Doctor’s Voluptuous Patient so far, please drop a comment and hit thumbs up! It really helps me know and keeps me motivated. ❤️ Thank you!]

For a moment, he sighed and then raised the frames of his drooping glasses to the bridge of his droopy nose. “Please come in, Madam. See! It's a miracle. Your husband is awake and able to speak normally." The doctor stepped out after tapping my shoulder a few times. We look. The doctor's height made me have to look up a little to freely see his face. The wind whistled in my ear. I flinched and turned my gaze to the corner of the room. "Jack!" I cried to myself when I found a man with bare chest and piercing eyes standing like a silhouette in the corner of Kevin's treatment room.

It wasn't the most glamorous job, but it paid little bills. But now, with her mother's illness, Sophia felt like her whole world was being turned upside down. Finally, after what felt like eternity, a middle-aged doctor with a kind face emerged from the doorway. "Sophia, right? I'm Dr Thomas. I've been taking care of your mother." Sophia nodded, standing up to greet the doctor. "Yes, that's me. How is she?" Dr Thomas led Sophia to a quiet corner of the waiting room. "Please, have a seat. I want to talk to you about your mother's condition".

“Don’t touch me! I’m exhausted—exhausted—from Valeria Montesino, from your guilt, from the whole collection of silences you used to run me over. I’m always the one who pays. Always.” The door swung open. Federico Klein appeared first, with that the-house-is-on-fire-and-I’m-carrying-buckets look on his face. Behind him came Dr. Stephen Hale—his gaze exact, his posture respectful—and, just behind him, Smith, stiff and uncomfortable, as if science itself had decided to cover its ears. “Sofía, enough,” Klein said gently but firmly, placing his hands on my arms. “Breathe. You can’t talk like this in your condition. You’re going to regret some of those words.”

Lucas. The doctor's eyes widened at Sophia's question because he wasn't expecting it. The shock in his eyes was abruptly replaced with confidence as he shook his head, “No miss Kingsley," he gestured his hand as she spoke, “I am just doing my job as a doctor by saving lives. I don't know what you are talking about," he said confidently. Damian held Sophia by her shoulders, turning her around curtly as she faced him, “Aren't you tired of slandering everyone you feel like? Huh?" He yelled in her face, fury evident in his eyes as he glared at Sophia.

Draven ordered, his voice steady and unwavering as he stepped forward. The doctor hesitated, his hands shaking. “Are you sure, Vampire King?” the doctor asked cautiously, eyes flickering with doubt. Draven’s eyes darkened dangerously as he stared the man down. “I don’t like repeating myself. Unless you’ve suddenly developed a problem with your ears… do you have a problem with your ears?” His voice was low, lethal. The doctor swallowed hard, quickly shaking his head. “No, Vampire King. I hear you perfectly.”