Doctor Sleep Novel By Stephen King Novels & Stories

I hate hospitals! The hospital door opens and a doctor comes in. His white hair matches the coat he has. "How are you Mr King"He greets pulling out a clip board. "Good" I reply with a soft groan. "My head fells like it's breaking "I tell the doctor. "Well that's expected you suffered a serious head injury"The doctor says writting something down. "Please tell me your full name sir"He instructs. "Nicoli Christopher King"I reply "Tell me do you feel anything now?"He questions pulling out a smallstick

For ten minutes. To get coffee. And in that time? Someone had tried to kill him. Hours passed. The room was quiet. The doctor had filed a report. Security was reviewing footage. The hospital had launched an internal investigation. But no one had answers. And Daniel slept — not peacefully. Fitfully. His breath still shallow. And then, just before midnight, he stirred. His eyes opened. Not fully. But enough. He turned his head. Saw Sophia. And whispered, so softly she had to lean in:

I felt my sweats drip in my forehead,, but I'm feeling cold. My eyelid weighed down and let me drift into the drowsiness that was slowly consuming my body. I groaned from the pain emerging in my whole body, I tried to get up but fell in the bed enduring the head ache. It was like there's someone hammering my skull, digging my brains. Zombies are eating my brains now? Oh, how I am grateful there's still brain left in my head for zombies. “The doctor checked you while you are sleeping.” He said deeply. I was surprised at his presence standing by the window. He was now holding a wine of glass in his one hand while the other is in his pocket.

"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.

"Hello Doctor Kyle." "Hi young man" the doctor stopped writing and offered Lord Adonis a handshake. He noticed the room was colder and lord Adonis had a dark aura around him. "I don't think we've met before. Lord Adonis was pissed at the word "young man" if only the doctor in front of him knew how long he had lived. "True, this is our first time of meeting. Pardon me, I don't feel comfortable shaking other people because I suffer from mysophobia." He said declining the doctor's handshake.

I felt Nicholas shift beside me, his shoulder pressing against mine, and before I knew it, my head was resting on his shoulder. I didn’t fight it. Instead, I let myself relax, the steady rise and fall of his chest lulling me into a light doze. I don’t know how long I slept, but it felt like only minutes before I was suddenly jolted awake by the sound of footsteps approaching. I jerked my head up, wiping a bit of drool from the corner of my mouth with flushed cheeks, and blinked blearily at the doctor who had just entered the waiting room. The doctor was grinning, and I felt something in my stomach turn heavy and sour. Nicholas stiffened beside me.

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? “

Hades says soothingly, his voice passing through my head and doing its work of solace. “You’re fine” He continues and rubs my back. “The doctor’s here!” One of the servants yells. The doctor walks inside the room. He's a private doctor who’s very clean about his work and also very expensive. As he knees in front of Hades and I, the first thing he does is to check my pulse from my wrist. He sighs and glances at where I threw up. And like a psychic, he lets the words out. “You were poisoned?”

He seemed to be walking away from the bed we were on, and in that moment I hear the doctor shriek at his heaving. "Kris! What's going on?! What's wrong with you!" My ears pick up on the doctor sniffing the air as well. She shrieks again, with a gasp and whispers loudly, "SHE'S THE KINGS'!!" Her soft feet began to shuffle in a hurry and disappears off to the side. My heart begins racing. What is happening here?There's a sudden shift in the atmosphere. I hear Kris chucking vomit. His gags and heaves leaving his throat involuntarily. Why did he become so sick, I don't understand!

"A girls body was been found floating in a river with a wound in her neck. She is identified on her I.d we found in her pocket. She is Lesly Thrill currently working in a hospital. Police can't find any lead and Cctv's that time is not found. Let's hear a word from a doctor who checked on her," Waylan got shocked when the doctor who is talking from the news is Jet. "Good morning, as I check the dead body seems like she died from losing a lot of blood. I'm sorry to say this but seems like vampires are now appearing. Why? As you look on her neck seem like something sucks her blood and human is not capable of doing that." Waylan's bag suddenly fell upon hearing what Jet has said. "How can he s