Doctor Sleep Novels & Stories

Hazel and Chloe looked at him in confusion, what was with the overly happiness meeting them? They walked close to the chairs and sat in front of the doctor. “Doctor, do you know me personally? Hazel asked him politely and the doctor nodded “Not personally but your husband is my friend and patient so I knew I was recieving his wife the moment you made an appointment with your address” “Oh, Hazel opened her mouth slightly “What do you mean by he is patient? Is there something wrong with him? “Nothing much, you don’t have to worry about it” the doctor responded politely.

“I mean – if I’m not being too nosy.” “Not being nosy at all,” he said cheerfully. “You’re making conversation and hell, I know what you do.” “True.” “I’m a doctor,” he said. “Private practice now.” Jo stared at this man who wouldn’t look out of place on a magazine cover or catwalk, tried to imagine him strolling around in a white coat and with a stethoscope dangling around his neck. She utterly failed. “A doctor?” “Yep.” “Mac is actually one of the top neurologists in the country,” Zoe said. “In crazy demand too, so he travels all over doing consultations on the hardest cases, the ones that hospitals can’t handle.”

He hung up, and she put away her phone, glancing at the line. Out there, Desmond was talking to a girl in a nurse's uniform, holding his phone—probably checking the appointment. The girl nodded, and Desmond came back to the car. "It's based on online appointments," he said, opening the door. "Our number is up front. The next one should be us." Rebecca got out of the car, and Desmond continued, "I just asked some folks in line. They're here for all kinds of issues. This doctor is a general practitioner, but he's especially skilled in orthopedics."

"Hypnosis isn't my specialty. I can design a treatment plan, study the condition—but performing hypnosis… that's not my strength. "However, Dr. Dole is quite capable. He's an expert in this field; even Dr. Galen recommended him. Dr. Dole may have a penchant for small advantages, but his character is solid. He's currently staying with me, so if you need him, you can come to him anytime." Sharon's gaze softened, mingling gratitude and a hint of guilt. "Thank you, Uriah." He said nothing further, simply patted her shoulder gently—a quiet acknowledgment of her inner turmoil.

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".

the doctor said, still looking confused. “Nothing unusual? So, what can you conclude to be the cause?” Sophia asked, with her heart beating as fast as it could and anxiety written all over her face. “I can’t say what the problem is precisely for now but I can just say it might be the aftermath of the accident he was involved in some months ago. We will still run some other tests on him to ascertain the problem” the doctor said, facing Sophia.

“I don’t know why, but I feel like I need to get it checked.” Osborne laughs lightly, though the sound lacks humor. “The only health issue you have is asthma, sweetheart. Outside of that, you’re fine.” Sienna’s gaze doesn’t waver. “I still want it checked. I feel something is wrong with it." The doctor clears his throat. “I’m a neurologist, Miss Davis. I don’t specialize in cardiology. But if you’d like, I can arrange for a cardiologist to come tomorrow.” “Please,” she says firmly. “I’d appreciate that.”

a voice said. I looked up. A man was standing in front of me. He was young, maybe thirty years old. He had kind brown eyes and a gentle smile. "Are you okay?" He asked. "I am fine," I lied. "You do not look fine," he said. "You look like you need help." "I do not need anything," I said defensively. "I am not trying to bother you," the man said. "I am a doctor." He pulled out an ID badge. Dr. Andrei Sokolov. Moscow General Hospital.

sukoon was about to say something just then the doctor came into the room. "Good evening, Sukoon," he greeted, his eyes flicking from her to the monitoring equipment by her bedside. "How are you feeling today?" Sukoon's cheeks flushed slightly, her moment of vulnerability interrupted. "I'm feeling better, Doctor Dawson. Thank you." Doctor Dawson proceeded to don a pair of gloves and approached her bedside. With a stethoscope draped around his neck, he started to listen to her heartbeat, his expression focused and attentive. Sukoon watched him, her curiosity piqued despite the disappointment of the interrupted confession.

“Of course. The house is big enough for the three of us. You can call Keith if you want.” “He’s on a business trip.” We finally arrived, but not at the clinic or a hospital. “I thought—” “Osmium has its own doctor that examined their men regularly, or I can take you to the hospital if you’re not comfortable here.” “No, no, no. I wanna get it done. I wanna go home and sleep.”