Doctor Sleep Novels & Stories

A male doctor stood there and said. "My check has always been done by Doctor Sophia." She said as she stood there looking at the few doctors with a strange expressions. One of them was even pushing a wheelchair. What a wheelchair for? "Oh, Doctor Sophia is busy now, she told us to help as she forgot to do a check that time." "Is that so?" She looked at them in confusion. Behind them was a doctor wearing a big mask. He had his head lowered and his face hidden under his short black hair. Suddenly, the doctor raised his eyes slightly.

Then the doctor approached us after we sanitized our hand. “ Good morning to both of you Ma’am, I am Doctor John Albright, I specialize in neurology. I was specially assigned to take care and monitor the condition of Mr. Clyde Harlington.” He offered his hand to both of us while we thanked him in return. “ You must be Mrs. Harlington?” He asked and I nodded. “ That’s right, and this is my husband’s mother.” I spoke “ Right, So i will go straight to the point here.” he said while arranging his eyeglasses.

he inquired earnestly. The doctor let out a silent sigh in defeat. "I can't tell without confirmation. I need to be sure, but I want to assure you that we are looking into every aspect of his care to understand what really happened. However, I need more time to gather more information before I can provide a detailed explanation."

They say this doctor is proficient in orthopedics and post-injury recovery, and many Olympic champions have done rehabilitation with him. With Egbert's status, it was natural to seek the most famous doctors. What Katt described sounded more like an internet fad. Additionally, insomnia and hair loss fell under internal medicine, while orthopedics was more akin to surgery; they simply weren't comparable. Egbert looked at Katt with a hint of skepticism, almost as if he was asking, "Have you and your husband started engaging in pyramid schemes?" "Alright, then we hope your son recovers quickly!" Katt was a socialite and immediately understood Egbert's polite refusal.

she whined. That night, I could barely sleep. The thought of being a father, the fear of being found kept me awake. Sophia lay in my arms, her head on my shoulders, and she slept calmly. The next day, we went to the doctor’s clinic. It was not far from the apartment. The short small woman was waiting for us outside the clinic. “Hello,” she shook my hand firmly. “Dr. Sarah Martinez.” She looked at Sophia. “Let's take you in,” she said, holding Sophia's hands. I followed the two women inside, and we got to her office.

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.

Cristofer was silent. “By the way, how’s your mental state these days? Your mental problem seemed to be very serious before. Have you ever been suicidal recently?” “Not at all,” Cristofer quickly responded, “All I think about daily is my work.” “Perhaps work could serve as a valuable therapeutic option for you,” the Doctor sighed, nodding in acknowledgment. “Mr. Hans, despite the report indicating no other health issues, you must still prioritize self-care.” “Understood. Thank you, Doctor,” Cristofer expressed his gratitude before departing, clutching his medical report.

Something that looks a lot like family. Sophia was sitting upright, her fingers gripping the edge of her seat tightly. She was in the doctor's office and Damien sat beside her closely. Close enough but their body was not touching. She could feel the air in the doctor’s office felt too still and heavy unlike the fresh air outside the wall. The doctor was hesitating to speak and that making Sophia feel uncomfortable makes her chest feel tighter. “Any problem doctor?... Please just say it”. Sophia said quietly. The doctor took a brief breath in and out and nodded.

I kept my head down and focused on my patients. But during my lunch break, I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling. Sophia’s lifestyle didn’t add up. Even as a doctor, her spending seemed excessive. The constant deliveries, the private phone calls during work hours, the way she flashed new jewelry every few days — it was too much for a normal salary. I waited until the lounge emptied a little, then quietly logged into the hospital’s internal admin system under the pretense of checking patient billing records. My hands were slightly shaking as I typed Sophia’s name.

I shut the door behind us. "My lovely wife, Raina...Raina this is Doctor Steve, he is a neurosurgeon and he is Dr. John, the dermatologist, and Dr. Riyaz, a neurosurgeon." I shake my hands with all the doctors and smiled politely at them. None of them look much old, maybe they are in their late 30s or in their early 40s. "You are very pretty, Raina". Dr. Riyaz the man of color said.