Doctor Sleep Novels & Stories

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.

“Why do you keep poking her? What do you expect? Hugs and cookies?” “I just wanted to talk to her.” “You climbed a wall for a ‘talk,’” Theo snorted. “Honestly, what were you thinking?” Alexander didn’t answer, his pride wouldn’t let him. The doctor arrived shortly after, who's a family physician with over twenty years of experience and began examining him.

“Alright then, I'll just shower and get ready.” “I'm here for you my queen.” He smiled, taking the tray away. ………… Dr. Davy removed his gloves, the procedure had gone well. The patient was stable. That was the only thing that mattered. He washed his hands thoroughly, dried them, then walked down the hall to his office. Doctors liked to joke that they were gods. He never joked about it, he believed it. He sat at his desk and leaned back, exhaustion settling into his shoulders. He reached for his phone without thinking.

Sophia jumped up too. “I’m coming with you,” she said. Judy nodded. They both entered the doctor’s office. The room was bright and clean. A middle-aged woman in a white coat sat behind the desk, looking at a file. She looked up and smiled kindly. “Good morning, Mrs. Jones. Please sit.” Judy sat slowly. Sophia sat beside her, leaning forward with curiosity. The doctor looked at the papers again. Judy’s heart was pounding. “Doctor,” she said nervously, “is… is everything okay?”

Zelda walked into the nearby clinic, her heart filled with a mixture of anticipation and nerves. She had been feeling different lately, and her intuition urged her to seek medical guidance. The kindly doctor greeted her and led her into an examination room. The doctor attentively listened to Zelda as she described her recent experiences and the changes she had noticed in her body. With a gentle smile, the doctor reassured her that she was in good hands. Carefully, the doctor began to conduct a thorough examination, ensuring no detail was overlooked.

Tolu and Susan said, “Welcome,” the doctor says, “and how are you?“ he asked, “We are fine,” Susan and Tolu say, while Amanda watching them, “and this is my friend, Amanda, she is a medical doctor,” Susan says, “Amanda welcome to my office,” the doctor says, “thank you, senior doctor,” Amanda says, “What Is your specialty?“ the doctor asked, “am a gynecologist” Amanda retorted, “Fine,” he says, “have you secured a job?“ the doctor asked,

Afterward, my sister left. When the doors shut, the doctor went near to me. He sat beside the bed, glanced at the bunch of paper he was bringing before looking at me. His eyes approached mine; it looked a bit similar to the one I saw the last time. I also noticed that inside his white uniform, he was wearing a leathered clothing. "Hi Sarah, how are you?" He asked with a pleasant smile covering his face. I smiled a bit in response. He moved the papers right over the table beside him. "I am Doctor Wake Louchette. Nice to see you waking up. Good job!" He praised with an enthusiastic voice.

Doctor L nodded, his expression showing strong determination. "I'll go check on her now," Damian said as he stood. "Wait, it's not Wednesday... right?" the doctor said. "You're right, it's Saturday." "I didn't know you also work during weekends. Keep up the good work, doctor." The doctor's expression suddenly showed worry, but he kept it hidden. Damian didn't bother about the look. "Go on with what you were doing," Damian said before opening the door. "She wasn't expecting you today," Doctor L's voice followed Damian.

Chloe nodded. As the doctor dangled a pocket watch before Chloe, the latter’s eyelids gradually grew heavy and she soon fell into a drowsy state. After an unknown amount of time, she was awakened, greeted by the doctor's serious and complex expression. "I can't handle your condition. To get yourself cured, you should consult someone more specialized," the doctor said. Chloe was left stunned. The doctor she was consulting with was well-known in the field of psychology within Docwood. If even this doctor could not handle her case, did that mean she truly had a mental illness?

“I-I’m getting old. My memory isn’t very good. Maybe I got it wrong… I had some tea in the afternoon, and my head still feels foggy. I can’t remember…” “Can’t remember?” the hospital director repeated sharply. “You’ve practiced medicine for over forty years, and your reviews have always been meticulous. So why is it that today, suddenly, you can’t remember? Or has someone forced you to give false testimony?”