Doctor Sleep Novels & Stories

the doctor explained. Sophia turned to the doctor. "Let me give it a try!" The doctor, usually stationed on the seventh floor and unfamiliar with Sophia, was perplexed. "Try? What do you mean? Do you mean to perform the surgery yourself?" Sophia smiled. "I don't do surgery, but I'm skilled in acupuncture." The doctor was even more surprised. "Acupuncture? I won't say no, but I absolve any responsibility if anything goes wrong." "She's affiliated with your hospital. Don't you recognize her?" Elliot intervened.

The doctor said, trying not to stutter and keep her professionalism in check. The doctors and the nurses that had experienced this were really not even believing; they had really never seen such a thing in their hospital, and it was really so scary. “Does that mean she has a strong wolf? What the hell does this mean? Or are the doctors really playing pranks on them? Sophia said inwardly as she tried to understand what the doctor had said. “Can we see her now?” Sophia asked the doctor, and Alpha Nelson looked at her with a warning hard stare.

Joseph POV. “When will he wake up,” I asked sternly looking, at the old aged doctor. “Sir, He is in a coma, we don't know when he will wake up,” the Doctor said with a low voice. “Listen I am paying you, Mr D'Souza, I am fucking paying you double but here what am I getting in return?” I asked. “Sir, it's not like he is not recovering. In the last five years, he got conscious many times” He argued.

Xavier asked with a frown. “A hiccup? Why wasn't I told about that? I'll make a call to Meyo Clinic to verify this." Zeke retrieved his phone. "Dr. Sowle, the only Drakonian doctor on the team, is an old friend of mine," he said smugly while dialing a number. Soon, the call was answered. “Dr. Sowle, hello!” While Zeke exchanged pleasantries with Dr. Sowle, Jennifer logged onto Meyo Clinic's official website. There was indeed a Drakonian doctor named Lancelot Sowle on Meyo Clinic's medical team.

He said. The doctor's eyes flickered and darted around hesitantly, it wasn't like him or his profession to tell lies so smoothly and Dolph's persistence almost threw him off guard. ‘’Don't worry, beta Dolph, it's just fatigue, with these drugs she would be perfectly fine." He replied and bowed his head. "I have to leave, I'll drop by soon to check on her again." Dolph nodded and watched him leave, why wasn't the doctor walking with the confidence he usually carried? Why was his head bowed and why did his hands seem to be unsteady?

The door opened, and the doctor stepped in, clipboard in hand. He was a middle aged man with a calm demeanor, but his expression was professional and unreadable as he approached Sophia’s bedside. “Miss Sophia,” he began, glancing at the chart, “the good news is that the CT scan shows no significant trauma. You did hit your head, but there’s no concussion or lasting damage. However...” Sophia perked up, her face painted with a mix of curiosity and worry. “However?” The doctor adjusted his glasses and hesitated for a moment before continuing. “You’ll need to take better care of yourself moving forward, especially given your condition.”

“And you’re the only practicing osteopathic doctor here? Really?” “Pretty much. Only doctor in town, period. Probably three on the entire planet. I mean sure, there’s lots of nurses and orderlies, but not a whole lot of specialists.” “That’s not good. Hell, that sounds incredibly stressful.” “You don’t even know the half of it. Anyone who’s sick in the other settlements are forced to make the journey here to find treatment. If they make it here at all…” The doctor looked away momentarily, perhaps out of shame or sadness or regret or all three.

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.

Christofides family doctor had the bedside manner of a traffic warden and the hands of a locksmith. He was small, square guy in signature thick glasses that always looked as if they were disappointed in him. He came in and rolled his sleeves with the same emotion other men reserve for washing their socks. The guy’s name was Dr. Theo Karamannis but everyone called him “Doc” the way people call storms “bad weather” as if the term covers it.

I said to Luke, rising from my chair. "Magnus, so I was saying something," Sophie called me. "I'm sure whatever you want to tell me can wait. Let's go hear what this doctor has to say." On getting outside, I was confronted with the sight of the most unusual doctor I had seen. He was a bit younger than I was used to seeing in his profession but he had bright intelligent eyes behind thin rimmed glasses. He was dressed in a pristine white coat too. He managed to carry it with an air of confidence. Everything about his appearance was immaculate too, with the exception of his attire, he could easily pass for a model with his handsome carriage. I liked the look about him. It exudes professionalism