Doctor Who Don't Blink Quote Novels & Stories

But when darkness sets in, it makes way for a starry night, which then makes us believe in those little things called miracles. And with miracles in mind, another two days pass. There is, what the Doctor is getting overexcited about, a slight decrease in the pressure on his brain. So the very moment, he said that there was not one dry eye in the room, for we all started to believe in something new called faith. Just when we were all starting to lose hope, and everything started to seem dire and bleak, our hearts that were slowly dying, found that silver lining that was pushing through the dark clouds.

In a state of frustration, he shouted, “Once I get out of here, it’s over for you people. Now, Get. Out. Of. My. Room.” The Doctor sighed for God knows how many times. His old eyes had a look of fatherly helplessness whose child wouldn’t listen to him. With a much calmer tone, he said,

I stuttered, my voice barely above a whisper. “See what?” The nurse asked, her eyes searching for whatever I was sprouting. “She blinked.” I muttered convincingly. Maybe I was trying to convince myself or them. I don’t know, but I was sure she blinked. “That’s impossible. You’re just imagining it”. The doctor chuckled. “Yes, she blinked again.” Zion consented, and they looked at us as if we were crazy. If I didn’t know better, I would think I was imagining it, but I’m sure the doctors would rule it out with both of us imagining it.

So whatever happens, don’t panic. Uh, miss? said the Doctor. Look here. For a second, I twitched and looked at Alpha Damien with fear in my eyes. He took my two hands in his and gazed into my eyes to remind me I was okay, and nodded his head. There was no way around it, so I took a deep breath and accepted my fate. My gaze slowly moved toward my foot. I stared at my foot, which was not gruesome whatsoever, but completely and utterly fine. Not even a single scratch.

Beautiful! “I'm… I'm…” My throat went dry all of a sudden. My mind went blank. What had the doctor asked? ‘Oh Lord!’ “You need some more time to rest, Dorian. Close your eyes.” The doctor said softly as his right hand swept my eyes shut. They remained there too. ‘Wait… What’s that?’ A cold sting kissed my arm, sharp and sudden. My eyelids, though heavy, fluttered. My muscles tensed instinctively. No… wait… My breath hitched.

I blinked. I looked like a robot. I was sitting for the first time and blinking. That’s all I could do, nothing else. I was trying to speak or move but the doctor seemed to be focused on his file and checking everywhere else rather than paying attention to my need for communication. I wanted him to look at my face. “You are doing great,” he smiled. I blinked a couple of times like I had seen in the movies. “Help,” I breathed out. He placed his torch pen in his chest pocket and finally looked at me after taking his precious time.

KANE’s POV "He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how." — Friedrich Nietzsche “Doctor, how is she?” I ask the moment the elderly man in a white coat steps out from behind the dark mahogany door. He looks at me and pushes the round rimless glass up to the bridge of his crooked nose, silently shaking his wintry white head. I feel my gut clench. Why is he shaking his head?

he repeated, his words hanging in the silence. My heart stopped. The room felt suffocating. I didn’t cry—never—but I could feel my control slipping. I had to say something, fight back. But nothing came. I removed my suit jacket and placed it on the table, sweat pouring despite the air conditioner. Time stopped. I don’t know how long I stared at him, but everything felt frozen. My world shattered in front of me. The doctor sighed. “I need you to be strong, Mr Blade.” His professional tone only infuriated me. I imagined killing him a thousand times, but in reality, he was just as tense—choosing his words carefully to stay alive.

Unblinking. “Step forward.”

Lucas brought out his phone and showed the Doctor a photo. The Doctor's eyes widened with realization before he put on a confused look. Staring back and forth between Lucas and the phone's screen, he opened his mouth but no words came out for a while. Finally, the Doctor cleared his throat and said, “No, Mr. Harrison. I'm afraid this lady didn't come to this hospital.” “Heidi didn't come?” Lucas gave him a skeptical look. The Doctor nodded rapidly, scratching his head. “She didn't come here. Maybe she went to a different hospital.”