Doctor Who Novels & Stories

She didn't even understand what was going on in her house again! The mysterious doctor dropped his suitcase on the bed and took out what he needed to check her and fix her swollen face.. With a closer look at the doctor's face, Jasmine recognized the man in the doctor's uniform. He was a famous doctor in New York, Doctor Samuel Smith! A psychologist and brain surgeon at the renowned hospital Drew hole,

But, how could a Doctor send someone to help someone like Dominic? Surely, he wasn't just a Doctor. I should have expected that. Everybody related to Dominic is certainly not simple. Dominic rolled his eyes in response, “Whatever.” With that, the Doctor finally turned to me and raised his brow as though he were seeing me for the first time. “You must be Elena.” He pointed out with a calm smile, and I nodded. “My name is Alex Damodred. Dominic's private Doctor and friend.” Dominic spat, “When did you become my friend?”

Tall, easily over six feet, with dark hair and striking blue-gray eyes that focused on me with an intensity that made my skin warm. He wore a white coat over expensive-looking clothes, and when he extended his hand, I noticed the watch on his wrist. Definitely not something most doctors could afford. "Ms. Hartley. I'm Dr. Vincent Kane. It's nice to meet you." I stood on shaky legs and shook his hand. His grip was firm, warm. "Please, have a seat. And call me Vincent if you're comfortable with that." He settled into the chair across from me, completely at ease. He picked up my intake forms.

She stood there, in white panties, blushing, waiting. “Come here. Do you know what that is?” She tilted her head slightly, reaching out to hold the purple looking egg-like object that the doctor was holding out. It felt smooth to the touch and had a little tail on one end. She shook her head, “No, I don’t. It looks funny.”

"Argh! Where exactly is my wallet?" Reluctant to give up, the Doctor flopped down on the floor. His eyes narrowed. He searched the dark corners under the table with the help of his cell phone's flashlight. But once again, he only got a passing spider and an itchy nose. The dust was so annoying that the Doctor couldn't bear to peek under the table for long. "Doctor Jeffry?" called the nurse. "Yes?" Jeff patted his clothes, shaking off the dust. "Are you all right?"

My hand dropped from his face and I turned to leave then the door opened. A younger, handsome doctor entered the room. My eyes stayed fixed on him, my heart beating as I watched him adjust his glasses. Then he cleared his throat, breaking my out of my trance. “Hi, I'm Doctor Xavier.” His name sounded familiar. He extended his hand for a handshake and I paused, looking at him from head to toe. The hair was the same, the face structure, the voice and… Oh my God, they had the same eyes.

"Please lie down and take off your pants, sir. I'll do an examination," The Doctor said flatly while wearing latex gloves, then turned her body over professionally. "Are you read—" Luna stopped. Her eyes circled instantly. "Huh!? He... He is really my patient today?!" She thought. Luna blinked her eyes repeatedly, as if to make sure her vision wasn't playing tricks on her. "Ekhheem..." The man in front of him cleared his throat slowly, clearly deliberately.

A doctor who had his back against her as he was busy scrolling on his phone didn’t notice her coming in. “Hi, I am Emily Davis, the girl who miraculously regenerated and even I don’t know how it happened,” She finger-quoted her fingers in the air and added, “Doctor Aznar told me to come here.” The Doctor faced her and smiled. He was already in his early 40’s. The stubble on his chin is visible and his jet-black hair was now highlighted with white.

Regardless of whether we have endless companions, family, and other love ones, aren’t we all die alone? I am not saying this to elevate death or to reveal to you that the possibility of not existing is the thing that you ought to adjust to, however, I am stating this to reduce your dread or perhaps, to give you a thought of what life will be in the event that you become somebody like me. “Time of death, eight a.m,” said the physician attending to Miracle’s body. I can just gander at them from far off and couldn’t help but to recall how this scene was extremely recognizable to me.

I'm the problem! The Doctor is a nice guy though. Apparently, he's the youngest pack doctor that this Pack ever had so that means he's better than the other pack doctors before him. “Would you like to try your luck by healing that patient's wound?” He asks when he notices that I'm observing him intently as he treats one of the patients. Ashamed that I've been caught, I quickly shake my head. “Oh, no. I'm so sorry for staring, it's just so fascinating, being able to treat and heal like that and all. And even if I want to, I don't have any ounce of treating magic in me.” I admit, which is true.