Doctor Who Promise Novels & Stories

It was red, and my hand left a visible mark on his skin. "I-I forgive him, doctor," I finally answered. "Why that fast? I'm having fun doing this." I heard Doctor Chelsea murmur as she leaned a little toward me, and she eventually turned to Felicity. "You're lucky your best friend is nice. Anyway, will you do it again?” the doctor asked him. "I swear to heaven and earth, I will not do it again! I don't want to die the next time I do it!" he replied loudly to us. He even raised his left hand to make a promise while his right hand was placed on his chest.

For a long time, I couldn't gather myself. Around me came some excited gossip. "Did you see? Don Brasco was holding Carmilla the whole time. He called every gynecologist in the hospital. He looked terrified; that's true love, isn't it?" "And the other patient in that room—she was in the ICU for days. They almost couldn't save her. Don Brasco didn't visit her once." The chatter stopped as the ward door opened. Mario came in carrying half a bowl of rice porridge and an apple, already bitten—half for him, half for Carmilla. He moved to feed me.

"Please, honey. He needs you stronger." "Okay." She sniffed. "Just you come back alive and whole." She held James's hands. "Promise me to get Zara and yourself to safety then come back. We still have that treatment to try out. Promise me you and Zara would go with me to my next doctor's appointment." "I promise, ma" He strolled to where I stood. "Phew. That's over and done with. They're all acting as if I'm going to die in a war. " He rolled his eyes.

Not please don't leave or I need you to stay, just the direct instruction of a six year old who had decided the request period was over and we were now in the era of clear directives. "I won't," I said. "Promise." "I promise," I said. She hung up. I sat with the phone in my lap and the tea in my hand and I thought about promises and what they cost and what they were worth and I decided, sitting in a plastic chair with sand in my shoes in a regional hospital waiting room, that this one was worth everything. The doctor came out an hour later.

"Promise you won't kill me. If I tell you... you have to let me go." I let out a cold scoff and looked up at Dante, who was watching me curiously, clearly leaving it to me to handle negotiation. "I'm a doctor, Maria," I said, turning back to her and letting a small, fake smile touch my lips. "I prefer to save lives, not take them. As long as you tell me the truth, the absolute truth, I’ll make sure you leave this island alive. You can go, and you can never return. That is my promise to you."

"You’ll be the only wife I’ll ever have." He’d called it protection when he insisted our wedding be small, stripped of guests and ceremony. "The Foster name draws too many enemies in business. For your safety, it has to be simple. One day, I’ll make it up to you with the grandest wedding the world has ever seen." Even our marriage certificate had been handled quietly by his assistant. Now, the doctor’s words and the nurse’s gossip pounded in my ears like nails. A terrifying suspicion clawed its way into my chest.

He saw the tears I had not wiped away, feeling sorry for me. "I'm sorry, my dear. I didn't mean to say those things earlier, I never thought you deserved any of that..." Maverick heard him and stormed over, grabbing Alfred by the collar, fuming. "Alfred, you dare to look down on her? Did you forget what you promised me? You said you cared about Helen, that you'd never look down on her, and now, after such a short time, you dare to bring up that incident to shame her?"

He shook his head, "I'm a mess." "Then let me do that. Let me protect you this time. If you try and it doesn't work out, then I'll protect you for the rest of my life. But first, you have to just try? Hmm? Promise me?" She asked and he sighed, his eyes glassy and a tear slipped off. Alexandra stared at him with teary eyes waiting for his reply. She was pleading, begging for him to just be him. "I promise." He whispered. A grateful sigh escaped Alexandra's lips and she rubbed his face fondly, "I will help you."

I say, squeezing his hands the moment he rests them again on the bed. I know he is still feeling uneasy even after the Doctor assured him that there are chances. But he wants to witness the results himself, and only then might he feel a bit relaxed. “Emily,” he mutters, gazing at our interwined fingers. “Can you promise me something?” I blink cluelessly. “What?” “Can you promise me that you will never ever push me again when you feel burdened by your problems? You will never push me again. When you feel uneasy, no matter how hard it is to overcome?”

He didn’t even look at Dominic and pretended as though he hadn’t heard a word that was said. Dominic wasn’t deterred. He simply sat down and hung his head. Mr. Parker finally relented. "Alright, enough. The fact that you’ve come to your senses is already a blessing from above. Once you’ve recovered, report to the company." But Dominic did not get up. He remained where he was, his posture straight and resolute as he looked at them with unwavering determination. "Can I postpone that by two months? I’d like to get married first."