Doctor Who: The Hand Of Fear นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Something that resembled fury sparkled in his eyes. The man he called Lucas let my hand go. My hands instantly dropped to my lap like withered leaves. I looked down on my hands and found my wrists sore and red. The imprints of his grip left a mark on my skin. My fingers gently massaged the spot where his hands had been to ease the pain. The Doctor strode to my direction with his lips set into a firm line. He said nothing as he approached the bed. He walked past the first man without saying a thing.

The doctor’s face turned ghostly pale, his hands shaking as he stammered. “Mr Dontrel. Your wife will be fine, I swear it! Please… don’t hurt me. Let’s discuss this like gentlemen.” His fear bled through every word, a trembling mess of desperation. Panic clawed at him because I locked the door, and I could taste it, thick in the air. But none of it mattered. He wasn’t the one I was after. His terror was nothing but a distant noise I couldn’t be bothered to hear.

How dare a mere Pack’s Doctor touch my possession! Caught up with madness, I barged inside, and the door broke. The Doctor turned towards me to offer a salutation. However, my impulsive action rendered his gesture futile as I swiftly lunged toward him and seized his collar in an upward motion. My arm was now covered in fur, and my claws had become sharpened. With great force, I grasped his neck and tightened my grip. Using significant force, I forcefully pressed him against the wall with my hand, constricting his neck. Despite this, upon examining his countenance, he appeared to flinch noiselessly as if he was not experiencing any discomfort.

With a shaky uncontrolled motion, he starts pouring the whiskey into a glass, looking up to me as he downs the shot in one. “Doctor, I need you to focus.” I growl out in warning. “I am, but I need some courage…” “Enough!” I roar out, my patience wearing thin. “You better start talking or so help me Goddess I…” An ominous sensation washes over me, one similar to dread. Something has changed about the doctor, his eyes that held fear for my actions now hold fear for his life as he grips onto his throat. “Doctor Bind?” “I…I…help me…” He gasps out just as he collapses over his desk.

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.

Chapter 57 “What do you think?” Dora asked pointing her gun at the Doctor “He is going to be okay, the cuts are cleaned and ain't that deep, he will okay” the Scared Doctor said. Dora finally lowered her gun letting out a sign “Am sorry” she said, she knew she had been rude to him considering he was helping her but she was scared, “Should I give him something to help him with the pain, he might wake up soon, It will also help him to get some sleep” the Doctor suggested, he now looked a little less scared unlike before,

"Which hand did you touch her with?" The iceberg-like aura around Vince's body frightened the doctor, and his body instantly prostrated even lower, trembling as he extended his right hand. "Ah--" there was a scream, the doctor's face was pale, and cold sweat seeping from his forehead. Vince's foot was so hard that he stepped on the doctor's right hand. "You should be glad you're our family's personal doctor, otherwise your hand would have left your body by now." Vince's foot rubbed hard on the doctor's hand a few times. The doctor gritted his teeth to keep himself from screaming out.

he said. "Do what you want." "Jane." "I get it." I looked up. "I'm not arguing. Put whoever you want on the door." He studied my face. "You're scared." "I'm a doctor who just opened a box with a severed finger in it. Yes. I'm scared." He crossed the room. Crouched in front of me, so we were eye level, the same way he did when fear, tension, and anger left me exposed and shaken. “You don't have to be afraid. I will find out who did this. And when I do—"

His eyes flicked downward, and I followed his gaze under the table, where his hand was reaching for something. A scalpel. I smiled. “You think your hand will reach that faster than Asher pulls the trigger?” I asked mildly. It was the same question I asked Emilio. Why did they always feel threatened? As expected, the Doctor’s hand froze mid-air. Asher chuckled and nudged the gun harder into his skull. “Bad math, Doc.” The door burst open. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?” Doctor Ivan looked relieved, then horrified, then confused, because the man who stormed in was Dr. Syl, the hospital's acting head. He had about four other Doctors behind him.

"Which hand did you touch her with?" The iceberg-like aura around Vince's body frightened the doctor, and his body instantly prostrated even lower, trembling as he extended his right hand. "Ah--" there was a scream, the doctor's face was pale, and cold sweat seeping from his forehead. Vince's foot was so hard that he stepped on the doctor's right hand. "You should be glad you're our family's personal doctor, otherwise your hand would have left your body by now." Vince's foot rubbed hard on the doctor's hand a few times. The doctor gritted his teeth to keep himself from screaming out.