Doctor Who X Reader Novels & Stories

The doctors inquire from the hunter, who is deep in thoughts of his own. "Hello?!" The doctor waves his hands Infront of the hunter's face and taps him back to present. "Mr. Xander? That name sounds familiar. Wait a minute, I remember!" He snap his fingers. "When I first saw her, she also mentioned the same name and am just recalling now, you have a smart phone right sir, please help me with it, please?" The hunter asks so calmly. "Sure. Here it is." He hands his phone over to the hunter. "But you've got to make it a quick one because I've got other patients to attend to."

He looked at the rest of the lads, "All of you. You all brought back that light inside of her and I'm very thankful." "Aw shucks, it was nothin'!" Zack exclaimed which made us all laugh. Something we definitely needed at that moment. But the moment was short. "Mr Secter?" My eyes travelled to where I was called. Everyone silenced as I got up and faced the Doctor. "How is she?" I asked impatiently, scared. The doctor looked at me for a couple of seconds before sighing. He was going to carry on and say something when Xavier came up from behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder which made the doctor look back at him in silence.

Everyone clapped. “Now some people might think this is just fancy prostitution, but this is more than meets the eye. The Sex Doctor is about relieving the stresses of everyday life. Sex is very therapeutic and can have amazingly positive effects on ones everyday life. This is also about fulfilling fantasies and making dreams come to reality. In doing so I promise to help many charities along my journey and want to make a huge impact on this community.”

Pain darkened her eyes, and I didn’t want to add to that. The air carried the faint metallic bite of blood, and beneath it, the sharp tang of fear rolling off of the three females who were just shit out of luck. Aria’s breaths came out shallow and uneven, a sound that made my chest tighten. Jericho paced inside me, wanting nothing more than to be let out. The door opened hard against the wall. Dr. Xand strode in, his white coat flaring behind him, his expression set in that detached precision I had learned to recognize as his battlefield face. Cleo followed, her hands already moved with purpose.

But she remained still, as though trapped between two worlds. Suddenly, the door creaked open again, and the same doctor who had performed the surgery stepped in. His expression was more serious this time, eyes heavy with something deeper than just exhaustion. Xander stood up immediately, heart leaping into his throat. “Mr. Xander,” the doctor said quietly, “we need to talk.” A chill ran through Xander. He followed the doctor out of the room and into a small consultation office nearby. The walls were bare except for a few charts, and the ticking of the wall clock made the silence feel even more suffocating.

Well, if I thought the pictures that were in that magazine were something to behold, this Doctor has some weird idea of what he believes is art on the walls. Jenna gently squeezes my hand as she sees the fear of hell creep into my eyes, "Baby, it is going to be fine. You will get used to it after all the books you are going to read." "Me? Read? The only thing I am reading is the morning paper." And I should not have said that; she bursts out in tears while the Doctor only looks at us laughing. He shakes his head and shows for us to sit down.

“Tell me what’s going on with Maya.” His tone wasn’t loud. It was soft. Deadly. Dr. Harper’s fingers curled slightly. “I can’t,” she said, forcing the words out evenly. “With all due respect—” She had unknowingly changed her tone. “With all due respect, Doctor,” Xander said, his voice colder now. “This is your last chance.” Their eyes locked. Dr. Harper swallowed. Xander didn’t say another word. He pulled out his phone. I’m at Dr. Harper’s office. Come quickly.

“I can see the odds. I just… don’t like that there’s no real choice.” “There rarely is,” he said. “Only the illusion of one.” Silence stretched again, calmer this time, less sharp like our encounter in the hallway. It must be the sea that’s urging us into stillness because I don’t know where I and Xander ever spoke calmly. Then Xander reached into his jacket and pulled out a document. My body tensed instantly. “No,” I said at once. “Absolutely not.” He arched a brow. “You haven’t even seen it.”

Xander quickly stood up and shouted at the door, "Doctor! Doctor!" Several doctors rushed into the ward. After the nurses brought Xander out, the lights above the ICU turned on again. Xander waited anxiously in the corridor. His heart pounded as he watched the time tick by on his watch. There was even an echo in this corridor. Right now, he wanted to capture Thaddeus and Amy, beat them up, and parade them around the streets after stripping them of what they had. He wouldn't show mercy to anyone who harmed his cousin.

It was not like him to just ramble on about something, surely he must have been missing his show but Eleanor wondered if that only was the case. x - x - x The Sex Doctor show had returned after a break of 15 minutes, during which Tristan could only imagine what Roth would have done as a pang of jealousy hit him. He had recognized Eleanor’s voice so he knew that now Eleanor had replaced him in the control room. Tristan paid attention as Eleanor introduced a new caller on the show, whose voice seemed a little too familiar, “Hello doctor, I am somewhat new in town and this is my first time listening to your show, but I have a feeling that I will be a regular afterwards.”