Doctor X Resident Evil Novels & Stories

the other doctor apologized. “Get out of here!” Eva snapped at the doctor. As he wanted to walk to the people he was meant to deliver the message to, the other doctor gave him a form and told him to explain the reason for signing for them. “He is just a year one resident man, please forgive him” the doctor said as he left. Eva took a deep breath, a few minutes ago the damn doctor had come to announce that Mia was dead or something. Even though she didn’t allow him to finish, it felt like that was what he wanted to say.

But unlike my expectations, the reason did not put an end to his curiosity. "You...you wanted to make a medicine out of it?" A man around his forties having more strands of grey than black finally steps out of the shadows. Are you cosplaying? I wanted to ask while taking in his attire of ancient armour over red robes, a deadly sword hanging on his belt of leather. "Sort of." Chaos soon broke with multiple people hidden away from my sight starting to speak, the echoes too hard to discern. I shrank back to the wall when it grew louder and the loudest of the group finally letting me hear a clear statement. "She's a doctor!"

"I'm actually fine, Doc. I don't feel any pain, so I think I can leave." "I'm glad to hear that," the doctor replied with a smile. "Anyway, I'm Doc Jen, a resident doctor here at Aberdeen International Airport Clinic." She then looked at the chart she was holding. "We conducted some tests to determine why you lost consciousness, and as we reviewed all the results, everything appears to be normal," she said, which made me breathe a sigh of relief. But I want to congratulate you, Miss Dalton," she said, greeting me with a smile again. "Congratulations? Why, Doc?"

Just then, someone stepped forward from the crowd. "Isn’t this the doctor from yesterday, the one responsible for that botched surgery? I heard he caused his patient's death, and then committed suicide for fear of being punished. I suppose it's one life for another, but pity the victim’s family! The poor lady. So young, and already widowed by her husband's death..." Tears still streaking my face, I stood up and bowed deeply to the person who spoke.

“There are three more people who knew about this laboratory’s existence?” “Ah yeah. I forgot to tell you. Sorry.” The doctor slightly scratched his head. “I’m getting old, you know. Haha. One of them is your cousin Aquiro and my children, Professor Zyrille De Vega and Danryll, he’s a policeman in a nearby town.” “Ah. Okay.” Trestan nodded. “How about the story behind the microorganism?” “I thought you forgot about it.” Doctor De Vega sat on his chair and turned on his laptop to show Trestan some images. An image of a lady doctor who has blonde short hair, pale skin tone, and ash gray eyes.

He jerked awake so hard the doctor actually cursed out loud, which honestly felt validating because at least I was not the only one internally screaming. “What the hell,” the doctor said, staring at his fingers like they had personally betrayed him. Victor blinked once. Then twice. Then looked around like he had just woken up from the best nap of his undead life. I looked at everyone else. Alex mouth was slightly open. Jay looked like he was reconsidering every belief system he had ever adopted. River’s eyes were so wide I thought they might fall out. Jane had gone very still, which was never a good sign. And Alexandra…

A man Daniel recognized instantly. Adrian Cole. His doctor. The man who’d looked him in the eye and told him recovery would take time. Who’d spoken calmly, professionally, reassuringly. Who’d shaken Eva’s hand more than once, his touch lingering just a second too long, something Daniel had noticed but dismissed as paranoia. The photograph shook in Daniel’s grip. “No,” he said hoarsely. Christopher’s voice stayed steady. “Dr. Adrian Cole. Cardiothoracic specialist. Your Doctor.” Daniel’s chest tightened painfully.

His eyes dropped to my chest for a second, then back to my face. The tension in the room grew thick. I could feel my body responding to him even through the pain — a warm pull low in my belly. This was crazy. I barely knew the man, and here I was, lying in a hospital bed with a broken leg, getting turned on by my doctor. “Dr. Black—” “Ethan,” he corrected. “When we’re alone like this, call me Ethan.” My heart raced. “Ethan… this is probably normal for you. Saving people. Having them look at you like you’re some kind of hero.”

He must be exhausted, and for a moment, I am preoccupied with the thought that he stopped breathing, and I crane my neck to check him out. It looks like he isn’t breathing anymore, and panic expands in my chest, getting my heart to beat faster, but just as I hold out my hand to feel his pulse, he inhales a lot of air and reopens his eyes. I slump back into my seat as he turns his head towards me, smiling. “So, you are a doctor. I always knew that you were a very special one.” Redirecting his eyes to the ceiling, he sighs, “Really intelligent.”

“It is not a compulsion to believe me. I have told you, I am the doctor. If you had been smart enough, instead of dragging and bantering words with me, you would have looked up the name 'Rory Aldrich' on the internet and seen that the same person you will see there is the same person standing before you. But while you can decide to believe whatever you like, I will do my best to save the lives of all the patients affected by the plague,” I turned to Felix briefly before turning back to the elder,” I am a doctor and saving lives is what I do. Believe it or not, I am no longer just Isadora's sister neither am I just your Alpha's ex lover, I am Dr. Rory Aldrich and I would be thrilled if you ac