Novel & Cerita Doctor X Resident Evil

When we arrived, I gave my mother a moment to hug Maeve, mostly because I know that she’s tapping into her, checking on her health. ‘She’s fine, Xander, but let’s have the doctor confirm,” my mother says in our mind link, helping me to relax. I walk in and the nurse is waiting for us. “This way, Alpha,” she says and I carry my mate to the room where the doctor is already getting set up. “Hello Maeve, I’m Dr. Teresa. Let’s take a look at you. While I’m getting set up, why don’t you tell me about your symptoms,” the doctor says.

Xavier resisted the urge to wipe the passive look on the doctor's face as he discussed death like it was the weather but remembering that he had witnessed so many that it paled in severity, he looked away. "Whatever is really going on needs to be resolved soon. Floors don't have fingerprints and sperm was found in her private parts and the use of force was detected." Xavier shuddered. "Just saying." He muttered and left before Maya could act on the urge to jump him, ruin his well-ironed scrubs and order him not to talk about something so brutal, so cold so casually, and with such nonchalance. "I hate him," Xavier whispered. "Yes, that doctor is something."

{Dominic} The doctor ahead of me turned sharply at the sound of my voice. I caught a glimpse of his ID badge clipped to the front of his coat, Dr. Kellan Marris, Department of Experimental Medicine. “Turn the wheelchair around,” I said, nodding toward the figure he was briskly pushing down the hallway. Dr. Marris paused, clearly trying to assess just how serious I was. “Alpha, I don’t think—” “I wasn’t asking,” I said, looking him dead in the eye so he would understand how serious I was being.

"Dr. Helena Grant. First-year res⁠ident." "First-year," Dr‍. Harris‌on repeated in a di​sm⁠issive tone. "Miss..⁠. Grant, is it? I appre⁠ciate your enth‌usiasm​,‌ but th‌is pa⁠tient h⁠as been und‌er my care for d‌ays. I think I k‌now what I'm doing."

“You’ll hear directly from the doctor. Is that okay?” “Yes,” I said quickly. “Please.” A moment later, a new voice came through. “Good evening, madam. I am Doctor Benjamin.” I glanced at River, who hadn’t taken her eyes off me. “Good evening,” I said. “I’m Savannah.” There were no pleasantries after that. No small talk. No easing me into it. And that was the first sign something was wrong. “We ran a toxicology screen on Roman’s blood,” the doctor said.

Xavier’s mother had returned to his apartment to do laundry. After unbuttoning his shirt, Alice stepped aside. The doctor moved closer and leaned in. Tall and elegant, with sleek dark hair tied into a polished low bun, the doctor was beautiful. A little older, but definitely still a beauty. The doctor smiled at Xavier first. “Well,” she said smoothly. “Let’s check on our brave patient.” The doctor’s gloved hands pressed along Xavier’s chest—professional, but her gaze lingered. “Very good healing,” she murmured. “Your muscle density helps. Strong body.”

I kept my expression neutral, but my thoughts were anything but. We owe him more than I can ever repay. If only Dominic knew. If he knew why Killian had been standing in that parking lot in the first place. Why he’d been close enough to catch me before I fell. Before I could ask another question, there was a gentle knock at the door. A tall, grey-haired doctor stepped inside, a tablet tucked beneath one arm. “Good morning, Mrs. Reyes.” He smiled warmly as he approached the bed. “It’s nice to see you awake. I’m Dr. Harrison.”

"You heard me Alpha Richard. Take of the shirt." "Why should I?" He asked in an affronted manner. "Look Alpha Richard, I'm the Doctor here and I have absolutely no other purposes other than to do just that. If you’re asking,” I huffed, placing my hands on my waist, “It's because I had to check the wound you seem to be hiding under that shirt. You may not have noticed but it’s open and bleeding onto your shirt right now." I said. I could see the look of astonishment and realization as he looked down carefully to see it doing just that.

Behind him, Valeria looks like she’s going to pass out. “Rafael Hollis, sir,” he introduces himself, flashing me a wide smile. “I’m a resident doctor here.” “I can see that,” I say, gripping his hand. “So, it’s normal to have workplace relationships here?” I can’t help myself. I know I shouldn’t have asked that because now Valeria is glaring at me like she wants to tear my head off, but it’s already out. Might as well roll with it. “I’m only playing with you,” I say, but I still have his hand in a vice grip. “How long have you two been together?”

Dexter's POV: Stepping outside that damn forsaken room, I could still feel that bloody doctor's eyes glaring daggers into me. What the fuck is her deal? Her scrutinizing eyes make me want to beat the fuck out of her. She thinks she knows something, but she should know. Curiosity killed the cat. I will fucking kill her and anyone who stands in my way when it comes to my El. They can fucking have those ugly fucking babies for all I care. I just want El and I to get out of here right the fuck now. But that nosy ass doctor won't let us. If I had it my way, I'd rip her fucking head right where she stood. If only she wasn't fucking hot, making me want to fuck her against those doors until she scre