Doctor X Resident Evil の小説・ストーリー

Unfortunately, it turned out to be something he had always avoided. "I can only accept to speak with you if you assure me that this is gonna be the last time you will bring such discussion to me. I am sick and tired of speaking about Dexter. The mention of his name sounds quite irritating to me. " Doctor Escobar stated his demand without blinking his eyes just to prove how serious he was. Placing his hand onto his chest, Kelly Vowed. "I swear on my life, Doctor, that I am not gonna talk about this issue anymore. If I ever do that, feel free to have me arrested,"

Then something made me look, some peripheral register of something familiar, and I looked up. Dr. Claire Reyes stood in the doorway. Not Dr. Reyes the gynecological oncologist, who had looked at my stomach at the gala three weeks ago with his trained and involuntary attention. A different Dr. Reyes. Claire Reyes, a surgical resident in her second year at Cross-Vitale, who had scrubbed in on two of the thoracic cases I had assisted on in the past year. Young, capable, observant in the way that good residents were observant because their survival in the role depended on it.

He leaned against the wall beside me and crossed his arms over his chest. “Hello Vivian, my name is Doctor Mickelson, but you can call me Dr. Mick. I’m not sure if you know why you’re here.” He saw Zaliver shaking his head and nodded. “Okay, so when Zaliver informed me about you, he said he wanted to conduct a research. Note why you aren’t marked like normal mates yet?” I glared at the doctor for the reminder. He flinched a little and glanced to Zaliver, who must have had a scary expression on his face because he immediately apologized.

I threw the marker in the bathroom trash can. My femininity hurts as I swear. Damn! I’m nervous! I type fast. Verine: Tit! Do you have Doc’s number? Emergency. Tits: Yes, why what happened? Verine: Give it to Tit. Plss .. I beg of her. Tits: I’ll just text you mate ata e! Don’t expect that because I’m Doc’s text mate! He cares about me. Tit’s grin. Asus! Be careful because we have arthritis! Looks like Tit won’t just give Doc’s number, I need to think of a way.

“It isn’t.” Before I could say more, the door opened and the doctor walked in. He paused when he saw my husbands, then bowed deeply with utmost respect, the way people did when they recognized the Drakvolk name. “Alpha Vincenzo, Mr. Drakvolk,” he greeted them both. “It’s an honor.” Vincenzo nodded politely. “Valerie was just explaining her mother’s condition before you came in. Please continue.” The doctor straightened up, his expression professional but kind. He confirmed everything I had started to say and then added more details.

“That’s not necessary. I’m fine, honestly.” “Just humor me,” he said, gentleness edged with steel. “Please, Eve. I need to know you’re safe.” She nodded, though her stomach knotted tighter. She wondered if this was care, or control, or some murky blend of both. The doctor arrived around noon—a man in his sixties, with a kind face and eyes that had seen more than most. He greeted her with a firm handshake and a reassuring smile. Alex waited outside, pacing restlessly, while the doctor conducted his examination, asking gentle, probing questions about her “amnesia.”

He shook his head. "No. This isn't an interview." Interesting. "Then what exactly is it?" His mouth curved slightly, but there was no warmth behind it. "I simply wanted to meet the doctor everyone has been talking about." I remained silent. "The formidable Doctor who managed to take the life of her own father," he continued. "It's interesting. Doctors are usually known for saving lives." For a moment, I simply looked at him, not because I was surprised. Because I was measuring him. People revealed themselves in small moments. In the words they chose. In the things they tried to make sound innocent.

“Try to bear the pain, Miss Raven since I can't inject you with a pain relieve,” That's shitty! “Dr. Robert,” Everyone snaps their head to the door as it opens and my eyes widen at the person who walks in with a black suit underneath a white doctor's coat and a pair of glasses at the bridge of his nose. “Dr. Velasquez,” the doctor attending to me turns to face him. “Can I help you with something?” He's a doctor too? Damien meets my eyes and quickly looks away. I watch with disbelief as they exchange information and then a few seconds later, Damian is heading for the door.

“Parents who raise someone like that can’t be any better!” Dr. Hamilton, who was helped forward by a few people, cleared his throat and said, “I’ve practiced medicine for over forty years. I would never falsify records. I personally reviewed this document. Milo was indeed in the dispensing room at the time. I saw him with my own eyes.” Suddenly, a male doctor in a white coat rushed forward. He grabbed my mom by the hair and slammed her head against a nearby bulletin board. She screamed as blood immediately began seeping from her forehead.

“I feel fine.” “You’re glowing,” Zade muttered. “Fine people don’t glow.” Axel grabbed his phone. “I’m calling the doctor again.” The doctor arrived quickly. He was an older man from the Council who’d seen more weird things than anyone probably should. He scanned me with a special kind of stethoscope, his brows furrowing slightly. When he was done, he frowned down at his screen. “There’s no toxin, no infection, and no sign of a virus either,” he said slowly.