Dokter Elise Novels & Stories

How could he give out such orders when the Doctor in question was his best friend? Just at that moment, Elisa, who was drunk and miserable, was mistakenly directed into one of the presidential suites in the resort.

"She's already like this, don’t …" "What, are you afraid I'll eat her?" She turned to look at him, her eyes filled with mist. "Am I a devil in your eyes?" Aven Harris was startled, and then said, "Don't provoke her, the doctor said that she needs rest." Then he turned and went out. Closing the door, she took a deep breath in and out, turned and walked to the side of the bed, looking at Elise Clark . "Why are you doing this?" "I don't know what you're talking about."

she said, tugging off her gloves, “I’m one of the town medics. Been training under Doc Harrow since I was seventeen. I’ll be helping you with patients if that’s alright.” “I’d like that,” I said. “I could use the help.” “Good. Because you’re going to get it whether you like it or not.” I laughed, surprised by the sound of it. Elise was warm, blunt, and easy to be around. She told me about the families hardest hit by the illness, about the way people had started whispering that it wasn’t natural, and about Kael—how he’d stepped in when no one else could, how he worked himself half to death trying to hold things together.

Sharma is finishing up, tucking a blanket around Elise's sleeping form. "She'll wake in a few hours," the doctor says quietly, not looking at him. "I'll leave instructions with the staff for her care." Kieran doesn't acknowledge her words. He simply strides past her toward the door, his cold aura flooding the room like a winter storm that makes Dr. Sharma shiver involuntarily. He pauses in the doorway, taking one last look at Elise lying motionless, then walks out without turning back. **** ELISE The first thing I register as I come to is pain everywhere. My thighs ache, my throat feels raw, and a heavy soreness throbs deep inside me with every faint movement.

"No. I won't have fear in this house. I won't have you terrorizing a sick woman because you’re struggling to process your emotions." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. He placed it on the counter. "This is Dr. Aris," he said. "He’s a specialist. A psychiatrist. Elise recommended him; he treated her mother." "Elise recommended him," I repeated, staring at the card like it was poisonous. "So now I’m supposed to go to her doctor?" "He’s the best in the city," Cole said. "I want you to call him. Tomorrow." "And if I don't?"

She grabbed Selene's collar and demanded, "How could this happen? Why didn't you act faster?" Selene was startled by Elise's sudden outburst. She stammered, "I-I got changed immediately after Yasmin left, but Jessika woke up unexpectedly. The doctors then rushed into the ICU. I didn't have time—" "Useless!" A scowl etched across Elise's face. She stormed upstairs, picked something up, and hid it in her clothes. After that, she hurried outside to hail a cab and raced to the hospital. … When she arrived at the ICU, she saw Yasmin hurry over to a doctor standing outside the unit, asking, "Doctor, is she awake?"

Her wide eyes were frozen on the doctor, and she looked almost as stunned as I felt. When the doctor finally turned to me, he bowed "Alpha. I wasn't expecting you" . “Is this true?” I asked him “Is she… is Elise really pregnant?” The doctor looked at me and nodded. “Yes, Alpha. She is.” His confirmation hit me like a huge wave. I managed to keep my composure, dismissing him with a nod, but once the doctor slipped out, my attention snapped right back to Elise. “Elise,” I said softly.

When he glanced in her direction, it felt like she was back in his warm hugs again. “B-ella,” She took a step forward, slipping her hand into his free hand. “Yes Daddy, it's me. Bellatrix,” she said, eyes glossing over, chuckle slipping past her lips. “Sorry for only just now visiting.” Although faint, Joe cracked her a smile. She glanced in Elise’s direction again. “The doctor said he's getting better,” Elise informed, a warm smile on her lips. “He'll be good for the surgery in a few months.”

Seeing all the tubes connected to the little child, she knew it must have hurt and could only wish the pain was transferred to her. “How… What exactly happened to my baby?” She asked the only doctor in the room. “Ma’am, please calm down.” The doctor approached. “It’s a congenital heart defect.” Elise froze, her knees wobbled and she fell slightly to the side but was thankfully caught on time by the man standing close to her. “What… what did you say?” she stuttered.

Her face was deathly pale when she shouted, "He's not dead! Have I made myself clear? I'm a doctor. I can save him. He's not going to die from this!" Elise's words were colored with the stubbornness of someone who refused to accept reality. She swung her arm, ruthlessly knocking the old doctor's hand away. She then shouted at the other medical staff members who were standing behind her. "He's not dead until I say so! Continue reviving him. Prepare adrenaline and defibrillators. Hurry up! Why are you just standing there?" She ignored everyone else once she gave her orders. She lowered her head again and continued doing compressions on my chest, putting even more strength into her hands.