Dokter Novels & Stories

I waved as the doctor's gaze snapped towards mine in surprise, finally focusing on my presence. "Heya, I found the little one running around upstairs." The doctor cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses, "Thank you for keeping her company. My name's Dawson and I'm the pack healer here." I furrowed my brows in confusion, "pack healer?" "Oh right. People call us doctors now a days," he muttered to himself as if trying to memorize that fact. Oooh, this was a wolf thing. In other words, doesn't need to know.

HUNTER’s POV “Doctor, how is she?” I ask the moment Doctor Olcan steps out from behind the dark mahogany door. Doctor Olcan is our pack doctor, he looks at me and pushes the round rimless glass up to the bridge of his crooked nose, silently shaking his wintry white head. I feel my gut clench. Why is he shaking his head?

Catherine The people here have some basic medical training and one of them is a doctor. At least he is a doctor on paper, but he is so lazy and distracted I suspect he has bought his license. The other three men and women, who have basic medical education, have more knowledge and experience than Dr. Davies. That thought does not bring me comfort, but instead increases the feeling of dread hanging over me. Why would normal people with basic medical education have this enough medical knowledgement to assist in a surgery?

He went straight to the sofa and set the box down on the coffee table. "What's that for, Doc?" The female doctor asked, I turned to her and read her name plate. Iranlen L. Espinosa, MD Certified Orthopedic Surgeon Total joint replacement specialist Loren did not answer her. To my surprise, I turned to him, his forehead already furrowed at me. "Sit here," he gestured to the chair next to him. I was shocked and none of my own walked closer. He just stared at me as I approached, nor did he avert his gaze as I didn’t know where to turn his eye.

Before I could fully rise, a doctor stepped forward and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Easy there,” he said calmly. “You need to rest. Both for your sake and the baby’s sake.” I froze. My heart skipped a beat. “Baby?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “What do you mean baby?” The doctor exchanged a quick look with the nurse before turning back to me. His expression was serious but kind. “Your baby,” he replied. I stared at him like he had grown two heads. “I don’t have a baby.”

His body arched off the table. Nothing. "Again! Clear!" This time the monitor beeped. Irregular, but there. I exhaled and my hands finally started shaking. The door opened and a woman walked in. Tall, elegant, wearing heels that cost more than my rent. "Dr. Rosabella Romano. Neurosurgeon." Her eyes scanned the wound. "L1 vertebra. Clean stabilization work. You know what you're doing." "Can you fix it?" "Here? No. But I can prevent further damage until we relocate him.

"My husband just passed away, and you expect me to smile? This hospital is inhumane! Christopher was one of your doctors, but I don't see even a trace of grief on your face! Did you want him to die?" Before long, a crowd began to gather around me. Some people began to take my side. "Leave her alone." "Her husband just died! Why should she be denied the right to cry?" "What kind of cold-hearted doctor are you? Have you never lost someone close to you? We don't mind at all, so why should you?" Just then, someone stepped forward from the crowd.

He moved with calm confidence, and yet… there was something gentle in the tilt of his head, the way he looked at me. “Miss Harlow?” His voice was smooth, measured, steady. But my chest fluttered in response, betraying my nerves. “Yes,” I whispered. Breath catching. “I’m Dr. Cole,” he said, extending his hand. Polite. Gentle. The electricity in the gesture made my knees weak. “Please, follow me.” I did, walking into the office, heart hammering in my chest. Books lined the walls. A small couch. A desk. Everything was orderly, comforting.

I’ve never known a doctor who cares to ask if my wolf is okay, much less what their name is. “I’m Haise, doctor.” “Haise, are you strong enough to heal bones?” “I believe so. I’m not at full strength. My human is a great fighter and because of that, she gets a lot of injuries,” Haise says, making me smile. I’m surprised when the doctor smiles at her too. “You’re proud of your human?” “I am,” Haise says. “So, Haise, what I want to do is hold your bones together while you heal them. You don’t have to heal them all the way, just enough for them to set. Can you do that?” she asks.