Dr Don Novels & Stories

Squinting my eyes to get a clear view of the redhead's face, I froze when the face became clear. No. Freaking. Way. "Excuse me Doctor, who is that lady over there?" I asked, interrupting the conversation. "Oh, that's our new cardiologist, Doctor Giordana," he replied. Rob and I glanced at each other, then where she stood and back to the Doctor. "Is there a problem?" The doctor asked. "No, nothing, just carry on," I said. Some minutes later, we concluded the discussion and excused ourselves. "Did you see her or have I started hallucinating?" I asked Rob as we stepped out of the ward.

Rodrigo mentioned someone called Don, and I noticed that his name came out with so much venom it was almost contagious. Why should he mention this Don guy right when his keys were stolen? Did he have anything to do with Enzo? I knew it was pointless already, but I wanted to know who I was up against. To know who I was indirectly helping unwillingly. I minimised his current page and minimised. I went to his files and typed 'don' in the search bar. One thing I knew about Rodrigo was that he loved to keep his work organised. There has to be a folder assigned to Don and all his activities...

"Get to work, team." The room erupted into a flurry of activity. Pens scratched across notebooks. Conversations buzzed. Rosalind's serene presence remained. Laura's hope swelled. Tristan's eyes met Rosalind's. Gratitude shone. "Let's unravel the mystery," Dr. Lee said. Dr. Donovan's voice rose above. "Unconventional or not," "This healing deserves scrutiny." The scent of fresh coffee wafted. A nurse whispered. "Results to Dr. Donovan's office."

His steel-gray eyes tracked her movement as she entered, his expression unreadable. Beside him sat a man in his sixties with silver hair, wire-rimmed glasses, and the sharp look of someone who'd spent forty years practicing law. He stood when Isabella entered, offering a polite smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Ms. Romano," Dante said, his voice low and controlled. "This is Richard Chen, my attorney. He'll be explaining the contract terms before you sign." Isabella's mouth went dry. "I thought we already discussed the terms."

“Send me the contract details by email before our big ceremony.” He shrugged, still leaning there. I kept walking without looking back, pushing the big front door open and stepping outside. * I walked up to Dawson’s apartment door and knocked fast, heart still racing from the family meeting. When he opened it, I froze. His face looked really swollen, one eye almost shut, lip split, and he just stood there looking weird and broken. “Oh my God,” I said, stepping inside and shutting the door behind me. I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms tight, “are you going to address the elephant in the room?”

Danny was definitely an ass-kisser and I lost all respect for him after he abandoned me in, Adriano's house and fled like a coward. But he was also one of the most experienced staff we had. He was also double-board certified in trauma and genera surgery so I kind of assumed that would make him a shoo-in for the position. “So what’s this handsome doctor’s name?” I asked. “His name is Maxwell Rodriguez,” Hayley answered. “Even his name sounds sexy.” “Someone has a crush,” I teased. “Oh, girl this is more than just a crush,” she rebuffed. “If he’ll let me, I’ll climb him like a jungle gym and never let go.”

Adrian replied with a sigh. "A doctor? What's the name of this doctor?" Bran asked, interested in the story. "One mysterious Dr. C." Adrian replied, still feeling disappointed at the rejection he received. "The only thing I know about her is that she's a female. Every other detail hads been kept from the public. " Dr. C. The name sounds familiar..." Bran looked at the ceiling wondering where he'd heard the name before. "She's the doctor everyone has been raving about. The doctor who has never lost a patient." Adrian prodded.

My heart beat loudly when I saw it was an unknown number calling. Was my sister in trouble again? “Hello?” I greeted. “Hazel Thompson?” “This is her.” “This is the Heart Care Psychiatric ward. I wanted to inform you that Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy have discontinued the payment for your brother, Drake Thompson’s treatment. If it is not paid by the time the week ends, we’ll have to discharge him.” I felt like crying. My grandparents were the ones who were supposed to cover the cost of my brother’s treatment—a brother nobody but my family knew existed.