Dr Don Novels & Stories

"As in... the Mr. Drew? The civil engineer?" Mr. Drew chuckled humbly. "Guilty as charged." My mouth went dry. I'd read about him in the papers. He was legendary in his field; always booked out, always in high demand, and yet… here he was, working with Dante. Before I could fully recover, Dante looked back at Mr. Drew and gave him a small nod. "Light it up." Mr. Drew clapped his hands twice, sending a signal toward the building. A second passed.

After I finished the third patient their doctor finally arrived. "This is insane, boss. I don't even know where to begin." The doctor said, placing his bag down. "There's at least twenty men upstairs all bleeding." "We got four more critical ones here then we can assess upstairs." I said cursing under my breath. "Who are you?" "A prisoner with very little medical experience. Everyone calls me Sol. We lost one man already." I sadly pointed to Luis. The doctor lifted his shirt then pulled it back down. "Those wounds were too extensive to save him. My name is Wilson. Want to get me up to speed?"

"Because we don't have evidence yet." I stared ahead. "But the timing is suspicious." "I know." "And he has worked in pediatrics." There was another pause. "What?" I looked down at Adrian's work records. "He has worked in pediatrics." "How often?" "I don't know yet. Sandra is getting me his complete records." "Karma, there are a lot of your doctors who have worked in pediatrics, you know that right?." I was simply quiet when she said so. "Be careful though." She said and I frowned. "I'm always careful."

Soft light filtered through the blinds. The door opened. A female doctor entered, her white coat crisp and her expression kind but professional. “I see you’re awake,” she said softly. She checked the electrocardiogram monitor, her eyes scanning the lines before she turned to me. “You gave us quite a scare.” “What happened?” I rasped, trying to push myself up. She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Easy. Your body is still healing. Rest now.” I nodded weakly and sank back against the pillows.

Calvin beamed before saying eagerly, "I leveraged my connections at Emerson Group and brought in the legendary Christian Donahue! I'm certain you know his name! I don't doubt that Dr. Donahue will be able to cure Mrs. Sloan's stomach condition, freeing us forever from having to plead with Ashton!" Roxy's expression brightened instantly. Christian, a renowned expert traditional medicine practitioner in Javonbury, attended only to figures of the highest political rank. For everyday folks, a meeting was out of the question, and even for someone of her wealth and influence, it was usually a near-impossible feat. Robert asked urgently, "Where is Dr. Donahue, Calvin? You have to bring him to check

Charlie asked, shaking the man’s hand. “It’s lovely to meet both of you,” Dr. Morgan said, releasing Charlie’s hand to take Meg’s. She noticed his grip was rather slack and his voice gentle. “It’s nice to meet you as well,” Meg said. “This is my man Jonathan Lane, and Meg’s lady Carrie….” “Boxhall,” Carrie supplied as the doctor shook her hand in turn. “How do you do?” “This is my assistant Edward Dane,” Dr. Morgan said, and everyone said hello to him as well, though with this greeting Meg noticed a glimmer of something pass between Jonathan and this Edward fellow as he looked at each of them and gave a soft hello.

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.

ELENA “Luna Elena,” Dr. Drake beamed as I walked into his office. He was a man in his late thirties. Handsome, lean. Always with a friendly smile that depicts more of his personality than just for professional reasons. “Doctor.” He stood and we had a handshake. “I'm sorry, I'm late. Traffic was horrible and…” “No need for the apologies, Ma'am. It was my pleasure waiting for you.” He dismissed politely, gesturing for me to have a seat.

Whatever he had in hand decided my future. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ “Power isn’t taken—it’s claimed, and I claim you.” ~ IL Don Dante.

The man replied, "Of course! If I'm not mistaken, this pill should be Ozryn. It is made from potent poisons. However, it has curative properties that could heal Mr. Felton's illness." Faye didn't expect this old man to recognize the pill. She turned to Roy in surprise. Roy said, "Ms. Faye, this man is Dr. Clint Duncan. He is a renowned physician from Benevolent Medical Clinic in Jorn City. I had him treat Felton's illness when he was younger. Dr. Duncan is a miracle doctor who saved Felton's life when he was a child."