Dr Harrison Wells Novels & Stories

"You are here to take me to question me about the murders again." "Ah, close enough but no. We don't need to question you anymore because we already found enough evidence. Dr. Jackson Wilson, you are under arrest for abducting, torturing, and then murdering prosecutor Arik Watson, Dr. Robert Jonson, Mr. James Brown." And with that Stefan handcuffed the dumbfounded man in front of him. "You may use the right to stay silent or appoint a lawyer to defend your charges." The detective said in a flat tone as he finished handcuffing. Jackson was stunned and his head went all blank for a moment. He didn't know what was going on anymore.

If he had failed to save Hugh, he would have been doomed for the rest of his life. Dr. Ewell—full name, Zachary Ewell—was a bona fide famous miracle doctor. Many of those with wealth and power sought treatment from him. Sadie and her parents had personally visited the physician’s Bwell Therapeutics to ask him for a house visit today. Zachary turned to the Wolfendens. “I’m really sorry for today. Thank goodness for Kayson here, or I might have caused Mr. Wolfenden Sr.’s demise!” “Dr. Ewell, that’s too grave a claim!” Needless to say, Liam dared not blame the doctor.

Sweat beaded on the researcher’s forehead as he struggled internally, hesitating for what felt like an eternity. In the end, he caved, allowing them to see the patient. As the researcher scurried away, Karina glanced at Wilfred. “Earlier, you mentioned Dr. Carter and Professor Zeller. Who are they?” Wilfred’s response was calm and straightforward. “Harley Carter, the person you just met. A dual specialist in internal and external medicine with years of overseas training. As for Professor Zeller, he’s a towering figure in the medical field. He’s given lectures at prestigious universities.”

Inside the ninth-level research centre, Dr Harrison Light stood before the main terminal, hands behind his back. He was a man in his early fifties, but age had not dulled him in the slightest. His shoulders were broad, his posture straight, and despite the crisis, his movements were sharp and precise. His hair was silvered at the temples but thick and combed back neatly. His eyes — deep, penetrating, dark — carried the pressure of a man who had seen too much and still stared down the unknown with cold logic. Beside him stood his newly promoted assistant, Emma Blue.

It was the best news that made my day. “Elizabeth? Who is my patient?” A dark skinned handsome doctor walked in. He had a broad smile and a very neat beard. “Emm…Dr Austin…I.,l “ I watched Elizabeth stutter. I was out of words too. I stood there and the doctor had a suspicious look. “Dr Austin, your patient is Harrison Lead”. I walked forward and extended my hand. He took it and still had a fishy smile. “You are not having a heart attack are you?” He asked like he was making a joke.

“Mr. Gibson, could you help me track someone down? I have a friend in the medical field who is very interested in meeting a particular researcher.” “Any friend of Mr. Wells must be quite remarkable,” Xena said with a smile, joining the conversation smoothly. “My friend won the Nobel Prize more than a decade ago,” Mr. Wells explained proudly. “He’s devoted his life to medical research. Brilliant man.” Felix inclined his head politely. “And who is it he wishes to meet?” Mr. Wells pulled a clipped newspaper article from his pocket. “The author of this paper. My friend would like to know them before his research trip here next month.”

Harrison will be in shortly. I sit in the patient chair and I look at the cabinet of supplies and I wait. Dr. Harrison is a compact man with the unhurried manner of someone who understood early in his career that medicine conducted in a hurry produces worse outcomes than medicine conducted at the pace the situation requires. He comes in reading my intake form, sits in the doctor's chair, and looks up at me with the attentive, neutral expression of someone whose professional function is to be accurate rather than reassuring. "Routine checkup," he says, reading my stated reason. Then he looks at me properly. "What are we actually looking at?"

The first person to come out was the female doctor who had brought the consent form earlier. Harrison, pressing the cotton swab on his wrist to stop the bleeding, rushed forward anxiously. "Doctor, how is my daughter?" Harrison was in a panic, grabbing the doctor's wrist. The doctor removed her mask, her expression subtle. Harrison, in his urgency, grabbed the doctor's wrist. "Doctor, how is my daughter? Is she...?" ***

Astrid's POV I waited until the footsteps faded completely before slipping out of the records room. My hands were still shaking as I tucked the death certificate into my bag. I needed to know more about why Teresa lost her license. I found Dr. Harrison, the senior physician who'd been here for decades, in his office reviewing charts. His gray hair caught the afternoon light streaming through the window, and he looked up with tired eyes as I knocked.

Damian steps forward, shielding me. "Mr. Harrison , I beg you…this isn't…" "I just want to talk," Mr. Harrison holds up his hands, placating. "Please, just... one minute." Damian looks at me for approval, and I nod. Mr. Harrison approaches me, his eyes red-rimmed and exhausted. "Dr. Hart, we read about the divorce, the baby. We thought you were just another rich doctor covering up mistakes. But if what your lawyer says is true…"