Dr Reid Quotes Novels & Stories

Reid asked, laughing at Adrian. "Some people like you carry a lot more skeletons than the rest of us," Adrian said angrily. "Well, some of us don't have an image to protect, Adrian," Reid replied casually before continuing his story, which only aggravated Adrian further. "I had her detained, and I was right to do so! Then I couldn't wait to meet her. I remember thinking, 'Dear Reid, aren't you an incredibly fortunate man?' and I even raised a toast to it," Reid sneered.

Reid calls in his warriors to prepare the body for its burial. We walk out of the cells and Drake pulls me into another embrace. Much tighter now, “Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he says. “I hope we do not have to deal with anything like this ever again,” I say to him as I knock on wood. I do not consider myself to be superstitious, but we had a lot of ups and downs with this woman, and I wasn’t taking any chances. We deserved the chance to start our lives without everything hanging over us.

Freddie Hawkins, the one who made that martial arts movie and has incredible fighting skills? Elon looked worshipful. "That's exactly who I mean! I love his most famous quote: 'I've never been interested in money!' Dr. Lloyd, I thought that was such an enlightened outlook on life, what a bold attitude! In this day and age, there are too few people who don't obsess over money!" Andrew sneered coldly, "A man worth hundreds of billions saying he's not interested in money—don't you think that's like someone who's stuffed themselves saying they're not interested in food?"

We reach a fork in the path at the edge of a creekbed and I slow to a stop, leaning against a tree to catch my breath. “Didn’t think I could keep up, did ya?” Reid teases, breathing heavily as he leans against the wide trunk of a tree across from me. I look up at him, still panting as I crack a smile. “You’re faster than you look.” Reid shrugs. “I try to get a run in every morning. Helps clear my head.” “Me too,” I breathe. “Gotta start the day with those endorphins.” “Even better than caffeine,” he remarks, waggling his eyebrows.

Reid mutters with a sing-song voice. " Go get a girlfriend Reid." Gray says as he chuckles. " He's already got one. He and Alexa." I say as Reid creases his forehead. I scrunch my face at him and giggle. " You're serious, man?" Gray asks and turns to look at Reid. "I thought it was just fucking." I swat his chest." No cursing in a hospital. You've been shot, remember." I scold him. " Yeah. Maybe it's just fucking." Reid says, trying to annoy me.

, I asked eagerly. "Dr. Eduard Smith, a surgeon who was working before in Reagan UCLA Medical Center", he responded. "That fucking asshole!", I shrieked. Vera slightly raised her head and looked in my direction. But I just winked my eyes to tell her, it's okay. "Please do everything to catch that jerk, sir", I said. I was supposed to tell the police that he was Reid's attending physician and I was also looking for him. But I was taken aback, thinking that it would only make things complicated.

“Besides, she might not believe me even if I told her the truth. So I’ll wait. Sooner or later, she’ll realize it herself. I’m certain of it.” A small, confident smile touched Zac’s lips as he stared into the distance. Reid pressed his lips together, doing everything in his power not to laugh. Since when does the boss talk this much? The man was no talker. No smiler and definitely no jester. Just as the thought crossed his mind, Zac’s cold voice snapped him out of it. “What are you smiling about?” Reid blinked, startled. He hadn’t even realized he was smiling. Looking over at Zac’s face, he said, “You know… I wouldn’t have believed it if I weren’t seeing it myself.”

And right now, Julian was at a disadvantage. “You think you can threaten me into silence?” Julian said, forcing strength into his voice. Reid’s chuckle was soft, almost amused. “Oh, Julian… I don’t need to threaten you. People who know too much tend to… slip. They drink too much. They trip down stairs. They take their own lives in moments of despair. It’s tragic… and so very convenient.” The words hung between them, heavy and deliberate. Reid didn’t have to spell out the warning, it was already written in the air.

“Next time you need to ‘burn off steam,’ maybe try boxing. Or running. Or literally anything that doesn’t involve making us think the estate is under attack.” Reid’s gaze softened just a fraction when he looked at her… “Noted.” Then his eyes came back to me. And something unreadable flickered there. “As you can see, I am fine…” he said quietly. “Go back inside.” That old familiar dismissal stung more than I expected. “No,” I said. “I mean it,” I continued, squaring my shoulders. “You don’t get to scare us and then tell us to go away like we imagined it.”

"The doctor said everything looks perfect. I'll have appointments there, and I'll send you updates, I promise." He nodded, eyes flicking toward Caesar, who was now laughing at something on the TV. "He'll miss you." "I know." "And so will I." That earned him a soft laugh. "You, Mr. Reid, are getting mawkish." "Only with you," he said simply.