Dr Reid Quotes Novels & Stories

Scarlet chuckled, eyes glinting with tears of happiness, letting them run down her cheek happily. "I'm going to be gone for a while," Reid suddenly announced and Scarlet immediately pulled herself out of his arms. Well done, Reid, he decided to ruin the moment. He felt like smacking himself! "What, you are leaving me here?" "No, no, no," Reid responded, taking hold of her hands. "Then why are you leaving, is it work?" Reid shook his head. "It's not," "Then tell me!" she demanded. "I-I used to have a doctor in the humans' city, Mrs. Adams, she's the only one who understands and helps me, she makes my pills. I stopped my sessions with her because I thought I got better. I thought I had control

That moment, Reid felt the ground would open and swallow him up. “Mr Reid, I'm sorry, but you need to sign the documents.” the lawyer mentioned. If the eyes were bullets, then the lawyer would just slump by his stares.

"It's okay. I knew that. I just thought maybe… proximity and time…" "Would make me forget about the psychotic Sicilian mobster?" That was the word Reid had used to describe Kegan once in one of those nights when our conversation steered towards him. "Yeah, proximity isn't quite cutting it." Since then, we avoided the topic and he never initiated anything unless I did first. Right now, Reid picked up the sandwich, unwrapped it, and handed it to me with the kind of patience usually reserved for dealing with toddlers. "Eat. Please. You can't have a nervous breakdown before the opening. That's just poor planning."

I could feel my eyes getting heavy and everything started to get blurry. ''You know, we wouldn't be here if you had minded your goddamn business." ''I told you to mind your business and you didn't, so now I have to teach you a lesson. But first, we have some things we have to deal with first,'' Reid says taking a sip of his drink. Finally, I collect all my strengths and talk. " Can you ple... please get me to the doctor first?" I say trying to keep my tears,'' It hurts so much. " He turns his head in frustration, takes the needle from the table, and comes closer to me.

Blues and greysbleeding into each other in a way that could mean anything or nothing, depending on the day. Dr. Reid sat across from me—relaxed, unhurried, one leg crossed over the other, a notepad resting on the arm of his chair that he hadn’t yet opened. He looked a little greyer at the temples than I remembered. Otherwise, exactly the same. He was looking at me now with that particular expression—the one that wasn’t quite concern and wasn’t quite patience but was somehow both. I hadn’t said anything since I sat down. Neither had he. That had always been his way. He never filled silences. Just let them sit there between you until you either broke or didn’t.

"Saya pernah benci sama Dokter. Saya kecewa banget. Tapi sekarang saya sudah berbesar hati. Semoga dokter langgeng dan bahagia." Rani meninggalkan Janu setelah mengucapkan itu. Dia tidak akan membacanya sekarang, mungkin nanti setelah pulang kerja. Pikirannya harus jernih saat menangani pasien. Membayangkan lelaki itu akan bersanding bisa membuatnya stres.

I asked over the phone one evening. Reid sighed on the other end. "It's still the same thing, doctors are still running tests and it's frustrating, Mary. I feel so useless." "You're not useless, Reid," I consoled him softly. "You're doing everything you can. And don't forget to call me if you need anything, I will always be here." There was a pause before he replied in a quiet voice. "I know." Danny, despite his jealousy, always asked me about Reid's mother's health.

Reid took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice as he addressed the doctor. "Dr. Matthews, it's Reid Carter. I need your help. I know we haven't spoken in years, but I need to clarify something." There was a brief pause at the other end, then a warm, reassuring tone replied. "Of course, Reid. What can I help you with?" Reid hesitated, struggling to articulate his thoughts. The words felt foreign on his tongue, but he plunged ahead, desperate for answers. "I was told years ago that I couldn't have children. But I need confirmation on this. Is there a possibility... a chance, however remote, that I was misinformed?"

It isn't. "Professor Reid," I reply evenly. His jaw tightens at the title. "This is complicated," he says quietly. "You think?" A pause. Then, softer: "How's your ankle?" The question lands somewhere unexpected. Personal. Human. "Healed," I say. "Good." Silence stretches. The air between us feels thick, dangerous. Finally I stand, sling my bag over my shoulder. Walk toward the door. As I pass the lectern, I pause. "For the record," I say quietly, "you were right."

“I saw the reports. You were—” “Locked up?” Reid smirked, showing too many teeth. “Don’t believe everything you read, Cross. Paperwork gets lost. Judges get persuaded. People forget things. Funny how the world works, huh?” “What the hell do you want?” I snapped in a clipped tone though my pulse was jackhammering. I wasn't in the mood for his fucked up games. “You don’t need to know that.” He rested the bat on his shoulder, eyes glinting under the streetlight. “I just need to make sure you learn your place.”