Dr Reid Quotes Novels & Stories

Maybe not ever. "Thank you," she whispered. "That means more than you know." He smiled, and the tension in the room shifted still there, still crackling beneath the surface, but warmer now. Safer. "Get some rest, Dr. Reed. Tomorrow's going to be another long day." "So is every day." "That's residency." He stood and stretched, his joints popping. "But you'll survive. You're tougher than you look." "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means I've seen you in the OR. You're a warrior, Sophia Reed. Don't let anyone tell you different."

"You know that, right? Genuinely." "I know," Wren said. "I keep having to remind myself it's real." "It's real. Reid doesn't say things he doesn't mean. He barely says things at all." "Excuse me," Reid said. "I'm standing right here." "I'm complimenting your restraint." "Okay," Caden said, once the room settled slightly, dropping onto the arm of the couch. "Tell us. How'd you do it." "Do what." "The proposal, Reid. The story. Every detail."

Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, glasses sliding down her nose, hoodie zipped halfway because the building AC was always too cold at night. Dr. Reed leaned back in his chair, reading the latest section she’d emailed him that afternoon. He was in his early forties, tall, broad-shouldered, with a trimmed beard that had a few silver strands and sharp green eyes that always seemed to see too much. He wore a dark button-down with the sleeves rolled up, exposing strong forearms. The top button was undone. Quinn had been trying not to notice that for the last hour. “This section is getting closer,” he said, voice low and calm like always. “But your argument here collapses in the last three pa