Famous Quotes From Doctor Who Novels & Stories

, Josh Xavier threatened. “Come on enough with this childishness Josh and listen to what I'm saying. You need to stop putting so much pressure on the healing, you need to redirect your focus to more important things”, the voice said again. “Things like fucking what!! Tell me oh great Doctor what is more important than walking”, Josh Xavier said sarcastically. “Being alive. Staying alive Josh!”, the doctor replied, sounding almost as angry as Josh Xavier. At this reply we heard another glass shatter.

I’m living in hell and you ask why? He frowned and she snapped at him, ‘What have I got to live for? If you put me back in that room I’ll try again and I’ll keep trying until I succeed.’ The Doctor patted her hand, ‘Please don’t. I’d hate for them to chain you in the dungeons but if that’s what it takes to stop you they will do it.’ She pulled her hand from his, ‘Dungeons? Of course you savage animals would have medieval dungeons you haven’t evolved enough to use more subtle torture’

Doctor Scamander asserted adamantly, clinging to his pride. As Doctor Scamander's words echoed through the room, a wave of discontent rippled not only through George but also among the families of the patients. "Doctor Scamander, such words are unacceptable. We entrusted our loved ones to this hospital, and you must fulfill your responsibility," one family member spoke up, voicing the collective frustration. "Exactly! You can't simply disregard the well-being of your patients," another chimed in, echoing the sentiment. The crowd erupted in agreement, their verbal assaults further tarnishing Doctor Scamander's reputation. Doctor Scamander's insistence on maintaining his authority only fueled

His disbelief was palpable, a sentiment mirrored in his words as they tumbled forth in a mixture of astonishment and humility. "I can't really believe it," the doctor's voice carried the weight of his incredulity, his words punctuated by a genuine sense of awe. "In my twenty-three years of being a medical practitioner, this is the first time someone wakes up from the dead without any logical or medical reason." His admission was raw, his professional skepticism tempered by the evidence before him. It was as if the very foundations of his knowledge had been shaken, leaving room for a glimmer of something beyond the realms of science.

Aragorn's fire with ice-flecked eyes came to the surface and was on full display as he leveled a lethal gaze upon the Doc. The Doctor finally blurts out, "it... it's th... th the g girl, it's because of the girl." He desperately clutches my hand encircling his neck again, grabbing at my fingers. I loosen my grip slightly. "What is because of the girl?" Zayne questioned. He cleared his throat or at least tried to, but Zayne's fingers wouldn't allow it, "I d... donn't kn... n know," he stuttered. "Who is calling the shots?"

Many women could not help but squeal upon seeing him. The man from the first class looked very proud, especially those following behind him. One raised his head and said boastfully, “This is Quentin Goth from the first class. He is a disciple of the famous doctor, Dr. Michael.” Another followed up. “Don’t you guys know Dr. Michael? He was ranked in the top three during doctor in Cansington’s medical conference last year. He lost to Dr. Fallon and is only second to him.” Those from the first class were immediately excited.

Even though I could never return to my home town, my family would know that I survived. Even as I wiped the earthy smelling goop from my body, I thought of those who still remained within Castle Mist. As horrible as it sounds, I hoped Abel never found his way out. Goosebumps sprouted across my skin as I pictured his face in my mind; those milky eyes, and thick white liquid that seemed to drip from his wounds. That smile, a smile that cracked his lips in two. A smile of madness and hunger. “Here you go, darling.” The Doctor stepped back into the room, his back turned as he closed the door with a gentle click.

They thought they were whispering, but their voices rang loudly inside my head but I didn’t have the power to tell them off and Doctor Michael never hurt anyone’s feelings ever especially here. “What is happening in here? Is this your time off or something? We have been standing on our feet for over twelve hours and you barely got here, so please do your work silently.” Doctor Jackson, the anesthesiologist who always works with me, said and I smiled at him gratefully, making the man chuckle. “You should learn to speak up your mind, Mic. You can’t always be this accepting and forgiving or else they will walk all over you, man.” He said punching my shoulder, and I chuckled awkwardly as I scrat

This time, it’s to save her. Immediately, I began to pace my way outside as quick as could to get some air. What had I been thinking all this while? I didn’t use my moments with her correctly, now, she might slip away. “What did the Doctor say?” Some voice sounded from my back saying, which I recognized it to be Morticia’s, who was Emma’s best friend. “Does it matter now? You knew this and kept it in all these while, telling no one-“

"It is obvious, it's too late? I'm just prolonging the inevitable?!" "We can't predict the future, but we can give you a chance to make the most of the time you have. You deserve that chance." This Doctor didn't give up. His words were tempting me, however, I had lost hope. I have no reason to prolong this life... I have nothing to fulfill anymore. I wiped away my tears, struggling to find words. "I'm scared, Doctor. I don't want to die in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines. So, let me have my last moments outside this hospital."