Her Personal Doctor Novels & Stories

“Fantastic. Who is the person? We’ll go get him or her right away.” But Jace shook his head slowly. “No. That’s not how we’ll do this one, you guys won’t go and get her.” The doctor blinked, puzzled. “Okay? It's a her, but why not?” “Because,” Jace said, pausing to catch his breath, “this one is personal.” The doctor felt the weight behind his tone and let it be, but hesitated only a second before nodding. “Understood. Then who should I send for?”

He then proceeded to remove the drip bags from me, and with that, I focused on finishing my soup. “What do you say to being my personal doctor?” I asked him and he turned and smiled. “Being your personal doctor isn’t the problem. The problem is if I’ll not have to abandon a patient I’m working on, because of you. You are a VIP and that’s how it's done for VIPs everywhere, but that is not how I work. If we can agree on the fact that I'm allowed to finish with a preceding patient before attending to you, then I’ll gladly sign up to be your doctor. Else, I’ll recommend a few doctors to you.”

If he answered only as close friends or relatives, of course it would make the doctor ask Josh to contact Jane's closest family. Josh also took a deep look and replied, “I am the closest person as the patient's fiancé, doc,” Josh answered firmly. “Okay sir, then you are the right person to hear this,” replied the doctor, pulling a document from the document file on her desk. “This is a medical record of Janetha Greycha's condition, sir,” the doctor said, trying to show the existing data. Josh, who didn't understand all that, was just trying to listen and digest everything the doctor was going to say.

"I'm fine. My doctor said that I was healthy and there was nothing to worry about. Volleyball and tennis clubs keep me fit.” Xander frowned deeply. The twinkle of happiness on his mother's face was clear proof that his mother was indeed in good health. "Mom, you really aren't hiding your illness from us, are you?" “What are you talking about? I'm not sick. You can ask my personal doctor yourself." “Doctor Ericson Labbonaire?” "Who's he? I don't know him." "Isn't he your personal doctor, Mom?" “I don't have a personal doctor named Ericson Labbonaire. My doctor is Oliver Maxmillan. He's an old doctor, but don't doubt his thoroughness in examining his patients. He is a very smart doctor.”

she asks casually, too casually, like she is tossing the question into the air and hoping it doesn’t land anywhere important. “No,” I say. Her eyes flick to mine. “Why not?” “I got us a new doctor,” I reply evenly. “He is the best gynecologist in town and comes highly recommended, it actually takes months to get an appointment, he did me a favour squeezing me in.” Her fingers curl into the bedsheet. “Andre, I’m more comfortable with Paul. He knows my history. He has been my doctor for years now, I don't want to change doctors especially now.”

"She's my best friend, and it's obvious that I'm worried. And I don't see how that's your business. Last I checked, professionalism should be the most important thing to a doctor. And, asking personal questions doesn't fall in that category." She nodded and was about to turn away when I said, "And no, she isn't my girlfriend. If you stick around long enough, you'll get the privilege of seeing her." "Oh." Was all she said before walking away.

I said, surprisingly smoothly. She looked up from the file at me. “Good day Ms,” she greeted, her tone professional. “How are you related to the person please?” I kept quiet for some seconds, playing with my fingers. “She's my…. I'm her husband's best friend. Conrad Pierre and I are family.” The nurse glanced at me, hesitating to speak. Then, with a soft tone, she said, “I'm sorry but I can't give out personal information about our patients.”

Fucking he became her personal doctor, he knew more than he should know. "If you don't tell me the details then how can you expect me to treat her?"- He again spoke; he was now really getting on my nerves. "May be she was? I'm not sure though." He sighed, "Then it can problematic..." The air in the room felt heavy with unspoken tension, and he couldn't shake off the worry. I narrowed my eyes, "Problematic? She was fine, we were fine. And on the top of that she didn't have any memories related to her past the how can it bother her?"- My voice was edged with frustration, eyes narrowing as I sought answers.

He asked. I was scared of this side of Caspian; he was monstrous and could break her into pieces if I dared press his buttons. “Abigail is lying, you should know that the doctor who conducted the medical report test on Fred and yourself has been your personal doctor for years. I don’t know him from Adam.” I defended herself. Caspian reasoned with what I had said. There was no way I would have known his personal doctor, since he was an elite doctor and didn’t work in hospitals. He was hired exclusively by Caspian.

“I really don’t know what this is but I think it’s a miracle because that was a deadly chemical. We've recorded so many death cases from it but you are so lucky to survive it.” “Thanks to Dr Adrian, he's an expert in this field and he left everything over there to fly in with his one private jet.” “Huh?” She stuck her head forward with a look of surprise. A doctor with a private jet? “I know you must be shocked to hear he has a private jet but he's more than just any ordinary doctor. Right now, I can't say much about him apart from the fact that he owns this prestigious hospital we are working at but just decided to go into the medical field himself being his childhood passion.”