My Secret Patient Novels & Stories

Did I tell you that everywhere I go, men even the teenage boys had to glance at me for three to four times. They are only interested in my body and not my ugliness. The security let me in, I got to the reception and asked the receptionist the room Mr Lonnie was. She told me "Room 9, just go straight and turn left " She said and I nodded. I cat walked with my heels making sounds. I knocked and the door was opened immediately, an average man was standing in front of me. I could tell he's in his forties. He smiled at me and I smiled back.

Van said as one by one memories starts to come back, “there is a door somewhere here that will take you to a secret world.” “You can never go back to your world,” the demonic voice spoke again. “Do show yourself now!” Van shouted sounding braver than he is. “You’re mine…” And a door in the end of the hallway burst opens. Like a great whirlpool, it sucks everything around. Van tries to hold on to a hole on the floor, but the floorboard gave way. “Use me,” said another voice, “use me to save yourself.”

" he asked with his spine-chilling tone. He stands up from the chair to make the patient see his face. The patient's eyes fluttered fast, indicating he wanted to say something. His eyes looked furious while moving from side to side. Bienley's face turned grim while watching the man, struggling to say something but unable to even move his lips. "But as what I have said...you will not die. That's too easy for what you did to me and my family. You almost killed my son and he is too young for the pain you caused him" Bienley smiled bitterly. "I want you to feel the same pain, I and my family have gone through because of you" Bienley glared at the fluttering eyes of the patient. "I will tell you

Mental health issues and my patient's record. "Ma'am, someone's looking for you." I stopped what I was doing when I heard my secretary's voice. I turned my gaze towards the door that opened. My forehead creased. "Who is it?" "He said he's Riley Aston Monte Nuevo," my secretary said. "Who is that?!" I was confused. "Is he a new patient? I know there's no name like that on my schedule this month," I added. I don't remember having a patient with that name.

There was something in his body that was churning and seemed to want more. *** Eh, wait, Miss, you cannot enter!" Cristian's secretary shouted when someone wearing a jacket, hat, mask, and glasses barged into Cristian's room. "Cris, it's me," said someone who took off his mask and glasses in front of Cristian, who had risen from his seat. "Caroline?" "Mr. Christian, I'm sorry. This guy just barged in," his secretary exclaimed. "It's okay; I know him. You go," cried Cristian, who was nodded by his secretary and moved out of Cristian's room.

He said to her and her heart missed a beat at the thought. “I can only do the little I can, so whatever secret you know you have, …” He said. “I don’t have any secrets.” She snapped at him and he could say no more.

I have two hours to kill, so I lounge on the mattress in my boxer briefs, and start going through my pitch to my clients. A sudden scream Pierces through, In the blissful silence of triple glazed windows, the sound is piercingly loud. My papers slide off my lap as I jump off the bed. Sprinting throughout the lounge, I throw open my secretary’s bedroom door, and skid to a stop. She’s standing in the center of the room, clutching a small towel to her. She spins around and stutters.. Oh shit! "Eros, I mean, Sir”She stutters nervously.

After a lengthy discussion with Isabella and William, Brandon and Belinda visited Mrs. Yenny on their day off as usual. However, they were surprised to find someone secretly following them from behind. The white sedan's driver couldn't be seen because the windows were deliberately fitted with opaque glass. Brandon and Belinda were still unaware they were being followed. In fact, they remained relaxed as they visited Mrs. Yenny, as if nothing had happened. Since the air was fresh and the sun wasn't too hot, they took Mrs. Yenny for a walk in the hospital garden, even though she was confined to a wheelchair.

“Shit—sorry, Doc. I’m on my way now.” She’s been seeing me in secret. She’s the only one who knows the truth about me—and about my emotions. And thankfully, there’s doctor-patient confidentiality, so she can’t rat me out to Mum. “It’s fine. Doors open. Come in when you’re ready,” she replies. She sees me at her house, so no one notices me coming and going. That way, Mum won’t catch on. When I arrive, I slip into her home and head to the side office. I knock, and she calls for me to come in. Her eyes soften when she sees me. I’m probably still red and puffy from crying.

“The file came through, but there’s no patient identification attached.” A pause. Then a carefully neutral voice answered, “That’s intentional, Doctor. The patient’s family has requested utmost secrecy. Extreme discretion.” Sera’s lips pressed together. “I can’t operate blind. I need context.” “You’ll have everything medically relevant,” the voice assured her. “Just not a name.” She hesitated, then nodded to herself. “Fine. Send the remaining imaging.” The line disconnected. She exhaled slowly and opened the trauma report. Her breath caught.