My Sweet Doctor Novels & Stories

My intention is, precisely, the opposite; rather than blame them for their failure, I would suggest that none of these things can be done, for they are impossible in their very essence, and they will always remain mere intention, vain aspiration, an invalid posture. Nature has simply endowed each creature with a specific program of actions he can execute satisfactorily. That’s why it’s so unusual for an animal to be sad. Only occasionally may something akin to sadness be observed in a few higher species—the dog or the horse—and that’s when they seem closest to us, seem most human. Perhaps Nature, in the mysterious depths of the jungle, offers its most surprising spectacle—surprising because

she explained carefully. I glanced at Peter, who was still quietly by my side. “I will prescribe some vitamins for you and the baby,” she added before bowing to her working table. “This is all the medicine you will buy. And don’t stress yourself. You need to take some bed rest for weeks just to make sure your baby is safe. Your wife is also not allowed to be emotional.” She glanced at Peter. “Are you the father?” the doctor asked him seriously. I frowned. He told me that he knew the doctor, but the truth is he’s not.

“Who are you?” She smiles faintly. “Someone who’s been trying to finish what your brother started.” She gestures to the chair by the desk. “Sit.” I don’t move. She sighs. “I’m not your enemy.” “That’s what everyone says,” I reply. “Fair,” she admits. “My name is Rachel Monroe. Internal Affairs.” The words hit me hard. “You’re lying,” I say automatically. “If I were lying,” she says evenly, “you’d already be in cuffs.”

he said and I nodded. The doctor turned heading to the door but then stopped and turned back to me. "You look familiar. I can't quite place where I know you from," he remarked, shaking his head, his brow frowned contemplating. "I sometimes accompany my fiancee for her monthly checkups," I replied, hoping to provide a clue that would jog his memory. "Your fiancee?" he asked. "Yes, Selena Kings," I confirmed. "Selena Kings? Wow, I'm Dr. Andrew, Selena's doctor," he revealed, and then chuckled.

With no kid. But Dr. Cole had been my pediatrician when I was little. Now he still practiced here, and still attended to grown patients sometimes “for old time’s sake.” He had messaged me last week, late at night *“Need a quick check-up? You'll find me in room 3. Come Tuesday 4:30. The door will be unlocked.* That's why I was here. The door was unlocked when I walked in, I locked it behind me. The room was quiet except for the whispering hum of the little fridge with vaccines. The exam table was in the middle, neatly padded abs covered with fresh paper. A rolling stool was next to it.

Then I heard my name. “Mr. Kostas.” I turned. A doctor. Middle aged. Familiar face. He extended his hand and I shook it automatically. “Good to see you again,” the doctor said. “Though I wish it were under better circumstances.” He glanced toward my mother’s room. “She’s doing well. Should be home tomorrow.” “Thank you,” I said. He nodded. Then something shifted in his expression. A professional softness. “I also wanted to say,” he said carefully, “I was sorry to hear about Miss Santini. When she came in alone.” He paused. “For the procedure. The miscarriage.”

I secretly throw the medicine in the trash bin while she was not looking at me. “W-Who’s your doctor here?” I asked, still trying to act. Damn! I need this information. “The doctor here is Doc. Raymond Madrigal. He’s a specialist,” the nurse said. Raymond Madrigal, huh? It does not a ring a bell. I haven’t heard that name with the wolves around me. “Looks like he’s good huh?” I said while staring at the window.

She says and I sat down shocked "I have a baby growing in my tummy " I sat down there shocked "Aubrey!!" I heard Mr obnoxious call out to me and I looked at him "Miss, You would need a lot of vegetables and fruits, you need to stay away from sweet and fattening foods and caffeine, " She says and my mouth was agape *How can I stop sweets, What if u want cake or ice cream* "Sorry doctor, can I still take cake and ice cream, " I ask her and she chuckles, I could feel Mr obnoxious gaze burning holes through my skin but I focused on the doctor and she chuckles lightly

Our goal is to ensure both you and the baby stay in optimal health. Kendall forced a small smile, grateful for the doctor’s reassuring tone. In spite of the clinical environment, there was a feeling of security in this room—which was different from the disorder she experienced elsewhere. Doctor Sophia's act of betrayal had left a sour taste in her mouth, but now, in the presence of Dr. Rosen, she sensed a small glimmer of optimism. Perhaps beginning anew with a different doctor wasn't such a terrible idea after all.