My X Report Novels & Stories

"Come on in." The man steps into the room, looking around at the cluttered space. He spots the papers and files on the table and raises an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?" he asks, his eyes narrowing. The journalist straightens up, meeting his gaze head-on. "We're investigating this camp. And we've found some things that we think people need to know about." The man's expression turns to one of disdain. "I see. And what do you think you've found, exactly?"

She had refused to look him in the eye. When Maverly followed Xanthus to the emergency ward, he kept looking at her, but she refused to look into his eyes. Later, he lay in bed, waiting for her to visit him, but she didn't come. The doctor wrote a prescription for Xanthus. First, he ordered a brain scan, as well as an electrocardiograph. Then, he asked if Xanthus had ever encountered such a situation before. Xanthus knew very well that his condition was not a big problem. It was because he had been too tired recently. He had worked for the entire morning and did not get enough rest at night. Anyone would have ended up like him if they did the same. In addition, they would also suffer from in

Half of Mia’s heart screamed no matter what time, while the other half agreed with Jaxon’s words. Seeing Jaxon who seemed to be waiting for an answer, Mia shook her head. “I don’t mind,” she replied. “Oh, before I forget, you should do a medical check-up with Doctor Timothy,” said Jaxon which made Mia a little speechless. “I just want to know your health condition,” added Jaxon which made Mia look worried. “What’s wrong with me?” Not wanting any misunderstandings, Jaxon shook his head.

A week later, my test results came back. The report showed that I was healthy enough to get pregnant, even if I had hyperventilation syndrome. Xavier stopped before leading me out the door and said, "The results of today' s test are private and the hospital is obligated to keep them confidential. If the results are ever leaked, I will be held accountable." Back in the ward, after closing the door, he let go of my arm. At the moment of separation, I suddenly took his hand.

Director White handed the report to me with a reassuring smile. “Sir, please relax. Your wife doesn’t have any serious issues. She has mild superficial gastritis, which can be managed through dietary adjustments. Many young people today have irregular eating habits, so stomach problems are very common. It’s nothing major. I’ll prescribe some medication. Madam should take it for a week and return for a follow-up.” “Thank you, Director White.” I turned and handed the report to Scarlett. “Scarlett, see? You don’t have cancer.”

Master X's voice boomed throughout the station as he entered. Almost all the cops stood as the man strode smoothly towards the middle table with his walking cane. "Xavier?" General McCall drew his brows. "Yeah, so you better think twice! Show me the evidence indicating that he killed the students" Master X sneered. "Evidence?" General McCall faced the cops. "We received an anonymous report" the cops replied, and he frowned again. "Anonymous report? And you decided to arrest him without further investigation? How dare y'all!" Master X confronted loudly.

Nodding in response, Xavia replied, “I see… Thanks for the concern. Um… Is it possible to run the check-up now, Dr. Rudner?” “Can do,” replied Matthew who knew about her big day tomorrow. With that, he began diagnosing her… About twenty minutes later, he ultimately said, “…From what I’ve gathered, your body seems to be in stable condition… However, I’ve also detected something odd growing within you. I need a bit of time to research your condition… three days, to be exact.”

He warned me not to leave so quickly but I just wouldn't listen. Now, I had a weird, prickling pain thawing in my chest. I waited patiently for him to pick up and the instant, he did that, I beamed, “Hello Doctor, it's me, Mr Xavier. Xavier McKinney if you can't recall. I am having a serious revolving cough and I'm finding it hard to breath properly. What do you think is the cause of that?”

Saxon is not in though, but he's the one who left the bottled water for me. Crazy how I need anxiolytics and antidepressants now to stay grounded. It's been thorns and nails living without Xaia these past years, but it's even harder knowing there is no end to the tunnel. First things first, I take my meds before settling to flip through the documents. They are more familiar reports from the centre regional packs. Sason bursts in just then with his iPad stuck to his face. ‘‘There your are!’’ ‘‘What's all these?’’ I ask him, referring to the content of the documents even though I'm just about to go through them.

"Who are you talking to?" Her giggle sounds again, near the couch she always sits on. I look it over, as if doing so will bring her to me. She would appear, a textbook or small work of fiction in her hands. And all would be well again. "Xavier. . ." There's a caution in his voice. "You don't look too well. Are you feeling okay?" "I'm fine," I say too harshly for my inquiring friend. "Um, I have a report from Josh." It's only then that I notice the small stack of papers in his hand.