My X Report Novels & Stories

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.

"Don't take this out on me. I swear on my integrity." Wesley stepped in front of her. "Maya, you've gone too far. How can you accuse Sasha like that? Just because the results aren't what you want, you take it out on her?" He flipped the report open. Didn't even look—just threw it at my face. I caught it, frowning. Bold black letters: biological relationship. A reporter snatched it from my hand and passed it around. Everyone around me looked at me with pure disdain. "I told you. Ninety-nine tests, and every one said the same thing. How would this be any different?"

"Sorry to disturb you, but I wanted to know about the patient, Xander Fletcher. He came in this noon.” There was a silence on the other end for a while, before the line cracked. "You're nurse Amelia, right?” "Yes.” "The patient has regained consciousness and is currently resting.” I sighed, a smile crossing my lips. A fresh wave of relief washed over me. “What does his report say?" "Umm… sorry, but you'll have to come in to see it. I can't tell you over the phone.

“You’re becoming dangerous. The way he said it settled against my skin and for some reason I wanted to preen. I looked away first and took a slow sip of coffee. “You said I needed to stop acting like a housewife.” “And now?” “Now I think Xavier should start being afraid every time I smile.” For a moment I thought Tristan almost smiled. Then his phone buzzed against the marble. He glanced down once, his expression shifted. “What?” I asked. He turned the screen toward me instead of answering. A photograph. Xavier exiting Lancaster Biotech less than twenty minutes ago. Beside him - I stopped breathing. Mabel Mortaine. She was walking beside him openly while reporters shouted questions around th

It took an eternity for someone to pick up on the other end. Madeline was feeling a bit irked. "So, what's the scoop on the Sanders family drama?" Xoan's voice came through, scratchy and strained. "Got some juicy bits. Sending them your way now." When Madeline heard a sharp yelp of pain from him, she frowned. "Are you feeling okay?" Xoan was quick to brush it off. "Nope, I'm good. I'm good." However, a chorus of heavy breaths came through.