Novel & Cerita New Doctor Grey's Anatomy

I wasn’t going to force them either. We were seeing a new doctor, our old doctor retired just last week. So, she recommended a new doctor for us. Garret and I walk hand in hand into her office. We check in and fill out the forms the nurse gives us. Once the doctor is ready to see us. We go through the notes and whatnot my old doctor gave her. “I’m Dr Reed…” she introduces herself. “Dianna and Garret Vanderbilt…” I point to Garret and me. She smiles. “I see here it’s your second pregnancy?” she asks.

I focus on the road, the passing buildings-anything to avoid the growing dread in my chest. Upon entering the clinic, the thing that greeted me was the sterile smell; my stomach was queasy. The receptionist guided us to the doctor's office. I can feel the sweat on my palms as my fingers clutched onto the chair, trying to hold composure. Simeon sat next to me, swinging his legs and oblivious to the tension in the air. Nolan rests his hand lightly on my shoulder which gives a silent reassurance. The door opens, and Dr. Gray steps inside. Her expression is carefully neutral. She greets us both, but I know something is off. She's not here to talk about the results of tests or general health issu

I whispered. He glanced at me, his silver eyes softening for a moment before he gave my hand a gentle squeeze in return. “I just want to be sure,” he murmured. And honestly? That made me feel safer than anything else. The moment was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. A man walked in, dressed in a white coat, but he wasn’t the same doctor I had seen the last time. This one looked younger, maybe in his late twenties, with neatly combed brown hair and sharp features. He had an easy, confident smile, and when he looked at us, he bowed respectfully to Kai before turning his attention to me.

“Wait a second.” Louisa Ross’ voice was awe-struck. “A doctor? A hot younger doctor?” “Yep.” Annie scrubbed at a particularly-stubborn stain on the counter. Goddamn coffee, the bane of her working existence. That and grease from the cooker. “The doctor who first saw Sarah when she landed in the E.R. three years ago… remember?” “I thought his name was Mac The Blond Sex God.” “That was the other hot young doctor,” Annie explained. “Jax’s friend. This is Sam. The trauma guy.”

The two again looked at each other as they both got confused about what was happening. Eventually, a doctor is checking Grey’s condition in front of Raymond, Warren, and Kat. “Tell me, doctor, is he okay? Did he lose his memory?” she inquired. “Um…I’m sorry to say but…I think he has a temporary amnesia," the doctor declared sadly. "What? He have an amnesia? But I thought he had a surgery on the left shoulder?" Kat queried confusingly. Grey and Warren looked at each other meaningfully, while Raymond saw the signal the two young men were making, which made him smile secretly.

Mommy Ella reprimanded. "Sorry Love." Daddy Gideon replied. He is very contrite. All of them looks like a puppy that was kicked by their owner. Grey Grey sheepishly walk towards my bed. "Sorry precious." "I seriously questions your diploma and credentials Grey Grey." I told him. He scratch his head and smile sheepishly. Smiling Grey Grey doesn't fail to make me smile as well. My doctor came in and smiled to all of us and announced. "It's time." I pushed as hard as I can. Grey Grey beside me was as pale as a corpse but thankfully he did not pass out.

And I swear to the goddess, I'm not going to let something like this happen to her again. I'll protect her. I'll keep her safe. Even if she hates me. Even if she never forgives me. I don't care. As long as she's alive, as long as she's okay, that's all that matters. Just then, the door pushes open, and I look up to see a doctor stepping inside. He's older, late forties, maybe early fifties, with graying hair and a calm, professional demeanor. "Alpha Xarion," he greets with a polite nod.

He would know his uncle better than I would, though I still hoped that Benedict’s kindness had been genuine. The doctor gathered all of the medicines into a bag. Grayson looked impatiently from him to Prime Beta and finally to me. “Everyone leave,” Grayson said. “Except you, surrogate.” The doctor hurried now, gathering the rest of his things, before bowing a little at Grayson and heading toward the door. The Prime Beta waited for the doctor to leave first, then followed him out, closing the door behind him, leaving me alone with Grayson. I tried to stand straighter, prouder, but really I was nervous. I could only hope it didn’t show on a face I struggled to keep emotionless. I wasn’t as goo

Calls were made. She was escorted upstairs. Dr. Andreas’s office was spacious, warm, nothing like the cold clinics she was used to. A large screen covered one wall. Medical equipment sat neatly arranged. The doctor stood when she entered. “Ah, Mrs. Greyson,” he said with a smile, his accent thick and unmistakably Greek. “Welcome. Please, come in.” He looked to be in his early forties, tall, calm eyes, salt-and-pepper hair. A man who had seen many cases and didn’t rush his words.

Monday morning I met Grayson outside his building at 8:30. He was already there. Navy coat. Hands in his pockets. He looked up when he saw me coming and something in his face changed. “You actually came,” he said. “I said I was coming,” I said. “I know. I just …” He stopped. “You thought I might change my mind,” I said. “Old habits,” he said quietly. I fell into step beside him. “Not anymore.” The doctor’s office was a private clinic on the Upper East Side. Clean and quiet.