Phoebe Patient Com Novels & Stories

Hours later, I drove into the garagantuan compound that housed my parents' mansion. “Jett!” Phoebe greeted me at the door with a hug and a hearty squeal. “Hi. How are you doing?” I asked, rubbing gentle circles on her back. “Good,” She replied, pulling away then tugged at the grey scrubs that I hadn't noticed she was clad in earlier, “We got our scrubs today. I'm a step closer to becoming a nurse.” “Congratulations.” I said, pinching her cheeks before entering the house to meet my mum.

He won't see you unless you apologize to me properly first. Honestly, I couldn't shake the feeling that Phoebe was consumed by nothing but jealousy. Every time I saw her face, which looked so much like my doctor's, I couldn't help but feel nauseous. I turned away and gagged a few times. Phoebe didn't even give me a chance to speak. She closed in on me, her expression almost unhinged. "If you're sick, you should go home and rest. But if you keep making a fuss like this, maybe you should go back to the psychiatric facility for another long stay, hmm?"

I wished Phoebe wasn't in the hospital, confined in a wheelchair, because I knew my daughter so well. If she had been at the restaurant, Sheila and her mother wouldn't have walked out of that place unscathed. Right at that point, the doctor finally emerged from the ER. “Doctor, how is he?” Phoebe and I asked simultaneously. The doctor approached us with a serious expression. “His condition is very unstable, but he's alive,” he said. “We need to keep him under close observation through the night. It’s too soon to determine the full extent of the damage, but we’ll know more by morning.”

"How am I your sister?" "You're older than I am." "How are you able to tell I'm older than you are?" "I'm a doctor, remember? I have access to patient's files." "Yes, yes, you're a doctor." She nodded. "But you're not my doctor. Brother Richard is. How are you able to access my information?" "I'm his direct junior, so I have access to his patient's files and records. I have the permission from him to do that." "Is that so?" She asked and Phoebe nodded. "I can see that. But are you that free to look up patient's records?"

Meet me now at the popular harmbouger's hotel" I half yelled.. "What?..but" "Most importantly come with the scan result" I said and cut the call.. I grabbed my car keys and zoomed off.. Doctor Phoebe's POV I quickly dressed up and rushed to the hotel.. When I got there, there was no sight of her.. Who the hell does this woman thinks she is to order me around? I came out of the hotel, just then I saw someone waving at me from a car.. I took a proper look at the person..

Who wouldn’t be, staying up all night to watch over a patient? "Did you eat, Phoebe?" I asked. She looked at me and yawned. She’s adorable when she does that, but it’s just a show. Her innocent trait is just a facade so no one will see the real her. Phoebe is crazy, no matter what you do. "Yeah, I ate the food you prepared. I also gave some to Patricio earlier because he looked hungry," she replied. I nodded. Why was Patricio there?

I answered her. "Yay! I can't wait!” Phoebe squealed. "I'll go see the doctor now so we can start going home.” I ruffled her hair and stood up. Just before I opened the door, a knock came on the door and the doorknob twisted before the door was pushed open from outside. The doctor I planned on talking to came in with a nurse behind him. "I was actually on my way to your office,” I told him. "Oh, I'm here to check her vitals, can you say what you wanted to say here or it'll be in my office?” He asked as he walked over to Phoebe.

Wasn’t that a pig? Phoebe ground her teeth to the point she could feel their roots itch fiercely. Cheryl smiled and said, “I don’t understand anything the two of you are saying. Let me introduce both of you. This is Alex Rockefeller, the one who I said was a great doctor. This is Phoebe Larsen, a good friend of mine who shared a dorm with me in university. Oh, she was also a campus belle. Isn’t she beautiful? Now, she’s a resident doctor in Michigan State Hospital.”

Ria mumbled. "Don't worry miss Ria, Phoebe will be alright." Ma’am Elise assured Ria as she led her towards the ward. "Well I hope so." Ria’s voice quivered. Ma’am Elise and Ria walked into the room where a female doctor was attending to Phoebe who had purplish bruises all over her body from too much itching. "Mom. Ma’am Elise." Phoebe said in a low tone. The female doctor whose tag read. "Dr Gillan." glanced up at them.

He glanced back to look at Phoebe, seeing the way her shoulders slumped down as she heaved an airy sigh, thanking him with her eyes. “But what exactly is wrong with her,” Mrs. Cory asked as Lucas walked past the doctor into the room. “She has malaria, but it’s still at its early stage. Make sure that she takes the medications I have prescribed and she will be fine,” Doctor Damien replied, a bit uncomfortable answering the question. Seeing that Phoebe looked more relaxed than she was before he left the room, Lucas perched on the bed beside her and wrapped his hand around her neck. “You would be fine. Okay?”