Plague Doctor Book Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but creep a tiny smile on my face as I continued examining the patients. “Can you help me with my toolbox?” I said to one of the servants, who nodded as he raced off, leaving me alone to tend to them. I needed to do this perfectly. I needed them to know that without me, they wouldn't be able to escape the plague. The servant soon arrived with my toolbox, and I immediately went to diagnose the problem as quickly as I could. After assessing the symptoms, I stood up and faced the crowd. “It's contamination through water from a well. Maybe the servants used to serve water to the soldiers.”

I peered through and my eyes fell on two women, who were incubated in a glass cylinder. "These are the only wolves that are still infected with the Plague, and as you can see, they are already recuperating." My eyes went as wide as saucers. I couldn't believe how much the plague has been eradicated from the whole kingdoms entirely. "This is wonderful news," I chuckled. "Yes, and we couldn't have done it, without the help of Carl, he's known as our savour," The doctor grinned. "Carl, I need to see him and thank him properly. Do you know where he is?"

Mile’s POV We stepped out of the library and stood across the street to wait for a cab. Graham wouldn’t stop staring at the book in my possession so I handed it over to him without uttering a word. As soon as he got it, Grayham began to open the book and then fiddle with the pages. A few moments later, there was an unsatisfactory look on his face. Then he finally turned to me. “All I can see here are lists of infectious diseases and plaques that affected the city years ago.” He looked at me. “I’m not even sure if this book will help.” He sighed.

“A story, Doctor. Tell me one.” Ava forced her lungs to draw air. The taste was sterile, filtered, smelling faintly of leather and his expensive, cold cologne. Her heart knocked against her ribs, a frantic, trapped thing. She met his gaze. This was a performance for her life. “His name is Jack Reilly,” she said. Her voice was steady. She was a doctor delivering a grim diagnosis, detached and professional. “We were colleagues. Years ago. A university research project.” He took a single, slow step closer, invading her space, his presence a physical pressure. His skepticism was a palpable force. “A colleague?”

“These wars took my parents, left me an orphan. I’ve seen good men and women lose their lives because of these wars. I guess that’s why I decided to go into medicine. I mean, we’re obviously short on doctors with the number of injured that are constantly coming through the door, but I wanted to do something, something important, to try and help save at least some of these warriors.” When I look back up at him, he’s smiling that dangerous smile again. “Spoken like a true Luna,” he says softly. He points to my plate. “Eat. Don’t let this conversation destroy your appetite. You still have quite a few patients in your hospital to take care of.” “It’s not my hospital,” I mumble as I take a bite.

creatures" were indeed plague-infected, how have you not gotten sick?" "That is what's been rattling my brain. I went into the receiving room after thinking about that because I remembered all of the books that were in there," she was right, Driz had been admiring the collection of books before the men had come to see them for their dates, Driz didn't notice any sort of medical books, though, and wondered where Ella was going with this.

If it means what he thinks it means, then it makes perfect sense why they are the chosen victims. ‘Those who accept their end will rot for as long as their soul had been dead’ also supports the rotting corpses despite it being freshly killed. There had been no implications of struggle, or bruises. It meant nobody fought it physically. It was an intangible entity…making it all the more dangerous. “Hmm…” She returns her gaze to the book and searched for a name. “This book calls it the Plague for the Miserable. I’ve yet to read a cure or a way to prevent it. But fret not, that’s what I will look for today.”

“It’s fine, if anything, I should apologize on Ronan’s behalf, I know you would have to deal with a lot too.” “So what’s the matter?” I asked as I settled into Ronan’s chair. I felt a wave of nostalgia hit me and I shook my head to discard it. “We got news from the north, about the plague.” He started and I sat up straight. “There is?” I asked, sitting up eagerly. “Yes, the plague has been confirmed to be very contagious and it is just as deadly.” “However, underneath the report, there was another note from our men, they think the doctors are compromised and the plague is not as difficult to cure.”

"Who changed my clothes?" "My doctor. Dr. Amelia Whitford. She's been our pack physician for twenty years. Completely trustworthy." He paused. "I stayed in the room the whole time though. Couldn't bear to be away from you even while you were being treated. I needed to see with my own eyes that you were breathing, that you were going to be okay." We made our way downstairs slowly. The Prescott Estate was beautiful. High ceilings, elegant furniture, large windows overlooking acres of forest. Everything was tasteful and expensive but somehow still felt warm and lived in.

"Fine, let's get it over with. I walked over to one of the cots and sat down. The mattress was thin and uncomfortable, and I could feel the metal springs poking through. I wondered how anyone could possibly get a good night's sleep on these cots. A middle-aged man with a tag on his coat saying, "the head doctor", greeted me with a smile. I didn't know his name, but I recognized him from the news. "Hello Miss Salena," he said as he approached us. "The check will be short, I assure you. The plague is spreading fast, and we have to contain it." I nodded, trying to hide my impatience. "What do you want me to do then?" I snapped. He gestured to a nurse, who brought out a pink piece of paper and a