Playing Doctor Novels & Stories

he hollered when he saw me, barely looking up from his notes. The doctor was an older guy about in his fifties. He was going through the inventory of medicines, prepping needles. I wondered what was in them, why he did this gig. I wondered how much he got paid for his services. I knew better to ask anything as I cleared my throat in the doorway. "Hey, I'm your helper tonight." He turned around and gave me a look I couldn't decipher. "Are you legal?" the doctor asked. I gave him a confused look.

Theme: PLAYING SICK TO GET FUCKED BY THE DOCTOR "She keeps whining, and I can't figure out what on earth is wrong with her!" Patty's Dad complained to the young stud of a doctor that walked into the room. Party sunk deeper in her bed, trying to hide her excitement when Dr Brandon walked in. He was a good looking doctor who had recently become their family doctor because old Dr Rogers, their previous doctor, had moved away.

Asked the professor. "To-to-to become a doctor Prof." He answered. "Our town doesn't have a doctor, so I am trying to be one for then." He continued. "Thank you. You may take your seat." Celeste admired his answer and only then she recognized that he was the boy she bumped onto earlier. "Is that the boy you bumped onto earlier, Celeste?" Asked Tracy. Celeste nodded. "Oh! He's our classmate. I see." Tracy had a mocking smile as she looked through Celeste.

Now facing the doctor, he snapped, and from just his intimidating aura, beads of sweat framed the doctor's face. You don't have to attack me personally, Sir. I am merely doing my job. As a doctor, I have to advise the clients to make sure that they make informed decisions for themselves and their loved ones. Their physical and psychological well-being is our top priority." He preached, wearing a fake bravado, although he did look as confident. And to the doctor's words, Asa remained unmoved, a cold glint cropping his eyes as he surveyed him, like he was trying to figure a fool out.

"If you're not a doctor then you're not my daughter." ****

SHARON I wanted to believe that the doctor speaking was a man on a TV screen, an actor. Maybe he works part time as a doctor, maybe his real passion lies in acting; maybe he's practicing his lines for an audition. But they were just maybes, wishful thinking. His face was set in a straight line and it was evident that he wasn't joking at all. He was telling me the real truth; one I didn't think I would ever be able to swallow.

"Well, that will be my career but I want my life to consist of many things. I will be a good doctor here in New York and hopefully a good man to someone.” "Interesting, what type of doctor? There's a lot of talented doctors here in New York.” He chuckled cutely. "Wow, you have a lot of questions and I like it. I’m a general doctor. It’s a doctor’s position where I can help people with many types of illnesses." She made Ross laugh with intrigue. “That’s cool. You want to help as many as you can, you’ll be at work all the time. Are you sure you're ready for a relationship?”

I really should be there when the doctor gets here, so I asked Elliot and dad to watch what happens and I walked to the exam room. When the doctor got there, he smiled as he walked in the door, “Well, hello! My name is Doctor David. How are you, young man?” The boy nodded, “I’m okay.“ The doctor asked him, “What’s your name and how old are you?” The boy answered, “My name is Doyle and I’m five years old.” The doctor asked, “Would you please put on this gown so I can examine you?” He nodded and I helped him change. When I went to take off his shorts, he winced in pain. I asked, “What hurts, hon?” He replied, “My ankle hurts.” I told him, “We’ll make sure the doctor looks at that, for sure.” W

“You all can stop thanking me. I’m a doctor. Noticing illness and injury is part of my job. Though it has been a few seconds since I brought up that I’m a doctor. I can see how you could forget.” “You better wear a name tag that says Dr. Jones on it or something.” “I’ll add in MD and the fact that I’m a surgeon. I don’t want people thinking I just have a lowly PhD or something.” I laugh and move to the window, looking down at the street far below. I won’t be able to see Jim walking in, but it’s still interesting to stop and people watch from this far up. “We can’t have that, now, can we? Are you almost here?” “Impatient?”

I frowned as he averted his eyes. "Doctor Vina." Tita uttered. I stood up when the doctor approached. Even Arnaiz and I approached us to find out if the doctor had anything to say. She forced a smile. He looks kind but I don't know why there is something inside me that is not comfortable when I see him. Is there any wrong with her? Or maybe I have a problem with it? "I'm just here to check your vital signs. But you don't have to worry because just after a few days, he can be discharged."