Playing Doctor Stories Novels & Stories

And we tended to avoid the trouble they brought. So Leah had asked me before we brought the patient in, “Have you decided to save him? You know… he might be one of them…” “Them” meant the mercenaries. I nodded without a second thought. I believed being a doctor meant helping anyone who walked through our doors, regardless of who they were. Just then, after hearing my question, Leah leaned closer, her voice low. “I think so. Have you seen anyone like him in the local villages?” By anyone, she meant exactly what I was thinking— This man wasn’t like the underfed children or wiry men we usually saw.

a nurse said to the others. “Really?” they asked, gathering closer. I stepped nearer too, pretending not to listen. “She wanted the full story before treatment. The wife said she didn’t know what happened because she wasn’t in the room with him. She begged the doctor to just save her husband. And guess what the doctor did?” “What?” “She told the little girl who kept asking if her dad was asleep to keep quiet if she wanted her dad to wake up because she was asking too many questions.” “Wow.”

"Don't waste your breath, Dr. Wyckoff." The guy grinned as he spoke in a voice that was low, but it carried down the corridor clearly enough for everyone to hear. "From the moment you forced this forensic pathologist to apologize, I've been live-streaming the entire thing. I even came up with a title. Hospital Director Forces Forensic Pathologist to Perform Surgery on a Living Patient to Appease a Donor. Pretty catchy, huh?" Hendrick swayed on his feet, nearly collapsing.

Before I could fully rise, a doctor stepped forward and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Easy there,” he said calmly. “You need to rest. Both for your sake and the baby’s sake.” I froze. My heart skipped a beat. “Baby?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “What do you mean baby?” The doctor exchanged a quick look with the nurse before turning back to me. His expression was serious but kind. “Your baby,” he replied. I stared at him like he had grown two heads. “I don’t have a baby.”

"I must've eaten something bad. My stomach is in terrible pain." He shook his head and impatiently said, "We ate the same thing, and all of us are fine. Why are you the only one with a stomachache? There are no hospitals out here in the village, so stop making a fuss, will you?" I was disappointed, but then Paige said, "There's an old traditional medicine doctor in the village. We always go to him when we're sick. He's better than doctors in the city. "His name is Chad, and he lives at the west end of the village. When you get there, just say that I sent you."

Officer Steve said. “How are you sure that it’s my voice?” The doctor said, still trying to argue. “Shut up! And move!” Officer Steve slapped the doctor after realizing that he was a blatant liar and a pretender. “Please officer, help me!” The doctor finally pleaded. “Wow! You’re supposed to be an actor because you’re good in switching characters.” Faith shouted. The police officers took the doctor away as they handcuffed him. Then all attention was shifted back to Hannah who was laying down inside the hospital room.

*** Only a few days later after the testing, I find myself back in the hospital. Doctor Jones, who was introduced to me as co-head pack doctor, stands behind Doctor Koppler, who is seated at a sterile desk, his hands folded against his lips. It seems like an eternity has passed since one of the people present in the room has said something, and I gulp, forcing myself not to disrupt the uncomfortable silence with some awkward set phrase.

I used my playful singsong voice, which she absolutely despised. "Oh, great. What is it? Do you need me to fix a toilet or bring Band-Aids for a scraped knee?" She loved to tease me about being helpless just for laughs. "I think I’ve got my own personal plumber lined up, so I’m all set here. Really good, in fact." Like I’d ever share the morgue incident with her. No way! Being a doctor, she might just have me checked into a mental hospital. I know I would if I heard a story as wild as mine.

I got back up and decided to look outside to see if Perrin was coming. Deep down, I hoped that he would be so occupied that he wouldn't stroll in, buying us all the time that we needed. "Sh!t! I don't think there's anything that I can do! Her case is rare. I don't see how someone who got better suddenly fell ill again! It's still a mystery to me!" The doctor said, causing me to swallow hard, knowing that I was in deep trouble. "Why? Aren't you a doctor? Why can't you answer that damn question? Huh? This is bullshit! There's no freaking way that you'll tell me that you don't know what to do right now!" I said, running my hand through my hair.