Playing Dumb Time To Doctor Debut Novels & Stories

-Whack- A crisp sound was made as someone was holding their head and pouting just a little bit. "Tattoo. A tattoo is what it is called, and you say your smarter than me!" "That's because I am! SEE!" Paper rustled has a sheet got shoved into another kids face. "This Mark Here Says So! Doubt You Have It! Because only smart kids get it!" An arrogant tone sounded as if it was a matter of fact. "... Wel... We'll see about That!" The other kid whimpered in retaliation as he rustled through his bag. Curious now the young kids all dug into their bags that were attached to the seats for their papers.

"Please lie down and take off your pants, sir. I'll do an examination," The Doctor said flatly while wearing latex gloves, then turned her body over professionally. "Are you read—" Luna stopped. Her eyes circled instantly. "Huh!? He... He is really my patient today?!" She thought. Luna blinked her eyes repeatedly, as if to make sure her vision wasn't playing tricks on her. "Ekhheem..." The man in front of him cleared his throat slowly, clearly deliberately.

I smiled at my silly thoughts before remembering were on a mission to stop a disease that could potentially wipe the human race off the planet. Hours passed and the room was crowded with more people. There was a huge countdown on the screen showing 30 minutes left for the second trial. Everyone was making sure everything is stabilized and calibrated. I look at the dome in the center with some sort of speakers surrounding it. “Penny for your thoughts?” Louie spoke beside me casually handing me a snack. I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead despite the cool night air. “Thank you. So, if this works, does it mean we successfully traveled back in time?”

My husband Christopher Lumiere succumbed to a deliberate overdose of sleeping pills. He was promptly rushed to the hospital, but was declared dead upon arrival—a lifeless husk. Emily Landon, his junior and the doctor tasked with saving him, failed to revive him despite her efforts. She solemnly passed me his official death certificate, heavy with sorrow. "He's gone, Yuna," she told me, anguished. "Please accept my condolences. I just need your sign here so we can send his body to the morgue."

I let out the breath I had been holding and flopped on the couch. Eating dinner was a little hard. I kept poking my nose by accident every time the heat hit my face. And it hurt. This time a waiter came to take the food tray and I slept off on the couch while watching the business news. My phone ringing woke me up. I groaned, stretching my hands to my phone. “Dwayne, how long does it take before you get your ass here. I work with a schedule,” the doctor’s voice thundered. I yawned and that was his ticket to blabbering. “How nice. I gave you an appointment for ten and it's past eleven and you're sleeping?!”

Later, Maisie changed tactics. In front of him, she deliberately put on the innocent act. She "accidentally" bumped into him while eating ice cream, "mistakenly" took his umbrella, and even "unplugged" his laptop at the library by accident. In the end, Vincent completely lost his patience and snapped coldly, "If you have a problem, go see a doctor. Don't come looking for attention from me."

she said slowly as the cracks of her bone filled the room. He moved towards her, trying to hold her down but was met with the greatest shock of his life. His eyes were almost popping out of their sockets as he stared at her. All his life he had prayed for this and had thought the moon goddess didn’t want him to have it, but he had not expected it to come in the form of his useless and worthless daughter. “Stacey!” He yelled out before a white light illuminated everyone. ******** hi everyone, it's Darcel again. Please your comments and likes would be deeply appreciated. I look forward to hearing from you all. And yes, the last chapter of 'the rejected doctor' would be after this. Thanks for