Queen Victoria Doctor Who Novels & Stories

I could remember the horrific looks on everyone’s faces! Zack wasn’t still talking to me even after the coronation. I wondered what his problem was. Didn’t he know that a King and Queen had to work together to make a beautiful nation? I understood he lost his father but how come I was the only one he didn’t converse with? I summoned the royal doctor this morning, due to the constant diarrhea I had. I noticed she looked moody when he entered. “My Queen, Good morning,” she said. The royal doctor was a middle-aged woman who wore a thick-rimmed glasses that made her look professional.

He just came in today and rushed to the patient immediately. When the City Hospital's director heard the commotion, she immediately went to the Emergency Room to check the situation. She was stunned when she saw a familiar face. ".." Clive Aster. A well-known Emergency Doctor, Neuro and Cardiac Surgeon. Her Ex-Husband. "Welcome Dr. Clive Aster! Welcome to the City Hospital." says director Celeste Klatt. Celeste shook Clive's hand and gave him a light kiss on the cheeks. "Parting ways seemed like yesterday, Celeste. It's nice seeing you again."

"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."

"You heard me Alpha Richard. Take of the shirt." "Why should I?" He asked in an affronted manner. "Look Alpha Richard, I'm the Doctor here and I have absolutely no other purposes other than to do just that. If you’re asking,” I huffed, placing my hands on my waist, “It's because I had to check the wound you seem to be hiding under that shirt. You may not have noticed but it’s open and bleeding onto your shirt right now." I said. I could see the look of astonishment and realization as he looked down carefully to see it doing just that.

But unlike my expectations, the reason did not put an end to his curiosity. "You...you wanted to make a medicine out of it?" A man around his forties having more strands of grey than black finally steps out of the shadows. Are you cosplaying? I wanted to ask while taking in his attire of ancient armour over red robes, a deadly sword hanging on his belt of leather. "Sort of." Chaos soon broke with multiple people hidden away from my sight starting to speak, the echoes too hard to discern. I shrank back to the wall when it grew louder and the loudest of the group finally letting me hear a clear statement. "She's a doctor!"

It said that a doctor called Valentine had fallen into a river and passed away last night. Betty could not help but feel that this name was a little familiar, she seemed to have heard of it before. When she reacted, her eyes were slightly wide, and she said to Victoria who was standing opposite her, "Victoria, the doctor who operated on your father that day, was his name Valentine?" Victoria nodded, "It's him, what's the matter?" "He's dead! He died last night. Take a look." With that said, Betty quickly handed the phone over to her.

I’m about to turn around when the door behind me clicks shut. I spin around. Viktor is leaning against the closed door, arms crossed, scar pulling when he smiles. He’s been waiting. The realization hits me like ice water. “Looking for someone, Doctor?” His accent rolls slow and thick, making my name sound like something filthy. “Or were you hoping to find me?” My heart slams against my ribs. I keep my voice steady. “I was looking for Marta. Clearly I found the wrong basement rat instead.” He chuckles, pushing off the door and stepping closer. “Always with the sharp tongue. I like that about you. Makes me wonder how it would feel wrapped around my cock.”

I asked in a shaky voice as I feared that I might have gotten their boss killed. That was when the doctor noticed me for the first time and she corked her brows at me in disgust. "Who the fuck are you?" She turned to Jackson whom I had not realised was behind me. "Get this woman out of here!" "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Luca warned and I blinked continuously. "She's important to him." I raised my brows at the answer. How was that possible? I just met Viktor yesterday! The doctor frowned but she turned to Viktor and shook her head before opening up her doctor tools. When I peeped in, every tool in there looked strange. It wasn't like that of a regular doctor.

before the door opens to admit a thrall who appears to be in her thirties, with reddish-brown hair held back in a low ponytail and big freckles on her pale skin. I cross my ankles and nervously drum my heels on the hollow metal base of the exam table, waving with my fingers. “Hi.” “Your Majesty.” The doctor curtseys to me, then to Owen, and somehow pulls it off while balancing an open laptop on her arm. “Your Majesty. I’m Doctor Campbell. It’s an honor to serve you both during this blessed time.” “Um, thanks,” I say, still not used to this type of formality. “Your wrist looks like it healed well,” the doctor notes. “Any troubles with that, at all?”

“Still a little tired.” Azriel stood up straight, folding his arms. “What did you find?” The doctor’s smile widened, and his eyes sparkled with excitement. “Well, Your Majesty… congratulations.” I looked at him, confused. “What for?” Azriel glanced at him too, his brows furrowed, waiting for an explanation. But before the doctor could speak, a nurse peeked into the room and said softly, “Oh, I'm so sorry for interrupting. I didn't know you were with the Queen. ”