Queen Victoria Doctor Who Novels & Stories

Hearing those words from him, I collapsed on the chair. What have I done, what did I just do. I stared at sleeping Victoria and shook my head in grief and disbelief. This can't be happening, this can't be true. The door opened, and the doctor walked in and stood by the door. “You should go home, she won't wake up until morning.” I heard him but did not move an inch. “Do you think she has lost memory?'' I whispered those words almost to myself, but I knew the doctor could hear me.

Vladimir gestured towards the Veronica. "She has injured her feet..." He said. Doctor raised his eyebrows when he saw bounded woman on the bed. "Of course..." He walked towards her and removed the handkerchief which was red by her blood. "Please help me... He has kidnapped me." Veronica looked at the doctor. And Vladimir was standing there with folded hands. He knows that doctor can't do anything because he works for him. He said something in Russian to the doctor and he nodded looking at the girl sympathetically.

As it was, there were already telltale signs. "Every day at 4:00 pm!" Sebastian frowned slightly. Dexter did have a very strange condition. "Maeve, you and Harold don't need to worry about Uncle Dexter's condition. I've already asked Jovenshire's most famous doctor, Percy Wolham, to come. I'm sure he can cure Uncle Dexter," Callum said, looking triumphantly at Harold and Maeve. The old man sitting beside Callum looked contemptuously at Sebastian. How could such a young doctor be capable of anything?

The doctor became very quiet. Almost too quiet. As though he was studying my face. A long silence passed. Then I heard him whisper. "I know her." His voice carried certainty. "I know exactly who she is." My heart skipped. The woman sounded curious. "Who is she?" The doctor exhaled slowly. "Vivian Hart." Silence. Then he continued. "Vivian Hart Blackstone." The woman gasped. "Blackstone?" "Yes." The doctor leaned back slightly. "She's the wife of David Blackstone."

Her eyes widened as she stared at the image. Then she let out a small, excited squeak. “Is it a boy or a girl?” The doctor adjusted the probe, moving it slowly. “Give me a second… let me check.” He was quiet for a moment, then he smiled. “Well, look at that. There’s his little pee pee. It’s a boy.” Sophia’s face lit up instantly. She turned her head toward Ethan, her voice full of fake excitement. “Look, Ethan! A boy. A new addition. An heir to the Black family.”

“What happens when my body grows old and weak?” “It won’t. Your body will remain well-preserved with R10. Besides, my country's most brilliant doctors and scientists will take good care of it.” The queen gave Fred a look over her shoulder. Fred nodded slightly, seemingly responding to what she said. Lily saw their interaction and propped her temple with her hand, asking, “If your doctors and scientists are so brilliant, why did you have to get me to create R10? Couldn’t they do it?” The queen was stumped. It was clear what Lily asked was beyond her knowledge. She frowned and subconsciously looked over her shoulder.

“Christie, I’m fine, my darling. Don’t look so frightened.” But I can see she isn’t fine. Her skin looks too pale, her lips dry. My chest tightens. The doctor straightens and turns to me, inclining his head. “Your Highness. The Queen is stable for now, but I’ve decided to run a full test to be certain.” He carefully takes a vial filled with mother’s blood and tucks it into his case. “What’s wrong with her?” I demand, my voice rising sharper than I intend. “She was laughing with us last night, she seemed perfectly well!”

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 Nathan, 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?”

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"I see. Yes, there's no need to mention it. What needs to be done will be done. But for now, we must do all we can to provide treatment." Oscar's voice was hoarse as he said, "With Your Majesty's words, I am at ease. With the royal physicians attending her, at least Lady Ruth will be more comfortable." "Go now. I will visit her later myself," Victoria instructed. Oscar, deeply moved, bowed in gratitude before stepping out. "Keith," Victoria called out, her tone now tinged with mild anger. "Go to the Royal Medical Department and inquire whether the queen has refused the physicians from attending to Ruth."