Rose From Doctor Who Novels & Stories

This wasn’t the Doctor she usually spoke with. “Hi, you must be Jane. I’m Dr. Stephen, covering for Dr. Crow,” the new Doctor said warmly. He looked to be in his early thirties—friendly, approachable, nothing like Dr. Crow, who truly lived up to his name. Romilda sat down, studying the new Doctor’s face. He’s cute, she thought. “How are you feeling today, Jane?” he asked, flipping through her chart. “Rose,” Romilda corrected. “My name is Rose.”

Few minutes the Doctor walked inside the room and said his greetings but I only nodded my head at him and he went quickly to where Vanessa laid down and Rose got up immediately giving chance to the Doctor to examine her. The Doctor brought out his stethoscope and checked her heartbeat after doing that he wore his hand gloves and began to examine the injury on her lap. He began to treat the injury and stitch it after spending time stitching it he gave her some injections and brought out some pills from the bag he walked up to Rose and prescribed the drug for her and she nodded her head at him and said “ thank you very much sir” “No problem” he replied to her and turned to face me.

and then walked away. She was meters away from him when the doctor she met earlier who had treated her brother passed her by. She turned as her eyes followed the doctor. She was curious to know why he was heading to the female restroom and then, suddenly, from the corner of her eyes, she saw the Doctor and two other Doctors fall on their knees. They were all in front of the strange man begging. Rose could not believe her eyes. What was going on?

'' I ask, concern. The doctor looks straight into my eyes, ''She's stable.'' My heart starts to slow down as a sign of relief before actually letting out a deep sigh; realising that Rose will be fine and that she'll he able to actually heal. To my surprise, I am starting to see images of her smiling and laughing but I know that will take awhile. ''Can I see her?'' I ask. ''Yes but let her rest,'' He replies and I nod my head. Just when I'm about to walk away and see her, the doctor starts to call out for me, ''I know this is a little bit personal but are you close with the patient?''

It was only then I realized I had stuff sticking on me and in me, monitoring all kinds of shit, giving or taking fluids. And as if on cue, a doctor and three nurses entered. The nurses flitted around and started checking machines and vitals. While the doctor, who was Dr. Arthur Rosen, who had helped deliver both Kellen and I, greeted us, adorning his familiar broad smile showing his perfect white teeth. Dr. Rosen was a little older than my father but still looked very good for his age. He was handsome, despite the lines around his coffee-colored eyes and the flecks of silver in his curly brown hair, which I just thought made him more distinguished, he could still pass for 30-something. He al

Mister was kind of proud of her. "Come with me," the doctor said with a sigh. "That's what I thought," Pearl said as she got up to follow the doctor. Mister got up to and followed them both down the hallway and around the back of the janitors closet. He punched some numbers into a panel in the back wall of the closet and it opened up to reveal the sleeping and heavily wrapped up body of Robert D'Rose'.

Rose explained. "Oh! That explains your injuries too." He said. "Yes, doctor." She replied. "So how is she?" The doctor gave her a reassuring smile. "She's going to be okay," he said. "But what of Miss Daisy? I thought she would be here waiting too. Why is she not here?" The Doctor asked, looking around to see if he could see her in sight. "She left." Rose calmly said. "She left? But why?" He questioned, completely surprised. "I guess she had more important things to attend to."

The doctor arrived quickly, his face a mask of shock and horror at the scene before him. Together, they carried Rose who was barely clinging to life down to the basement and made her lay on a makeshift bed. The doctor who was horrified by her condition immediately began treating her injuries. The maid hovered anxiously nearby, praying for Rose's survival. Hours passed, and finally, the doctor emerged from the basement, his face somber but relieved.

The doctor looked at Rose—who was struggling under the drug’s effect— but instead of concern… there was jealousy in her eyes. She filled an injection with the antidote— and injected it harshly into Rose’s arm. Rose winced in pain… and soon lost consciousness. Daniel might have been focused on Rose— but nothing around him ever escaped his notice. That’s why he was who he was. And that’s why… Rose had caught his attention. She was different. When he saw what the doctor had done— his eyes turned blood red. 😡 He stood up, grabbed the doctor’s hair from behind, and growled through clenched teeth—

No explanation offered because no explanation would be given. I need both sisters here tomorrow. Same time. No reason given in advance. He sent it. Rose from the chair. Picked up the bottle from the desk and pocketed it without looking at the doctor again. "Thank you, Doctor." He walked out. The corridor outside was empty. His footsteps were quiet on the tile floor. His face, if anyone had been watching, was completely composed — closed, cold, the expression of a man who had just confirmed something catastrophic and had already moved on to what came next.