Stalked By My Doctor Novels & Stories

Sharing a doctor with a woman who hates me feels very dangerous right now. Still, getting off the heavy steroids is my main goal. I want my real face and body back. Maybe I’m just being paranoid. Maybe the doctor is having a bad day. If he’s still acting weirdly at my next appointment, I’ll find a new gynecologist. I leave the clinic as fast as my bad knee allows, deciding to fill the prescription at a different pharmacy. The rest of the week turns into a nonstop work grind. Taking Chase down requires all my focus and energy.

Voss left a short note saying my case needed follow-up. I felt pulled in every direction. Guilty. Excited. Scared. And especially wanted. There was no hiding the fact that I was a slut for these doctors. One evening I had two appointments close together. First with Dr. Hale for a quick check on the latest scan. Then I was supposed to see Mr. Franklin right after. The times overlapped a little but I tried to hurry. Dr. Hale met me in the radiology room again. He smiled his smug smile. “Quick one today. Skirt up. Panties down. Let me see if everything still responds well.”

Hadn't they said that when something worst comes your way, nature does send bad omen to you to prepare you before hand. "Sorry!!!" Stella muttered, her vision a bit dusty due to the hazard the doctor's words were causing. "I mean the reports. I need to discuss it with your husband before disclosing it to you" Dr. D'souza stated. "Anything serious?" Stella asked assured of the worst to happen with the grimaced look on the face of doctor, otherwise he was quite cheerful with random jokes spilling out from his mouth every now and then. Last time when she came here to give her blood and urine samples for random tests both Edwin and Alex went on her nerves making fun and mocking her sense of jewe

After I was certain that I was all set, I picked up a handbag of mine, and headed out of the house, with my guards, following me. “Ma’am, I can assure you that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.” “But… But it was so vivid. You need to understand me, doctor.” I urged, with pleading eyes. “Ma’am, you could be undergoing stress. You just need to have adequate rest, and time with your loved ones. That could help, and I’m certain you’ll come back to tell me that I’m right.” The doctor said, with a smile, then reached out his hand to a bottle of pills.

I struggled really hard not to open my eyes but it seemed like I couldn’t keep them closed for too long anymore. “Why do so many negative things come my way?” I asked myself as I was struggling not to cry after hearing what the doctor said. “Okay doctor, so what do we do to avoid the complications?” Tristan asked the doctor curiously. The doctor sighed and handed a paper to Tristan. “You’ll have to sign this,” The doctor said to Tristan, handing the paper to him. “What is this for?”

I'd spent hours convinced I'd lost my baby, that all the forced medication at the clinic had caused irreversible damage. "However," the doctor continued, jotting something down on her clipboard, "you need to avoid extreme stress. Your body is reacting intensely to emotional strain, and that can trigger more bleeding episodes." A bitter laugh escaped me. "You should tell that to the doctors at the clinic," I muttered, unable to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. The doctor blinked, confused, and quickly made another note. She was probably writing something about "paranoid tendencies" or whatever label came with the paperwork they'd sent from the clinic.

I believe she would love me soonest but that got shattered with the words just now, creating emotions ever painful. "Don't be too sure. Starr would forget you soon and even you are going to get over him as soon as you hear the news of his demise," I replied, smiling. " Are you sure you were his beta? If indeed you were his beta and you are not yet blinded by your foolish obsession, then you will know that Starr isn't just anybody," she replied, chuckling. " You..." " My Lord, I am afraid you need to stop stressing the patient," the doctor said, coming between us.

Kennedy’s pov The stupid fucking doctor couldn’t come to me today, so I had to go there. Of course, I could see another doctor, but I don’t trust other people. I know they swore an oath or something, but that didn’t stop a previous doctor from airing my personal laundry for the right price. He might have pretended it wasn’t him, but someone at his office leaked the result of my STD test. In the end, I didn’t have an STD, just a yeast infection, but still. The motherfucker shouldn’t have talked.

My eyes shift to the female doctor who is examining Stacey, her half-conscious state sending a pang of fear through me. “Stacey!” Hurrying to Stacey's side, I take her hand in mine, my heart hammering in my chest as I inquire about her condition. “Mr Martinez, you need to take proper care of her now.” The doctor informs me that Stacey has experienced stress and administers a relaxing injection, advising that she needs proper rest and care. “Thank you, doctor.” As the doctor and I step out of the room, a sense of relief washes over me, knowing that Stacey is in good hands and on the path to recovery.

Stellan snarled, his voice dropping into a dark, vibrating frequency that made the medical monitors hum. The doctor merely chuckled, completely unfazed by the homicidal aura Stellan was radiating. He pushed off the doorframe and strolled into the room, his piercing blue eyes dancing with amusement. "You don't sign my paychecks, Vaughn. The board does. And as the chief of medicine at this highly secure, ridiculously overfunded facility, I go where my patients are," the doctor replied smoothly. He walked to the foot of my bed, offering me a warm, celebratory smile. "Congratulations, Miss Mercer. Or should I say, the future Mrs. Vaughn. I brought some good news to go with the new hardware on yo