Stempel Dokter Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dokter menekan perut sebelah kiri bawah lalu sebelah kanan bawah. Aku menggeleng karena memang tidak merasakan sakit. Lalu Dokter meletakkan stetoskop di area perutku. "Mbak Tiara sudah bersuami?" tanya Dokter yang membuatku ingat lagi dengan perlakuan Mas Fikri. Aku pun mengangguk sambil menangis histeris lagi.

“But… I haven’t even talked to her yet…” The young doctor simply watched him, saying nothing as the boy struggled to make sense of it. “How is this possible?” Tim whispered. “Are you sure? Is this really her signature? You’re not joking with us, are you?” His fingers lightly traced the written name as if it might change under his touch. “The EDV Medical Institution doesn’t joke about patient care,” the doctor replied gently, offering a reassuring smile. “But… but I didn’t even meet Dr. Belle,” Tim insisted, shaking his head.

On the other side I saw another man standing looking at us while fixing up something in his briefcase, he also wore a pair of suits with a stethoscope across his neck he must be a medical doctor, I knew it from his outfit, he took out the thermometer came closer and inserted it on my hand, I was delirious and was just watching, as he read my temperatures. "Hi, am Doctor Sam, I hope you're feeling better now?" I replied to the doctor with a nod, he asked more questions about how I felt around other parts of my body, I kept nodding my head for answers, and shook my head off when the answers were to be no, I was just staring at what he was doing.

The sun had just risen when I finished making rounds in the post-operative ward. I was wearing my white doctor’s coat with a name tag that had become very familiar to many people. The nurses greeted me with respectful smiles, and a few young doctors followed behind me, taking notes on every word I said. It still felt strange every time someone addressed me with that long title, Doctor Sienna, a general surgery specialist who often appeared at national conferences and spoke abroad. But in reality, I had truly reached this point.

Doctor Waba replied, and the kettle started whistling to indicate it had boiled. Caleb noticed the Doctor used older technology in his kitchen, probably passed down to him from older generations. He also did things in a certain order every time and was very neat. Caleb scanned his body and observed how the Doctor stood tall, proud and even had a tattoo of his children’s names on his arm. He had been in the Doctor’s room before, which was nicely decorated and showed off all of his certificates. “Are you trying to read me, Detective?” The Doctor asked, still facing away from Caleb. He then turned to look at him with a smile and walked over with two mugs.

The pharmacist looks so disgust with the paper that I crumble when I was driving my car out of my frustration. "Look here young lady," I start, "This is a fucking signature from a fucking professional doctor which is Dr. Kerious Ayn." I continue. Her eyes widen and gasp. "S-Sir–" I did not let her to finish her sentence, she does not needed to finish them.

He smiled when his obsidian met Selene's emerald bead, then stopped all the treatment process that he wanted to do before finally opening his voice. "Kristoff," said the doctor. "Kristoff Chappelle." The Doctor introduced himself —extending his right hand that was no longer wrapped in a latex gloves like the other part. Instead of shaking the Doctor's helping hand, Selene chose to catch the big hand —grasping it tightly, while looking at him sadly. "Help me get out of this place. I’m begging you."

“You’re so beautiful.” Then I chuckled. “Right. Of course. We look the same.” I talked to her for nearly half an hour. She didn’t respond, but I didn’t stop. I told her everything I could. I wanted to believe she could hear me. James stayed quietly in the background. Watching me like I’d lost it, talking to someone deep in sleep. I made the most of every second. Because tomorrow, I would no longer be Noami. I would be Normani Arvenze—the wife of Dr. Fabio Arvenze.

"All done, Trevor. I'm out of medicine. Come back tomorrow morning." Trevor felt his leg and smiled. "Thanks, Doctor!" The doctor turned away, getting busy with his things. He shooed them out with a wave. Zara left, full of doubts. She pulled out her phone and searched for Xanadu Medical Center to look for the doctor's photo. Zara flipped through Xanadu Medical Center's website and, sure enough, she spotted the doctor. His name was Austin Simmons, and he was the head of the department.