Stempel Dokter Novels & Stories

“I’ve been waiting for my turn, Intern. I want to taste what Doc has given you.” Dr. Sterling gestured to the door, where three more male doctors were standing, watching us with hard expressions and even harder cocks. One was stroking himself, his eyes scanning my naked, ruined body. “The staff meeting has just begun, cara,” he said with a low chuckle. “There are more people waiting for their turn,” Sterling said with a wicked smile on his face. “The night is still young, baby. You wanted to be at the best hospital in the world, didn’t you? Well, here we are.”

he was wrong. We were only fake couples... But how could I let him understand that? The room thickened with tension as the omega doctor talked alone. He didn't seem to pay attention to our unusual quietness. "Now, I will be taking my leave. You can get discharged when you are done with this trip." He announced and dropped the injections he was holding, seemingly ready to leave. It was at this moment that Sterly cleared his throat. "Doctor," He called. The doctor turned around and looked at him with a raised brow. "What is it?" His tone wasn't as warm as when he was speaking to me.

“This isn’t a hospital, it’s a medical office. And this is a happy time. No apologies needed. I want to be here.” I flashed her an uneasy smile just as the doctor walked in. “Hello,” she said. “I’m Doctor Selom, but you can call me Lish. I prefer to go by my first name.” I liked her instantly. She had trendy glasses and wiry hair. She was likely early fifties, and her smile was sincere. Stella and I both greeted her. “So,” she said, glancing at her chart. “You figure you’re about two months along and you’d like to get a blood test from the little bun in the oven? Is that correct?”

“Yes, sir.” Moments later, the doctor walked into the room. It was an elderly man with white hair and wrinkles all over his face. He appeared to be in his eighties. Whenever the doctor opened his mouth, they could smell a terrible odor. Was that person really a doctor? All the servants avoided the old doctor and did not want to be near him. The old doctor approached him and said in his rough, ancient voice, “Mr. Gomez, I’m Pyre Hermes, the doctor you appointed.”

I wasn’t sure if I would ever use them, but I learned them anyway. “Ms. Torres, you can go in now.” The receptionist called from behind her desk. I’d been sitting down for so long, I felt like a twisted pretzel as I stood up. I grunted under my breath as I made my way into the doctor’s room, finding a tiny woman with thick spectacles and a stethoscope around her neck inspecting the form I filled in when I got here. “Ms. Torres,” The doctor - whose name plate on the table read “Doctor Gemma Lee” - lifted her spectacles off her face and motioned towards the bed, “Your first time here?”

He looked startled when I stepped into his clinic without an appointment. I walked into the office, and the doctor looked up from his desk. "Valerie," he said, a hint of familiarity in his voice. "What can I do for you?" "Just a quick stamp of approval," I said, smiling tightly. He nodded, knowing exactly what I was referring to. He picked up the report he'd already prepared and added his official seal to the bottom. "All set," he said, handing me the document. I scanned it quickly, relief washing over me as I saw that everything was in order. Acute stress collapse, neurological instability, monitored by Nurse Sofia— temporary caretaker. It was all there.

“That’s exactly why I said we have evidence.” He gestured at the security guards to open the door to the records room. From there, he pulled a wrinkled sheet of paper from a drawer. The paper had several dark ink stains on it, and in the bottom-right corner was the hospital’s official stamp, with the time stamp printed August 12, 2023, 12:55 p.m.

the doctor's eyes widened, and then he looked to JP in his human suit. "I will handle this." JP offered another bright smile and set his hand on the doctor's shoulder. "Hello, Doctor Rice. I am JP. I am Chasm's personal doctor. Let us discuss your patient for a moment in the hall. I am sure you can chat with me for a second. I will make it worth your time." "I guess." The doctor was pushed out of the exit by the firm hand of JP, and when they were gone, Chasm looked back at Rhylent.

Alex stiffened immediately. The door slowly opened. A doctor entered. Middle-aged. Professional. Carrying a clipboard. Nothing unusual. Yet something felt wrong. Very wrong. The doctor smiled. "How are we feeling today?" Alex's pulse accelerated. He had never seen this doctor before. Never. The man approached the bed. Calmly. Confidently. Then Alex noticed it. The hospital ID badge. Fake. The photograph was peeling. The name had been printed incorrectly. A detail most people would miss.