The Doctor From Poppy Playtime Novels & Stories

I shrugged, then I went to sit on Sandy’s bed after checking on her and found her watching the scene with interest. “So tell me, doctor, why are you here in my cell in the middle of the night and not visiting your sweet Lola instead?”

“We go in, we get the medicine, we go home. Easy.” Piper let out a breath. “Mami, it’s just a shot. Not an exorcism.” “You don’t joke about that,” her mum muttered, shaking her head. I stifled a laugh. “She’s fine,” I said, then touched Piper’s arm. “You’ll be okay.” Once inside, we made our way to the respiratory clinic, and the same doctor from three days before walked in soon after. “Morning, Piper.” He greeted. “Ready for your first dose?”

The fuck? “Why, hello there, Dr. Harris,” Poppy croons, lips curving into a smile. “Pleasure running into you like this.” She laughs, reaching out and putting her hand on my chest. Josie gives her a what the hell look that I silently approve. “Ms. Rudolph,” the hostess calls, holding up a to-go bag.

Then they were shown to a miniscule exam room. "June will be here in just a minute," the nurse told them with a smile. "Thanks," Poppy smiled. She sat at the end of the examination table and motioned for Hunter to take one of the chairs. She was about to ask him how Rolly was doing when the door opened, and a petite Asian woman entered. "Hello, Poppy! How are you today?" "Hi, June, I'm great, thanks." The midwife paused when she saw Hunter, then she looked back at Poppy.

I needed her around here,so I screeched my tire and bumped into a pole. " Pamela, Pamela" she called but I didn't respond as I disconnected the call. "Mission accomplished, hello Kaleb come get me to a hospital, Eva is on her way here" I said as Kaleb sighed. . . ~ Ashley's POV ~ . . Poppy held my hands as the doctor prescribed some drugs to be used for me, since I didn't get enough sleep and was yawning non stop. "Miss Woodall, we'll like for you to come with the baby's father next time,he needs to know how his kid is faring" the doctor said as Bradley ran in.

Poppy. "Let the doctor check to see if that's truly the cause," retorted Mrs. Poppy more interested in what the doctor as to say. Paris and Mrs. Poppy left the room giving the doctor space to do his work. "Are you feeling any pain?" Dr. Douglas inquired Paris as he opened his small black bag. "I'm feeling a bit of pain in my chest now," she told him. He checked her heartbeat not once but twice. "Your heart is beating very fast," he told her.

The two apothecaries immediately tossed their brooms aside. One helped the middle-aged woman to open the door while the other took the child from her arms. "Time to see a patient, Dr. Larsen!" one of the apothecaries called out to an old doctor as he carried the child inside. The old doctor pushed his glasses up his nose and eyed the mother and daughter. He walked slowly over to the consultation table and sat down. "Don't worry, ma'am. What's wrong with the child?" the doctor, Ellis Larsen, asked the middle-aged woman.

the doctor asks. “Yeah. I’m Yorick Hill, her son.” The doctor holds out her hand and Yorick hands over the phone, narrowing his eyes as if he expects her to disconnect the call. “Dr. Yara, this is Dr. Charlotte Johnston. I’m not sure if you ... oh you do remember me. Yes,” she says, looking at me. “Yes, I’m just about to look at the x-rays. Hold on just a moment.” “Alpha Cyra, is it okay with you if I speak to Dr. Yara?”

“A story, Doctor. Tell me one.” Ava forced her lungs to draw air. The taste was sterile, filtered, smelling faintly of leather and his expensive, cold cologne. Her heart knocked against her ribs, a frantic, trapped thing. She met his gaze. This was a performance for her life. “His name is Jack Reilly,” she said. Her voice was steady. She was a doctor delivering a grim diagnosis, detached and professional. “We were colleagues. Years ago. A university research project.” He took a single, slow step closer, invading her space, his presence a physical pressure. His skepticism was a palpable force. “A colleague?”

The implications of what could be causing this early labor made my heart sprint, but I didn't want Emily to know my worries. She nodded. “Okay. No pushing.” I gave her a quick smile before darting out of the room. My heart was pounding in my chest and my knees were shaking. Delivering babies in a doctor's clinic wasn't exactly in my job description. The door next to me opened and Dr. Mathews stepped out with his last patient. “Now, go check out with Donna and I'll see you in three weeks,” he told the man. I recognized him as one of the farmers that was friends with my dad. He was a regular in the Gentleman's Poker Club. I gave him a polite nod as he passed.