The Doctor From Poppy Playtime Novels & Stories

I had a thing for doctors now. “Hi, Doctor,” I smiled back. He climbed into the bed next to me, smacking my ass as he moved past. “Is Sarah still here?” I asked. “No, she left,” he answered, popping strawberries into his mouth. “How do you know her anyway?” I asked, still coloring. “Uhmmn, her mom and my mom were friends,” was all he said. I nodded curtly. “Hmmn.” “How’s the painting going?” he asked, leaning back.

Here, I was more than just a wife or anyone’s shadow. I was just Dr. Maeve. “Dr. Maeve!” someone shouted from outside. “We’ve got a patient—serious bleeding, possible gunshot!” I rushed to the entrance. Two boys were carrying the patient in—a young man, drenched in blood from the waist down. One of the boys spoke, his voice shaky. “He’s lost a lot of blood. We found him too late.” “Get him to table three,” I said, already pulling on my gloves. “IV line, fast. Start a pressure pack. Leah, page Adam—tell him I need him now.”

Beam said worriedly. Hearing this, Joe finally snapped out of his confusion and then stared intently at Bono. "You fool! It's the opposite. That arrogant young man was actually telling the truth." Joe said with a worried look on his fierce face. Beam's eyes widened, "Sir? Are you sure? You-" "The doctor confirmed it. That damn young man ... he really knew that I had intestinal problems, and do you know what the doctor said? He ... said that I had been cured with an operation. An operation. Did you hear that?" Joe said with a strange look on his face.

Molly desperately tried to pry Robert's hand off Jill. However, her actions only infuriated Robert. He freed one hand and grabbed Molly. Now he was choking both of them. Molly's face flushed red. "Tell me! Did you two gang up to kill my mother?" Finally, it was a doctor who stepped in and pulled them apart. Once freed, Jill and Molly fell to the ground, gasping for air like fish out of water.

I thought of how Nicholas had looked in the clinic when his desire was aroused, and I swallowed involuntarily. Rochelle saw my expression and began teasing me, looking surprised. "Am I actually right? Are you in the mood for love?" Before I could say anything, she continued with her questions. "Did you see Dr. Johnson?" "Dr. Johnson?" I pretended to look confused. Rochelle spilled out everything that she knew. "Yes, he's the very handsome one. I've asked around, and he's a new college doctor who just came. He graduated from Yanvale Medical University and has a doctorate!"

"What we just saw is classified medical information about Miss Hart's condition. Anyone who speaks about this outside this room will be terminated immediately. Are we clear?" Everyone nodded, too shocked to argue. "Mary, with me. Now." Dr. Stevens grabbed my arm and pulled me from the emergency room into a private office. He closed the door and turned to face me. "What are you?" "I'm just an intern." "Don't lie to me. I've been a doctor for thirty years. I've seen a lot of things. But I've never seen anyone heal wounds with glowing hands through touch alone. That's not normal wolf healing. That's something else entirely."

Her phone vibrated in her hand. The screen lit up with an unknown number. Her stomach tightened. She hesitated only a second before answering. “Hello?” The voice that came through the line was calm, cultured, and unmistakably pleased. “Ms. Vaughn. You are becoming quite popular.” Her pulse spiked. “Who is this?” “A concerned observer,” the man replied smoothly. “Someone who appreciates momentum. And right now, yours is exceptional.” She clenched her fingers around the phone. “If this is another threat, you are wasting your time.”

I asked, folding my arms across my chest. "I don't advise a lot of people." The doctor replied. "But you're a face I haven't really seen around here. Dylan always mentioned you and I'd hate to see either of you have any regrets," Holding firm to the documents in one hand, he nodded and then he swung open the curtain behind which was Pops. "He's right there and he should be awake now." He concluded before drawing his voice in the direction that he went. I slipped my fingers through my hair as a hard lump went down my throat. My eyes were brimming with tears which I wiped away before walking into his ward.

Danica's POV From being the wolfless outcast who doesn't know her place and butts into an operation where her help wasn't appreciated, to being an official doctor on trial at the pack's royal clinic. Everything happened so fast, I barely had anytime to process it. Just less than an hour ago, I was apologizing endlessly to a doctor who apparently had more experience than I do, even after getting slapped. And here I am now, assuring Alexander that I wouldn't let him down in the one-week trial. Just a week ago, I was still sneaking in and out of the woods to treat patients who barely escaped rogue attacks or those that got trapped in the cunning traps.