The Doctor Is Out Novels & Stories

Claudia asked. "I mean, money isn't going to be a problem!" Claudia made it clear but the doctor seemed to have a pity expression masked on his face. "We can't do anything as of now! We still have to wait for the patient to wake up and that way we could do all the necessary additional tests on him but right now you have to excuse me because I have to go!" The doctor said as he trudged out of the room. Claudia seemed to be stunned and horrified by what she had heard. She glanced at the door that the doctor had walked out from before staring back at her husband! Claudia sat close to her husband before thinking within her mind.

He said then strode out of the bedroom. *** Kianna slowly raised her face to look at the Doctor. "Is she okay?" She asked. "You need to take her away from my clinic." The doctor said sharply. "Take her home." Kianna looked at him, having a strange feeling this time. "Where is she?" The doctor ignored, looking around as if he was looking for something. Kianna raced into the inner room. The doctor frowned at the loud screams Kianna made. He quickly packed a few things into his briefcase.

He darted out of the ward to a nearby office which he assumed was a doctor's. "My mom... is..." Before he finished his statement, the doctor walked out of the room briskly because he got paged. "What happened?" "I-I don't know!" Trevor shoved his hand into his hair in frustration and moved aside for the doctor to run a check on her. "Can you excuse us to run more checks on her?" Trevor nodded and stepped out of the room. He stood by the door side waiting for one of the doctors to come outside. After another ten minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Trevor, a doctor stepped out of the room.

It's boring. I walked towards the door and silently peaked outside. Gomez and few guards were standing in front 'his' office door. May be they are waiting for someone, but who? After few seconds Doctor came out of his office while wiping his sweaty face. He shook his head at Gomez and walked away. Why they have called the doctor, is he injured? I stepped out and walked towards Gomez. "Is everything ok?" I asked him. He looked confused and in dilemma. Gomez looked at me and his eyes sparkled like he got the solution of his problem.

He needed answers, but they were just out of reach. The sound of the door opening jolted him from his thoughts. The doctor walked in, clipboard in hand. “Hello, Zach.” Zach blinked, bringing himself back to the present. “Hey, doc.” “Well,” the doctor began, flipping through the papers, “your condition isn’t too critical anymore. If you feel up to it, I can discharge you today.” Zach nodded, his mind elsewhere. “Thanks, doc.” He swung his legs off the bed and stood up, feeling a bit unsteady but determined to leave.

Before that, he stopped by the room, called Fred to accompany him, and they headed to their destination. “You shouldn’t be on your feet, Mr. Dylon,” the doctor said, walking toward him and holding him as if he might fall. “I need to ask you something,” he said, clearing his throat and gathering courage. “I need you to discharge me today.” The doctor looked at him in shock, and so did Fred because he also thought Benjamim wasn’t in his right mind. The doctor scratched his head where his hair was still intact, and after some time, thinking it over, he replied:

Yusufar said. “Always use to be together, we are both staying here” Somia said with loud voice and she and Yusufar shook hands. They were talking and laughing when the door opened and the Doctor entered; he was wearing a native cloth and with a lab cloth. “Good morning everyone” he greeted as he entered and they replied him. “My friend, how are you doing?” The Doctor said with low voice and greeting Ibrahim. “I am good Sir” Ibrahim replied. “I am going to discharge you all now, but you have to be coming here every weekend or I can be coming to your house to check on you and if it’s time to remove the banged I will surely do that” the Doctor said.

I answered. The door opened and someone walked in. It was the doctor. “Oh doc, it's you,” I said. “Indeed. I would like to have a word with you if you don't mind” he said, not fully inside the room (most of his body was still outside). “Oh…okay sure” I responded and then turned to Hazel, “Just give me a minute. I won't be long” I said to her before heading outside to hear what he had to say. Closing the door behind me, I walked out and went to a corner with the doctor. “What is it, doc?”

“Parents who raise someone like that can’t be any better!” Dr. Hamilton, who was helped forward by a few people, cleared his throat and said, “I’ve practiced medicine for over forty years. I would never falsify records. I personally reviewed this document. Milo was indeed in the dispensing room at the time. I saw him with my own eyes.” Suddenly, a male doctor in a white coat rushed forward. He grabbed my mom by the hair and slammed her head against a nearby bulletin board. She screamed as blood immediately began seeping from her forehead.

“They’re all worried about you. So’s the crew. As soon as they let you go, we’ll head home, okay? There wasn’t much left of our stuff from the hotel.” Bree shook her head. She hadn’t taken anything too important, but she hated to hear that. The doctor knocked on the door and pushed his way in. “Hi there, Miss Matthews. I’m Dr. Holloway. I’m here to look at your hand.” “Hi, Dr. Holloway,” Bree said. “Do you want me to wait outside?” Trent asked the doctor. “No, it’s fine for you to stay, if it’s all right with Miss Bree.”