Romans & histoires The Surgeon's Rejected Girlfriend

the nurse said, oblivious to his confused looks. He looked to Dr. Francis who was now avoiding his eyes. “Past records? I—I, well Nimueh said something that she was sick. But what—could you please let me know my girlfriend’s condition as her boyfriend not a fucking doctor!?” His outburst made the nurse flinch and hurriedly walked away. He was really curious and it was eating him alive. His chest was moving up and down from frustration. Dr. Francis sighed. “Come to my office,” he said and walked ahead of him.

I said begging for forgiveness “Oh my goodness, you are hurt” I touched his face which the glasses left a scratch on “its bleeding" I said He held my hands tight and away from his face “I am a doctor, I am going to treat this" I said shivering and sweating He held my hands tight and kissed them “These hands seemed very warm to be a surgeon” “just like my cheating boyfriend said to me, damn him" I said fuming in anger He laughed “I am serious, your hand are soft and warm”

Anna replied. She also left the JC treatment room with the surgical co-assistant apprentice who followed her. "I think JC doesn't like Jeanette as much as it is rumored in the entertainment media. For me they are far from couple goals," commented one of the surgical co-assistant apprentices. "I don't even want to have a girlfriend who's stupid like Jean though ... she's pretty and sexy," said her male colleague.

she wasn't understanding the main reason for their sudden sad looks. Delilah opened her mouth to inform her about the part of the body which got injured, when suddenly, the door to Marco's ward was pushed open. The doctor walked out with an exhausted look. Alessia hurriedly turned to the doctor. “Doc, how is he? Can I see him now?" The doctor raised a brow, “Who are you to him?" He asked. “I'm his girlfriend." She hurriedly replied. The doctor nodded in understanding before going ahead to shake his head again. “Unfortunately, you can't see him now until after the surgery."

he continued, voice low but sharp, “that she already made her choice.” The surgeon exchanged a glance with his colleague. A silent conversation passed between them—risk assessments, probabilities, liability. “This isn’t about choice,” the surgeon said. “It’s about survival.” Chris laughed once. Short. Broken. “You think she hasn’t been surviving long before she got here?” Silence followed. He stepped closer to the table, placing the clipboard back down without signing it. His palm flattened over the page, covering the line meant for consent. “She trusted me,” he said quietly. “And I failed her once already.”

I scowled at her. "No! You're disgusting!" I spat back angrily. I should reject her. I don't want her to be my mate. I'm going to marry Liza anyway, for the union of our packs. This is for the pack's future. I should think first about what is better for the pack than for myself. Dang, but why does it hurt to reject her? The looks she gave me were full of pain and hatred. But I have to do this. "I, Alpha Azrael Shepherd, reject you, Alexandria Gregory as my mate," I said coldly, then turned my back towards the packhouse. I have said it and it's already done. I stopped dead in my tracks when she yelled at my back.

"If I hadn't asked, would you have just never said anything about it? The day after your miscarriage, you acted like nothing happened and went back to work, doing surgeries. "If I hadn't come looking for you, would you have just kept pushing through on your own? Do you even still consider me your boyfriend?" I was a bit confused. "Dr. Randall, didn't you say that you were first and foremost a doctor?" The force of the hand clutching my shoulder increased. "But it doesn't mean I should forget my girlfriend." His breathing quivered slightly. It was the first time I had seen him struggle to maintain control. The evening breeze dispersed the smell of the smoke.

“How did I hide it from you? When I brought her to the hospital, I called you and said our mom was sick. When the surgery failed, I told you that even if she were my mother-in-law and my mom, I had no right to provide an affidavit of non-prosecution. Laura, we’re married. What’s wrong with calling my mother-in-law Mom?” I stared at her in disbelief and continued, “Or did you think the patient was my mother, which was why you… I thought we were husband and wife, one and the same. I never thought that you would actually try to kill my mother… Laura, this isn’t a surgical accident. This is murder.”

Before Adeline could speak, the woman beamed and said, "You don't recognize me? I was a nurse in Dr. Samuel Newell's department! I've since quit, though. "You know, Dr. Newell really loved you. He gave up his heart for you. Such a shame, really—his cancer could actually have been treated." With that, the woman's husband pulled up in their car, and she waved goodbye and left. But those few sentences had already sent Adeline's world into a tailspin. She steadied herself, her palms cold with clammy sweat, her mind churning in chaos. What did that mean...? Nicky had always told her that Samuel was doing well. He'd even shown her photos of Samuel with other women. And Samuel's social media had ke

" I felt a bit sorry for Elena because she did not seem to have any friends from her time abroad, so I figured it was okay for Liam to be extra nice to her. However, it soon looked like they were more than just friends all along. Trying not to feel sick about it, I said to him, "Mr. Chapman, if you keep on flirting, we'll have to push back the surgery again." That's when Liam realized I was still in the room. He coughed a couple of times, looking pretty embarrassed, and said, "You've got it all wrong. Elena and I, we're just teacher and student." I just looked at him, gave a little smile, and kept quiet. I did not need to get back at him. After he came out of the operating room, someone else