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His head hung low, his eyes focussing on the hand he held, but his leg was jigging, his heel tapping the floor, he was nervous. Daryl tries to get me to eat and drink but I didn’t want anything, what was the point if I was dying. “Please Ashley, please don’t give up, it took me long enough to find you.” The Doctor that had been treating me appears with another man, he was over six foot tall easily, with short bright blonde hair and a clean-shaven face, but more importantly, he was not someone that I had seen before.

“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.

He shook his head. "No. This isn't an interview." Interesting. "Then what exactly is it?" His mouth curved slightly, but there was no warmth behind it. "I simply wanted to meet the doctor everyone has been talking about." I remained silent. "The formidable Doctor who managed to take the life of her own father," he continued. "It's interesting. Doctors are usually known for saving lives." For a moment, I simply looked at him, not because I was surprised. Because I was measuring him. People revealed themselves in small moments. In the words they chose. In the things they tried to make sound innocent.

Albert started driving and got them into the highway. “This is delicious. Can I have another pack?” the doctor asked Vivian. “Um, sure.” Vivian handed him one and Zander glared at the two of them. “Thank you.” “Why are you talking with that bastard?” “He is talking to me. Wouldn’t it be rude not to respond,” Vivian eyed her husband. He still had a grudge about getting disturbed. “What a well-mannered lady! That’s the young miss for you,” the doctor beamed. He had removed his cap so she could see his face more clearly. He looked like a superstar and his eyeglasses suited him well. He was one hot doctor.

her voice grew hoarse ready to roar in a temper. “Oh yes mother I would. I take over you the same way you see nothing wrong in Dad's cheatings and troubles in the past.” Before we could get into a fight the Doctor approached us with smiles written on his face. The second I saw him I stood up quickly like I've been burnt and held him at his collar. “You better bring me great news else I'll choke you to death for your unprofessionalism. You're smiling to tell me I lost my wife and go take heart isn't it?” I gritted harshly staring fiercely into his eyeballs.

Vladimir gestured towards the Veronica. "She has injured her feet..." He said. Doctor raised his eyebrows when he saw bounded woman on the bed. "Of course..." He walked towards her and removed the handkerchief which was red by her blood. "Please help me... He has kidnapped me." Veronica looked at the doctor. And Vladimir was standing there with folded hands. He knows that doctor can't do anything because he works for him. He said something in Russian to the doctor and he nodded looking at the girl sympathetically.

After what felt like an eternity, I lifted my head when I heard footsteps approaching. My Adam’s apple bobbed up and down anxiously when I saw the Doctor clothed in white with a serious expression etched upon his face. I braced myself as I waited for the news. “Alpha,” the Doctor began solemnly, with the sleep deprivation obvious on his face. I wanted to stand up and face him properly. However, I stayed rooted in my seat, lacking the strength to push myself up. I was also afraid that I wouldn’t be able to keep myself up once I heard the news.

Hope's POV. What the hell am I doing? I am a doctor. A woman of science. Not some heroine in a supernatural romance novel. And yet, here I am, trudging through the misty forest again, guided only by this strange pull in my chest that has no medical explanation.

he explained. I gave him a brief glance before focusing back on the screen. Seconds later, the door to Ava’s room opened, and a doctor entered. He was tall, his face partially obscured by a surgical mask. Something about him didn’t sit right with me. After that, a nun walked out of the room, her hands clasped tightly together, her head bowed. I leaned forward slightly, narrowing my eyes as the video continued. “Who is that doctor?” The director opened his mouth to respond, but the footage kept rolling, and the doctor exited the room moments later. He said something to the nun, causing her to freeze and step back before collapsing onto the cold floor.