Unscramble Doctor Novels & Stories

“Mr. Richmond he greeted Alexander his voice carefully neutral. Alexander nodded. “Is everything ready? ” The doctor hesitated. Indeed it is, yet I must emphasize the inherent dangers involved. The revelation to others would cause—” The interruption from Alexander came with polished abruptness. The doctor released a sudden breath which displayed his obvious discomfort. If the act of falsifying medical records becomes public knowledge my professional license faces immediate jeopardy. "Your status will stay secure if you perform your duties," Alexander stated with a sharp undertone in his voice. The doctor lingered in indecision before finally signaling us to proceed behind him.

he hissed, yanking his arm back. I ignored his outrage, my pulse racing. “What’s wrong with Scarlet?” I demanded. “Tell me.” The doctor’s eyes narrowed. “That’s confidential.” He denied to tell me, gosh why its hard to work against her. I rolled my eyes, as if I would easily listen him and give up. “Cut the crap. You were about to say something important. Just tell me.” He hesitated, but I could see it—his reluctance, his nervousness.

"Hey, cut me some slack. She's new here, I just didn't want anything bad happening on my watch." I chuckled weakly, the sound easing some of the tension in my chest. "You guys are too much. Seriously, though, what did the doctors say? Am I good to go, or...?" Before they could answer, the door swung open, and a doctor walked in, middle-aged guy with a clipboard, white coat, the whole deal. He smiled at me, checking the monitors. "Miss Travison, good to see you awake. I'm Dr. Harlan. How are you feeling?"

"Remove the shrapnel, suture the wound." "Even if it were a stranger, I would save them." "This is a doctor's duty." "Nothing more."

"What do you mean contradicting, Doc?" The doctor took of his glasses and put it on the table, before he sighed. "His body is not going to make it," Mr. Scott's forehead creased. "What?! What are you saying, Doc?! I am trusting you my employee because I know your capabilities. And now you are telling me this?!"

Jason's face changed as he stepped closer to the doctor, who was backing away on the floor, looking scared out of his mind. "What's your name?" Jason demanded, his voice sharp. The doctor was shaking, barely getting his words out. "It's not—it's not true, Your Majesty." Jason wasn't having any of it. "Your name," he insisted. "I'm Albert, Doctor Albert," he finally got out.

Shelly shrieked pulling away. "Creepy bananas Moses I need your help." Kiara giggled. The doctor huffed before coming out of his hiding place with the scared couple and held her. "You've got to teach me some swear words, they'd come in handy," Kiara smirked. "I'll do no such thing, woman." The doctor wiped his face looking flustered. He didn't know he was coming to see a crazy patient let alone, her cocky friend. "Suit yourself, creepy pants," Kiara smirked feeling pleased with herself.

I completed for him and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "The scars will take a while to go away, considering how fast it was to heal from all the wounds, it won't take that long before the scars vanish as well." I looked directly at the doctor as he vomited his truck load of lies. I would have been fooled by the professional look he wore, together with his lenses, if I didn't know so much. "I'm learned doctor," I stated in a patronising manner and he in turn did a once over of what he could see from where he leaned over this table.

I needed to know that what was going on with Noah. He was behaving totally weird all of a sudden. Something was not right and I needed to know immediately. So I tried my best to excuse the doctor away from us. "Thanks for all the information doctor. And thanks for trying your best," "No problem. Let me know if you have any more issues or concern you want to share with me," "We will," The doctor nodded, "Well if you excuse me then," With that, the doctor slipped past right us.

he said. "Do what you want." "Jane." "I get it." I looked up. "I'm not arguing. Put whoever you want on the door." He studied my face. "You're scared." "I'm a doctor who just opened a box with a severed finger in it. Yes. I'm scared." He crossed the room. Crouched in front of me, so we were eye level, the same way he did when fear, tension, and anger left me exposed and shaken. “You don't have to be afraid. I will find out who did this. And when I do—"