Creation of the Inevitable: Volume 1

By The Raven’s Doctor

All his life Malcom Doxon has only known fragility and sickness. Most days were spent on a hospital bed counting the hours go by day by day. One day his aliments got the better of him and he soon passed from our world. But through unexpected circumstances, he finds himself in a new world where he can start a new life without fear of his body breaking down.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Feb 22, 2022
• ISBN: 9781663233905

The Raven’s Doctor

The Raven’s doctor, young a aspiring, doesn’t want to tell you about their past or their present but instead would like to give each reader a promise. That promise is to stay alive for milenium after their gone through their amazingly high quality book series.

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CREATION

OF THE

INEVITABLE

VOLUME 1

The Raven’s Doctor

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CREATION OF THE INEVITABLE

VOLUME 1

Copyright © 2022 The Raven’s Doctor.

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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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ISBN: 978-1-6632-3389-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-6632-3390-5 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2021925406

iUniverse rev. date: 02/22/2022

CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

CHAPTER 1

D reams are funny things, don’t you think? They can be a playback of the day you just had, inner trauma trying to claw itself out with all of its might, or even your imagination and creativity running rampant because you chose to suppress them during the day.

I was having a dream that was nothing but a blissful world where everyone loved me—actually, it kind of leaned more toward adoring me. I was the only one able to destroy any pillar that stood before me, and my power came from the ones who loved me. I was living not only the life of a hero but also a life that was different from mine. But my euphoric slumber was halted, as everyone around me kept saying hello in unison, as if my dream was taking a trip to the cave of nightmares. The constant assault to my eyes expelled me from my dream and into the real world.

There, I was greeted by the sight I knew too well—beeping machines cluttered behind me, a whole slew of IV units connected to my figure, and a patient name tag strapped to my arm that read:

Name: Malcom Doxon

Date of Birth: 09/14/2001

Age: 17

Gender: Male

ADMIT: 04/13/2019

The tag also had a bunch of other stuff I didn’t bother to read. The room was as vast as it was barren; the wallpaper was frighteningly bland and most of the lights were off, per my specifications.

And to my right was someone I didn’t expect to see.

She poked my cheek and said, Finally, you’re awake. I was worried that the food I smuggled in would go to waste.

I tried my best to muster a smile on my dreary face and said, It’s nice to see you, Denise. How have you been?

Denise had been my friend from the very beginning. Our fathers were like blood brothers who would each fight a lion to save the other. Our mothers were the same but at a much more civilized level. There was also Denise’s older brother, Trevor, with whom I didn’t mingle—the man just oozed malice and contempt.

But then there was Denise, a tall, pale noirette, with hazel eyes so brilliant you’d mistake the color for red. Our friendship clicked like two puzzle pieces, and it soon grew to something more. It was almost like everything had been planned this way.

Denise brought up a chair next to me and started to set up the food. No matter how damaged my nose might be, I could always smell my mother’s cooking. Grilled ribeye steak topped with bacon jam, a couple of smash burgers with spiced mayonnaise and no tomato, and carbonara with thick cuts of bacon and chicken. My mouth was watering as much as it could, just to have a single bite.

Denise noticed the look on my face and said, That’s not all. She then pulled out a small container and opened it to reveal the most beautiful beef Wellington I’d ever seen.

She laid out my portion on the table in front of me as she started to eat her portion to the side. I tried, with the will of God, to lift my arm and take a bite, but my cursed body was too weak and frail to even lift the tip of my finger.

With a defeated turn, I said, Can I use your assistance?

She stopped eating and smiled. Of course.

She spoon-fed me as if I was a toddler on a highchair. I swore that I would find a way to beat the bad hand that was dealt to me.

Denise saw my dismay and tried to console me. Hey, don’t make that face. It doesn’t suit you. I know—let’s talk about what you’re choosing for your major in college.

I rolled my eyes. I already told you. I’m going to be become an accountant.

She huffed with frustration, as usual. Why pick something so bland? Why not something like filmmaking or acting?

You’re trying to make a fool of me, aren’t you?

To be honest, something like filmmaking or acting would have been nice, but knowing my body and its ailments, I probably would be out of a job for taking too many sick days. Accounting just seemed nice—a closed-off room for me, minimal face-to-face interactions, no worries of getting infected by something. It might be hell, but it was a hell that I could deal with.

I said, Why don’t we talk how about how you found a way to get your college to send you to Italy, of all places.

She laughed. That’s right. You graduate this year, while I got to skip a grade. She stuck her tongue out to rub it in, and it worked.

If I wasn’t chained down to this bed, I would show you who’s top dog in this relationship.

Her eyes sparked. Are you sure you want to challenge me? She then lowered her dress below her shoulders and got on top of me.

Welp, I asked for this; now I’m stuck, I thought. I was helpless against the personification of her inner desires. But a silver lining came when she placed her weight on me, causing something to snap and sounding an alarm that something wasn’t right with my body. She jumped right off me and dressed herself before a group of nurses came in the room and examined me, head to toe.

It took a few hours to find out that my pelvis had fractured due to the lack of blood flow to the area, causing necrosis. In layman’s terms, if a feather were to land on me, my pelvis would break into pieces.

But that didn’t stop Denise from crying her heart out and saying she was sorry while flooding my face with kisses.

I tried to interrupt her. It’s not really your fault, I said. It would’ve broken on its own, sooner or later. I’m surprised that I didn’t feel a thing. Then again, it’s hard to feel anything in the state I’m in.

She wiped her snot and tears from her face. You’re not mad at me?

Of course not. I could never be mad at my little Dede. My eyes spotted the clock and noticed that it was 9:00 p.m. Hey, don’t you need to make it to your flight at ten thirty?

She looked at the clock and started to panic a bit. She gathered her stuff and got ready to take off. But before she left, she took my arm and kissed it. Goodbye for now. I’ll make sure to visit real soon, OK? Soo …

I tried to tell her that I didn’t get that last part, but she