Arknights Doctor Face Novels & Stories

the doctor said, his smile going from shaky to a full grimace as he bowed his head in greeting. Ryker’s response was a forced grunt as he glared lasers at the doctor, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. The doctor quickly turned to me, and I could almost touch the relief in his eyes. “Good morning, Arianna.” “Good morning, doctor,” I said with a smile, hoping to make up for Ryker’s ill manners. The doctor visibly relaxed, and a small, genuine smile played on his lips. “How are you doing today, Arianna? Are you feeling any pain or discomfort anywhere?” He asked, touching my affected foot.

Turning his attention to the man in the suit, the doctor continues, "You arrived here without documents, young lady. We called the last number on your call log. This gentleman said he's an acquaintance of yours." Drake stands tall with an air of confidence, his hair perfectly coiffed and framing his chiseled features. His piercing eyes seem to hold a depth of knowledge, and a faint stubble lines his strong jaw. Drake exudes an aura of sophistication and authority. Despite his striking good looks, there's a hint of warmth in his smile, suggesting a genuine kindness beneath his polished exterior. I meet Drake's gaze, silently expressing my gratitude for his presence. He was with me during the

Her face seemed familiar and I wondered if we once had an encounter. I glanced at Leonie, whose arms were firmly wrapped around me, and I lifted her chin to meet my gaze, asking what was wrong, but she flashed me a childlike pout and buried her face in my chest again. I sighed frustratedly and glanced at the doctor whose head was hung low. “Doctor Vivian, what's going on here?” I asked, waiting for a response and she remained silent. I bawled my fist, getting slightly fed up till a blonde with disheveled hair and slashed face, stepped forward from the side.

I felt wet mud splash against my legs, and the shoes of my shoes soaked through almost instantly. The pack doctor was inside, and she waved me in brightly. Her dark blonde hair was pulled into the same low ponytail as the last time I’d seen her, and her bright pink lips faltered from their smile as she looked closer at me. “Young Luna Arienne,” she greeted, and I looked at her in surprise. “Doctor Chenoa,” I greeted. “You know?” “Of course,” she smiled. “The Young Alpha Jacob told me this morning. He wants to see you,” she added softly.

The walls of the room were painted white and the floors were grey marble that was smooth but soft underneath your feet; the window behind the doctor was big enough for you to see the outside world which appeared to be cloudy and windy. On her mahogany table rested files that were neatly arranged in one corner, there was a family photo of the doctor, a man I assumed was her husband and three children- boys, with sandy blond hair who were smiling brightly and holding balloons. They all looked happy. “Alpha Fenris,” she said immediately as she looked up and recognized him, standing on her feet. “What a surprise to see you and your Luna” I froze at the mention of Luna, but Scar acted oblivious t

But I stepped back and told him, "Don't touch me!" I walked inside the hospital and he followed me inside, he looked for a Doctor to look for my sprained knuckles. “Doctor, can you take a look at her hand?” "Yes, Of course!" The Doctor stopped what he was doing, and then took me to his clinic. Then he said, “Did you punch a wall? It looks like your knuckles hurt so bad, it was swollen already.” I sighed and looked over at Arman, who was standing in the corner and listening to the Doctor's query. Arman's eyes landed on me. I gave him a dirty look and said to the Doctor, "Damn, I didn't know his face was made of metal."

A few minutes passed as the nurse rushed back and guided us. “Alpha Aiden, what a surprise!” Doctor Finn said with a broad smile on his face, bowing to greet us. He was a young chap, mid-thirties, I guessed, with the fine lines marring his face. The Alpha doctor had hair styled back and dressed in a plain dark shirt, a white coat and dark jeans. “Miss Rose, nice to meet you.” I hummed softly, giving him a polite smile as we settled on the chair in front. We explained the situation, excluding the part about me having healing abilities. The doctor was quick to note down the medical history, personal details before he asked me to lie on the bed.

Constance smiled as she walked out the door, closing it behind her. I looked at Dante, “At least they’re being thorough?” I shrugged. Dante didn’t say anything but nodded. After a few moments, the pack doctor came in. “Good afternoon Alpha, Luna! I heard you had a rough start Luna, are you feeling better now?” “Uh…y-yes. Just a bit nervous is all now,” I smiled. “I am Doctor Hank, the head Pack Doctor here, it’s so very nice to finally meet you Luna!” I smiled, secretly a little relieved he made an honest and kind introduction. It made me feel much more comfortable with everything going on.

It's exactly what this morning from hell needs. From the corner of my eyes I catch sight of who I think is the doctor who treated me the first night I was here. He heads my way after seeing me. He's dressed in the required Shadow pants minus the leather chest straps. His yellow T-shirt is a goofy Cuban one like what I was provided. Where other Shadow Warriors tend to have the "Warrior" eyes and firm, set jaws, the doctor's eyes are gentler, his jaw more accustomed to smiling. His natural perceived kindness takes nothing away from his deadly ability which he carries in the set of his muscular frame. "Axel," he says with his large hand out. "You appear tired," he adds.

I hadn’t felt it in years and when I looked up, I saw a pair of the hazel eyes staring at me, those pupils dilated but her eyes were the only part of her face that I could see. She was a doctor I could tell by her appearance. She had mask and a cap covering her face and head. “I am sorry, Doctor. I was in a rush that I didn’t see you coming. Are you okay?” I quickly apologized because it was my fault. I wasn’t looking ahead. She didn’t respond but I could see her body stiffening. She was a human because I didn’t whiff a wolf’s scent from her. But the familiarity of those eyes, the sudden spark and the way Knox calmed down immediately, why did I want to believe that it was her.