Mass Effect Doctor Chakwas Novels & Stories

He relaxed against me eventually, and we sat in silence for an indeterminable amount of time before my mum returned with the doctor. “How are you feeling?” She asked kindly. Our pack doctor was a young woman, said to have been descended from the great Spirit Warrior’s healer. She had natural, darker blonde hair pulled loosely back in a low ponytail, and bright pink lips that always seemed to be smiling. She had blue-grey eyes, which looked old and wise beyond their years.

A soft hum vibrated through the room. A new figure stepped into view— a woman this time. Tall. White coat. Hair tied back. Cold eyes. Clip-board in hand. She looked at Lena like she was a specimen, not a person. “Good. You’re awake.” Lena glared. “Who are you?” The woman smiled faintly. “Doctor Mirielle Kass. Head of Purge Stabilization Research.” The name hit Lena like ice water. “You’re the one who created the weaponized wielders.”

The waiting area transformed into a makeshift sanctuary, where shared grief became a unifying force. As the clock continued its relentless march, a sense of restlessness settled over the room. Each beep of the machines was scrutinized, and every slight movement by Khana's unconscious body was met with bated breath. The automatic doors of the emergency room slid open with a soft whoosh, revealing the figure of a doctor - the lead physician who had been tirelessly working to stabilize Khana since her arrival. His expression was a blend of weariness and determination, portraying a man burdened with the weight of responsibility on his shoulders.

Thanks for being here, sis. The doctor came out of Ziyah’s room and looked around the group until he spotted me. Dr. Kravitz had been with our pack his whole life and took the position of healer seriously. He became our pack doctor at a very young age. “We have finished examining the patient, Alpha. Let’s go to the family room to discuss what we found,” the doctor said, leading everyone down the hall. I looked back at the door and was torn between leaving her and going with the doctor.

He leaned against the wall beside me and crossed his arms over his chest. “Hello Vivian, my name is Doctor Mickelson, but you can call me Dr. Mick. I’m not sure if you know why you’re here.” He saw Zaliver shaking his head and nodded. “Okay, so when Zaliver informed me about you, he said he wanted to conduct a research. Note why you aren’t marked like normal mates yet?” I glared at the doctor for the reminder. He flinched a little and glanced to Zaliver, who must have had a scary expression on his face because he immediately apologized.

Chapter 3: MY MEDUSA DOCTOR’S SNAKE-HAIR IS FUCKING BOTH MY HOLES WHILE I SQUIRT AND SCREAM LIKE HER BRAINLESS GOOD GIRL I’m still a dripping, trembling wreck on the examination table when the male doctor walks in. Dr. Cassandra Vale doesn’t miss a beat. She turns with that ancient, regal authority and says calmly, “The patient has been thoroughly examined. Leave us.” He backs out quickly. The lock clicks.

Dark Soldiers’ Base – Med-Bay Observation Deck The sterile white of the medical bay was a stark contrast to the grimy chaos of the warehouse. Through the thick glass, we watched a team of doctors and medical drones work on Amy. She lay on a central table, surrounded by glowing holographic readouts and whirring machines. The two puncture wounds on her neck were covered with a clear bio-gel, but a dark, web-like pattern was already spreading under her skin, creeping toward her jawline.

But when I looked back at him, I caught him visibly fighting for the right words. I suppose I will never truly know what those words were because the doctor returned seconds later. He grinned at the sight of Khai. “It’s good to have you be back, Alpha,” the doctor said, rushing over to check his vitals. “It’s good to be back. I really do not appreciate dying in the hands of my enemies across the border,” Khai said and the doctor chuckled. Once he was done compiling his report, his eyes widened slightly with amazement. “This is incredible.”

She asked, adjusting her white coat. Sasha nodded with a smile as she shook hands with the middle aged woman. “Thank you very much for coming. I believe your presence here will make our job easier for Mr Ryker,” she said. “I'd like to see Ryker,” Sasha demanded. “This way,” the Doctor motioned with her hands stretched forward. Walking into the private ward, Sasha's eyes widened as she caught sight of Ryker, lying on the bed, his arms curled around his knees as his body trembled tremendously.

I whispered, tears streaming down my face. The alpha's eyes softened. "We'll take care of you both," he said. "Just hold on." Minutes felt like hours as I lay on the floor, clutching my stomach. Finally, Lila returned with the pack doctor, an older woman with kind eyes and a reassuring presence. "Move aside," she said briskly, kneeling beside me. "Chloe, I'm Dr. Reed. I'm going to take care of you, alright?" I nodded, unable to speak through the pain.