Mass Effect Doctor Chakwas Novels & Stories

He trailed off as he got chocked by his own saliva. Seeing Xavier like this breaks the Doctor's heart and he now know how much Xavier loves and cares for Scarlett. "Please pull yourself together Alpha, you have to be strong for her and we'll keep on doing her best to see that she gets better, Scarlett will live, be rest assured Alpha." "Can I see her?" He asked. "She'll be transferred to the recovery room soon and then you can see her." Xavier nodded. "Thank you Doctor." "I'm only doing my duty." The Doctor replied. "I'll take my leave now." He bowed before leaving.

I say, rushing out the door and back to the main area. “Luna! Why aren’t you in a safe room?” “Because I’m a doctor, stand aside,” I say to the warrior who is holding the man I need to see. “Does Alpha know you’re not in a safe room?” he asks me. I turn and get in his face. “I am a doctor. Would you rather I let this man die while we argue about it?” I growl. “No Luna,” he says. “Savannah,” I say, turning to see that she’s already getting soap and water to wash off the wound.

"Go eat, Chika. That’s an order." The next morning, the heavy iron gates of the estate groaned open for a sleek, silver armored vehicle. A man stepped out, his white tactical medic coat stark against the dark gravel. He carried a kit marked with the symbol of the High Healers. "Master Chika, this is Dr. Ellis," Malik announced as I reached the foyer. "He is the only one the Alpha trusts with his... condition."

“Keep that up, and you’ll become the fan favourite. The last doctor we had was not too friendly with the pack members.” “Doctor Charles? I heard he passed two weeks ago,” my brows furrowed as I tried to recall some detail. “I only met him once, when I was still in medical school. He was a guest speaker at a convention. One of the only werewolves there too. He was not too friendly then, either.” A smile slipped unbidden onto my lips as a memory came to mind. “He argued with several of his colleagues during the event. The organisers considered removing him from the hall because of that.”

The doctor, noticing my arrival, left Kayla's bedside and approached me, his expression grave. The doctor closed the door behind me and held my hand, guiding me closer to Kayla's bedside. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her for a moment, my heart heavy with worry. "What is happening, Doctor?" I demanded, my voice taking on a deep and commanding tone. The doctor took a deep breath, his gaze falling to the ground, as if bracing himself for what he was about to say. "I wish I could bring you good news, Alpha Netayam, but I'm afraid there isn't any... yet," he replied with a heavy sigh, his demeanour filled with trepidation.

However, there are a lot of similarities between them. Ethan looked at George's expression, and he knew what he was thinking about. But they all know it can't be her. It's definitely impossible. “Uhm, hello there. I'm Doctor Chase and the Doctor who operated on you. How are you feeling?” Chase asked her softly, hoping that the girl would raise her head and look at him. The girl kept silent without saying anything. No one knew she was fighting against herself to have control over her body. “What's your name?” Ethan asked suddenly as he stared at the girl.

Ara cuts to what the Doctor has to say. The Doctor leaned back in the swivel chair before speaking "There is a dashcam attached to each member of Zandro's team every time they fight... I saw how you fought them... I also saw how you kill your opponents... My question is, what do you feel every time you fight?."

He was born for this, wasn’t he? “I am so sorry for the delay, miss Wellspring.” The doctor, not more than five feet and 2 inches, with short black hair and thick lenses rushes in. She doesn’t properly take in the sight of us all until she closes the door and turns on her heel. Flabbergasted, like she’s been visited by the ghost of exes past, she slowly moves to her seat. Sarah shifts awkwardly in hers. “Hi, doctor Cheryl,” she tries to push her nerves down with a bright smile as she inches forward.

The doctor took out the medicine that Cheska needed to take. “No!” Cheska shook her head stiffly. “I’m fine, and I don’t need that medicine anymore!” She doesn’t want to take that kind of medicine because she looks like a robot after taking it. It's the kind of medicine she’s been taking for years, and she feels like a useless person. “Mrs., you have to take it. Don’t worry, and it’s just now, so you can sleep well,” the doctor calmly explained. Cheska still shook her head stubbornly and tried to walk away from the doctor. “Where is my son?” She looked around.

TROY With Darren’s heavy vanguard covering our flanks, Chika slips completely past the paparazzi scouts waiting at the secondary gates and reaches the inner medical facility for alignment treatment. Holding my encrypted laptop case tight against my chest, my station remains faithfully anchored by his side. As the pack doctor wraps the synthetic compression bandages around his swollen joints, my voice tries to mimic the weight of an older commander. "Lord Chika, the warlord issued a direct command ensuring my unit secures your safe return to the primary stronghold the exact microsecond the medical treatment concludes."