Scans Novels & Stories

I nodded and moved to the diagnostic bed; the paper covering crackled beneath me as I lay back carefully, one hand resting protectively over my stomach. Mila stood beside Ruin, watching with cautious curiosity. Axel prepared the scanner with the calm precision of someone who had done emergency procedures too many times to count. “This may take a minute,” he said. The gel was cold against my skin, making me flinch slightly. Then the scanner moved. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the faint hum of the machine and the muffled thuds of distant fighting beyond the sealed door. Then the screen changed. A shape appeared small but clear and undeniably real.

Chapter 333 Now Master the power in your hands are two, are you aware? Yes, I am ok then no need to hit on the first one just let me go straight to palm scanning power. Master that scanning is easy and you could use it any where and at any time. If you are not closer to your car you can scan through your hands. Again Palm scanning doesn’t need light or power, The only problem with palm scanning is that you must be sure of what you want to scan because it gives specific answers. Thank you we can now go to the Brother Bantus. Master are you ok with men in uniform? Yes, they are part of me. Are you sure?

Rayne stepped behind me, holding what looked like a sleek black device with ridges and a faint green pulse. "Hold still, sweetheart," she said. The scanner hummed as she swept it along my spine. I held my breath, the seconds dragging. Beep. "Got it. Bottom-left scapula. Deep subdermal."She tilted her head. "Definitely custom. Vincent must've paid top dollar." "Wonderful," I muttered. "I'm flattered that he wants to stalk me that badly." Rafael pulled on surgical gloves with flair, flashing a wink that could cut glass. "I promise to be gentle. I only scar people when they deserve it."

Dr Lawson immediately grabs my attention. "What?.. what did the scans pick up?" I barely manage to say, fear and horror slowly taking over my body. "It appears that she has received a numerous amount of surgeries. The most concerning being a laparoscopy." "Sorry, a what?" Confused at the medical terms Dr Lawson is explaining to me.

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

It started to scan people as they walk up to it. "What's that for?" I asked confused about what was happening. "That's the scanner. It scans your DNA as a Caster and. . ." She raised up her hand and pointed at a purple device around her wrist that had a flat black circular glass on it. "They also scan your projector watches for your identity to tell whether you're wanted or not, and to tell what kind of Caster you are." "Next!" The guy called, and she walked over to it as it scanned her from top to bottom. Everything she said to me was a pile of confusion except the part about scanning me to be a Caster.

She suddenly opened her eyes gasping, she blinked her eyes a few times before adjusting to the brightness of the room. I smiled at her, feeling happy she was awake. "Hi, are you okay? Do you feel pain anywhere?" I asked....she just stared on without saying a word. Doctor Justin stepped forward and placed his stethoscope on her chest, I noticed the way she flinched when he touched her. "Ms Whitney could you please excuse me, I need to check the patient" Doctor justin asked "Ofcourse " I said before walking out of the ward and sitting on one of the waiting chairs.

Rhys slowly extended his left arm, placing his wrapped forearm directly into the glowing blue cradle. The scanner flared to life, a grid of green lasers painting the carbon-fiber wraps, digging deep into the micro-filaments. On the massive holographic screen above the pedestal, lines of raw code began to scroll rapidly. > **HARDWARE SCAN: RUNNING...** > COMPOSITION: CARBON-ALUMINA SKELETAL WEAVE > RESISTANCE INDEX: ACTIVE > MOLECULAR DENSITY: MAXIMUM >

Another part waited for the first answer of my entire life. The nurse returned with a diagnostic bed that looked more like a polished research slab than anything meant for a clinic room. Thin blue nodes lined the surface, each one waking with a soft glow the moment I touched them. Dr. Marrick adjusted the headrest while explaining the scan sequence, and his tone stayed steady in a way that kept me focused on each instruction.

Not knowing what he was looking at spared me from inventing horrors inside my own imagination. The scanner continued moving in slow, deliberate circles. Every now and then, he paused to study the screen before adjusting the angle slightly. At one point, I vaguely felt him lower the waistband of my trousers just enough to expose the lower part of my back. A different attachment replaced the first scanner. This one glided slowly down my spine before sweeping across my waist in measured passes. The cool gel and rhythmic movement gradually pulled at my heavy eyelids. For a fleeting moment, I almost drifted to sleep. Then he spoke.