Scans Novels & Stories

She gets to work, feeling my tummy and pressing a cone shaped instrument to my belly and I hold my breath. “Alpha Destinee, breath everything is fine. I am going to do a scan now, ok?” I don’t answer, I just nod my head. Titus holds my hand and purrs and I relax. I look at him and he smiles at me and I smile in return, still a little nervous. She squirts some warm gel on my belly and presses a wand over the gel, helping it to spread. She is focused on the screen and I look at the ceiling. All I can hear is clicks and feeling pressure as she moves the wand over my belly and I wince.

I felt the shape of the plan settle like armor around us. He studied me for a second, then nodded. “Alright. I’ll mobilize the med team and run the scans tonight. I’ll bring you the first results in the morning.” I put my hand on the scanner James had left on the table, feeling the hum under my palm, and let the tiniest sliver of exhaustion in. “Good. Move. And James—if anything in those scans looks like a trigger no theatrics. You cut it out, now. Quietly.”

It was an atmosphere thing, probably. Scott wasn't gone too long, and ended up bringing in a device that looked like a fancy rolling AV cart. "What's that?" Rayan asked a little apprehensively. "An ultrasound machine. I want to get a clearer picture of your abdomen. Don't worry, it won't hurt. And I'm not putting anything else inside you." He gave a wry look and added, "Not until you tell me to, anyway."

The subtle pressure weighed on my stomach. I nodded and darted my eyes to Luca, whose eyes were fixed on me. Luca shot a smile. “Alright. If the bladder isn’t full enough. It can affect the images,” the doctor fixed her eyes on the monitor that came to life with a blur of gray and white images. “Are you feeling any discomfort?” My heart raced as I stared at the picture. Luca inched forward and squinted his eyes, trying to make out anything from the scan. This was his first time; he’d probably have no idea what was going on there.

My hands trembled as I placed my palm on the scanner. Ten seconds passed. “Biometric integrity: 98.4%. No clone tissue detected. No subdermal displacement.” My hand was clean. Which meant… Damn.

On the screen, Ciara's pale face filled the frame, her breathing shallow. "Ciara, we need you to walk us through this," David said gently. "Can you do that?" Ciara nodded weakly. "The sequence... fingerprint first, then retinal scan, then say 'Override protocol Viktor-Seven-Seven-Alpha.'" Elena positioned her finger over the scanner. "Ready?" The scanner beeped, accepting the print. A small camera extended from the device. "Now your eye," David said. Elena leaned forward. The scanner beeped again, and a green light appeared.

Some of the wounds had dried, but there were still areas of fresh blood seeping through. Landon moved a high-tech portable scanner—a tablet-shaped device that emitted a soft blue light—over the wounds as he watched closely. He frowned slightly when he noticed that the injuries were not only reddened, but in some places had begun to bruise, indicating deeper trauma beyond the superficial scratches.

Mateo gently held her hand, providing a comforting presence in the midst of the unfamiliar surroundings. Time seemed to stretch as the CT scan progressed, capturing detailed images of Ariana's body. The rhythmic sounds of the machine echoed through the room, creating a symphony of medical technology. Though filled with nerves and hope, Ariana trusted that this procedure would provide valuable insights into her well-being and that of their unborn child. As the scan came to an end, relief washed over them. Ariana emerged from the machine, her body tingling with sensations. She exchanged glances with Mateo, a silent reassurance passing between them. Julia smiled warmly, her presence a source of

"Please realise, private scans are not medical scans. They are not definite; the only way is if you went into a hospital." "I understand that" Marcus looks at me shaking his head. "Now onto the sickness, I will prescribe some tablets, they should make eating easier, stop the nauseated feelings and such. If, however, they don't work, I suggest you come back, they work immediately, take two a day." She hands me the prescription, walking out I look at Marcus annoyed. "Don't Kitty, you needed checking, we know the baby is fine that is a good thing. As for all that shit about scans, not a chance. A pai

The nurse swiftly finished the procedure and disappeared to process the samples. Dr. Johnson then ordered a series of scans to further investigate Ethan's condition. Ava held Ethan's hand tightly as they were led to the imaging department. The sterile environment was punctuated by the whirring of machines and the gentle guidance of the radiology technicians. They maneuvered Ethan onto the examination table, positioning him carefully for the scans.