Scout X Medic Novels & Stories

Maya said. A voice from the doorway: "There is." They turned. A man stood there, early sixties, doctor's coat over winter gear. Behind him, three others in similar attire. "I'm Dr. Marcus Chen. We're from Schenectady survivor medical group. We've been monitoring radio traffic. We heard about the ceasefire. We brought supplies." He held up a case. "IV antibiotics. Surgical equipment. Medical supplies. We've been hoarding them for exactly this situation—wounded from both sides need care, politics be damned."

"No police." "No police?!" The doctor's face went white. "Sir, there's a child welfare protocol-" "I don't care about your protocols." I turned back to Leo, carefully disconnecting the IV with practiced efficiency. "Scout. Come." Scout stood on the bed, and Leo cradled her gently against his chest. I carefully lifted both of them from the bed, supporting Leo's small body as his head came to rest against my shoulder. "You can't just-this is against medical advice-" The doctor's voice rose in panic.

Or run, and live to fight another day? An already burning weapons platform shuddered as an ammo locker cooked off. The scout car swerved, paused so a medic could jump on board, and took off again. Margaret pulled a gun checked and found the decision was made. * * * Marco hit the harness release, pushed himself up away from Reager's body, and spoke via the helmet's communication link. "Reag? You okay?" "No, sir. 'fraid not", came the reply. "You'd better run, sir. I can't get up".

“The harvest patrol needs a healer for every route. If we lose one wolf to fever, we’ve already lost the season.” He nodded once, the kind of nod that accepted instruction without resentment. The scouts began marking routes on the maps I’d laid out. The healers took notes, passing herbs between them, arguing softly over storage and distance. For the first time, their voices mixed—strategy, medicine, terrain. It sounded like the start of something alive. Gavin appeared halfway through, arms folded across his chest, eyes bright under the torchlight. “You’ve turned the library into a war room,” he said.

There was a metallic click sound on rocks. The eyes of Tyra opened. “They discovered us.” I could see movement of trees through the broken windows. Black figures falling down, coming down to the ground with no sound. Council Scouts. Their metal limbs shone in the dark, and their faces were covered by black visors. The latter one knelt and examined the ground with a sort of instrument. It stopped and cocked its head. Then it said into a communicator, “Target found, everything is united, communicate in thirty seconds."

I can feel the collective pack instinct bristling at the harshness, but before I can even open my mouth to smooth things over, someone else beats me to it. "He isn't plateaued, sir.” Xander says loudly, his voice ringing out with a fierce, burning intensity that catches everyone off guard. I look at my son in surprise. Xander has sat up completely straight, his cheeks flushed with defensive anger, his eyes locked dead onto his new father-in-law. Alex looks just as shocked, his hand freezing on Xander's waist. "Alex is also the lead medic for his entire deployment team" Xander continues, refusing to back down under the older man's stern glare.

he said. “As you can see, some of you are wearing different colors. The white category is for non-combatants. Kindly make your way to the second hall for a different assessment.” Those wearing white tracksuits were guided by staff members. They had a different kind of evaluation. Healers and medics are top priority in securing. There are also scouts and trackers. Those classes lean towards utility and not direct combat. It doesn't necessarily mean they are not combat capable. They are mostly known to specialize in other areas.

said Scout confused, still standing in the doorway shirtless with a towel hanging on his neck. *** "Thank you everyone for attending this briefing. Now everyone who is standing in this room is your teammate for this mission. Please step forward to introduce yourselves." We were all gathered in the briefing room. There are 3 other people besides me, Scout, and Kelly. And Mr. Stryker as the head of the briefing this time.

He just stood there, hands up, shaking. Kael brought him in. The scout was young, maybe seventeen. Eyes red from lack of sleep. “I’m not here to fight,” the scout said immediately. “I’m here because my sister’s sick. Council blocked all trade to River Claw last week. No medicine comes in. No healer can reach us.” Mara’s first instinct was to call it a lie. A trap. But Luna saw the fear in his eyes. Real fear. Luna looked at Kael. “Check it.”

In this story, hunters and sentinels don't hunt for food since it's a modern kind of werewolf story so they can just go to the supermarket or something to get food. There won't be Elders and Scouts in this story. Elders are more like the past Alphas and Betas who make a new organization and help the new Alpha to make decisions. Scouts are the one who makes peace with other packs or more like a walking phone (or like a communication media) Since modern life has a real phone, we can just call other packs for information and we don't need scouts as our communication media. Guardian: They are the pack's doctors. They help ill pack members without any spell or magic. Just like the modern doctor d