Scout X Medic Novels & Stories

By the time we reach the front gate, wolves are already gathering around a lone figure staggering up the main road. A scout. His uniform is torn. Mud covers one side of his face, and blood soaks through his shoulder where an arrow has only narrowly missed his heart. He takes one uneven step. Then another. Jason reaches him first, catching him before he can collapse. "Easy," Jason urges. "Talk to me." The scout tries. Only a cough comes out. Beatrice kneels beside him with a flask of water, but he pushes it away, forcing himself to speak before strength abandons him.

I turned to our head medic, Samantha, and asked, "What medical supplies do we have? How can we prepare for possible injuries during the battle?" Samantha replied, "We have a good supply of medical equipment, including bandages, splints, and medicine. However, we should prepare for the worst and make sure we have enough supplies to handle any injuries." I nodded, "Alright. Make sure we have enough medical supplies and have a team on standby to handle any injuries." As the meeting continued, we refined our plan, addressing every aspect of the upcoming battle. We assigned tasks to our warriors, preparing them for the coming fight. We set up teams to gather intelligence on the traitors and gathe

The scouts spoke in hushed voices, their faces pale with fear. Elara worked without rest, preparing the healing hut for what was coming. Supplies were stockpiled, beds prepared, assistants trained. She moved through the hut like a ghost, checking bandages, organizing herbs, sharpening knives. Marta moved among them, her old face grim but steady, her hands never idle. Luna helped where she could, her young hands learning skills that no child should have to know.

He knew that the task that he had said must have been the task of killing. In fact, for the past five years, Scout has also accepted a job as an assassin. In addition to working as a architec for luxury buildings in America, Scout also does dark jobs that are solely done to get his adrenaline pumping. Playing with guns and knives is one of the pleasures that can make him forget all his sorrows. And it looks like tonight Scout Voyage has found a new target. "Master, Xaner has come," told Wills to the Scout who is eating his delicious meal.

he turned towards Levi and Fynn, “this is Shaw, a personal friend of mine. A high-ranked Scanner, currently a vice-chief of diagnostics, and one of the best doctors in the hospital.” Scanners could, as their name implied, do 3D scans of people and objects, accurately finding issues, defects, foreign objects and substances, and everything else that can be revealed through a scan. They were highly valued in many different industries, thus, not many chose the hard life of a doctor. Shaw’s chest rumbled with a warm chuckle, “You are too generous with your praise. One of the youngest doctors, yes, but one of the best is a title I am still unworthy of carrying.”

Alice was still trembling, her gaze fixed on the floor, clearly torn between her lifelong loyalty to Ezekiel and the undeniable medical evidence before her. "Fine," Scout said, swallowing the frustration that tasted like ash in her mouth. "We wait. But I am not leaving her side either. If Ezekiel comes near that room, I want to be there." Nathan nodded. "That is fair. Go get some food, Scout. You need to keep your strength up. The pack needs you sharp." Scout took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She glanced at Alice one last time, but the young healer refused to meet her eyes. Turning on her heel, Scout pushed open the door and stepped out into the main corridor of the Infirmary.

She peeked her head up to look at them through the door window, confirming they were the two from earlier. One was a Scout breed, bred by the Aliane to track anything no mater how old the sent was. Once they picked up on the trail the only ways to get them off it was either to start a fire around the area or to shoot them. The other was a Hunter breed. Hunter breeds are stronger than the Scout breed, so they were often paired up. The Scout would track the target while the Hunter would chase it down. The third breed type is Soldier; a K9 bred to be large and strong, used almost exclusivly during raids and battles.

Which prompted all of them to salute towards me and stopped what they were doing. “At ease Soldiers…Medical staff continues with your duty….Sergeant Deckard, correct?….Scout Squads 6?..”. “Yes, Sir…Sergeant Deckard, Squad Leader of Scout number 6, Sir!…”.(Sergeant Deckard) Clearly he was rather nervous around me and Alessia, although Sergeant Deckard is a towering 2 meter tall orc Vampire, all of his squad mates were also the same, as he stated his name and squad number, all of his squad mate also lined up behind their 4 trucks. All in their formal formation, whilst the medical personnel were busying carrying injured people from the side of the trucks.

The scout nodded vigorously, scurried off like a frightened rodent, and vanished into thin air. Within a mere five minutes, the scout returned, accompanied by a group of peculiar beastmen who stood out from the rest. Clad in savage animal hides and adorned with an assortment of feathers, their bodies smeared with a crimson substance, these witch doctors were enough to send shivers down the spine of any child. "What did this scout blabber about, General?" one of the witch doctors inquired. "Have you once again spewed nonsense in front of our esteemed leader?" another witch doctor chimed in, his voice dripping with disdain.

The rogues have broken through our outer defenses! Instantly, the relative calm of the past hour shattered. Xander immediately began barking orders, his Alpha authority taking over. I knelt beside the injured scout, my hands already glowing as I worked to heal his wounds. “How many?” I asked urgently, even as I poured healing energy into him. “Dozens,” the scout panted. “Maybe more. They appeared suddenly, like dark figures in the night.” Once the scout's injuries were healed, Xander assisted him in standing up. “Sound the alarm,” he ordered. “Get every able-bodied wolf ready for battle.”