Scout X Medic Novels & Stories

I can hear the sound of my family home collapsing. I lay Sloane down in a safe area and mind-link the pack doctor to come quick. He doesn’t respond but moments later Jules, a nurse at the hospital, and Harry, a warrior show up. In the event of an attack, all medical staff gets assigned a warrior so that they can treat pack members in the field without worrying about protecting themselves. Though shifter heals fairly quickly, we are not invincible and do need medical attention if the injury is bad enough.

TUESDAY morning. Miguel was giving instructions for his troop in preparation for their mission. The entire batallion was properly lined in front of him, hads on their back and heads straight. All are full geared. “At exacyly ten hundred hours, everyone is expected to arrive the destination. Further instructions for this assignment will be given by Captain Francisco. He’s waiting for us there,” his voice resonated the entire area. Rudy, came behind him from nowhere and whispered, “Bud, your precious angel’s here. In the receiving area.”

I was presently preparing for the second surgery of the day, a minimal one which isn't supposed to take all day probably few hours though. With one last stride i headed straight towards the surgical unit, taking off my wrist watch and putting on my surgical cap. On getting there i met Bryan in the scrubbing room, apparently he is also going to be part of the team that would be performing the surgery. For a doctor, bryan was a talkative and he just riles me up anytime i see him “Olivia!” He called, staring at me as i made my way to the scrubbing area. “i didn't know you were going to be part of the team performing the surgery” He said scrubbing his hands.

Max says, his Scottish accent rougher than usual. He racks the bolt on a massive sniper rifle before packing it into its hard case. Butcher slides three serrated combat knives into his belt webbing. He checks the action on his sidearm. He looks calm. Almost serene. He thrives in this kind of violence, and right now, I need him off the leash. Dom slides a pair of ceramic trauma plates into her carrier. She looks at Tariq, who’s checking the seal on his advanced med kit. If Oliver’s been in a chair for eight hours, we’re going to need the tourniquets and the coagulant.

When they reached the entrance, they discussed among themselves about their designated roles. [ Scouts ] as Creed (M) and Rina (F), [ Tanks ] as Wolf (M), Lorenzo (M), and Mateo (M). [ Damage dealers] as Mira (F) and Roy (M), [ Archers ] as Lin ((M) Leader), Rhett (M), and Remy (F), [ Paramedic/Defense ] as Guss (M). "OK, guys! Shift your gears!" Lin and others entered the underground labyrinth. "Let's move inside!"

He had retrieved the two-headed serpent Reverse Scale powder solely to save his compatriots. "Alexander, hand over the medicine, or I'll ensure the downfall of New Chesire Group's branch," Nathan threatened. "You're welcome to try," Alexander retorted, paying him little mind as he administered the medicine to those in dire need. Moments later, only a single mouthful remained, prompting Doctor Scamander to mutter disdainfully, "Let's see how you'll maintain your charade with so many people in need." Just as hope seemed fleeting, Doctor Abbott arrived at the hospital at the Medicine Mountain City, accompanied by a team of medical professionals.

“Thank you Warrior Scout. Please be gentle with her.” “As gentle as I am with my new pup,” Scout promised. He had tears in his eyes as he relieved me of her body. With tears flowing down my face, I leaned forward and kissed the silky fur between her eyes. Scout gave me a moment and waited until I stepped aside, letting him lead the way. Four more warriors stepped forward, flanking Scout so that Stella had a procession of five taking her home. I followed close behind with Reese and Caleb beside me. “Ethan says that the wounded have all been taken to the hospital and the dead returned to their families,” Caleb murmured to me. Ethan had stayed behind to coordinate the logistics of thin

“What’s the difference?” “MedTechs are more like trauma doctors, nurses, physiotherapists, orderlies, and pharmacists all rolled into one. Not really an expert in any specific field, but it means we can lend a hand wherever, whenever. We’re trained specifically to help out in places like these.” “Overworked clinics?” “Warzones.” Amal scanned his wound again, and noted its progress. She adjusted a few settings and sped up the process slightly. “What’s your name, by the way?” she asked.

The corridors felt colder than usual, or maybe it was just my body reacting to the weight of the situation. When we entered the infirmary, I saw the scout lying weakly on the bed. His body was drenched in sweat, his face pale, his lips dry and cracked. His chest rose and fell in uneven waves like he was fighting for every breath. Yvonne was by his side, dabbing his skin with a wet cloth. She looked up at me, worry written all over her tired face. “He won’t last here,” she said firmly. “He needs doctors. Machines. Anything more than what I can give.”

Scarlet’s POV We moved fast. The moment the area was cleared, we began working. It felt endless. There were too many victims—women, children, even young wolves—all broken in body and spirit. And we were just ten medics. Through the night, we stitched wounds, stabilised patients, treated burns and bruises, and tried to offer some kind of comfort to those who had none left. By the time the first light of dawn filtered through the smoke-stained sky, the mission had ended for the soldiers.