Scout X Medic Novels & Stories

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.

Usually, though, I wasn’t relying on her mate’s affection towards my twin sister to get me out of a sticky situation. “Can I help you?” asked the Medic on duty. He was a broad and bulky man, strong enough to lift patients straight off the battlefield, with a shock of night-dark hair and a face creased from years of pulling the same, taut frown during difficult surgeries. He wiped his hands on his apron and looked at me expectantly. I cleared my throat and rocked back on my heels. “Um, yes. I’m here to see the Alpha.” “You do know that you aren’t supposed to be out of your home?” he replied, his voice strained.

The scout said sucking in a broken breath. “Vampires?” Dante asked as his gaze sharpened. “Yes. But they were already inside.” The scout said and everything inside me went still. “How many dead?” I asked. “Too many.” He said as his mouth trembled. “Where’s Kyle?” Dante asked. “Alive. Furious.” The scout managed to say. The scout grabbed my wrist suddenly and his fingers were slick with blood. “They knew the patrol routes. They knew the weak doors and the blind spots. They moved through the packhouse like someone had walked them in.” He said.

“I support whatever you want, Angelo. It’s going to take work either way you decide to go.” Angelo smiled. “I know. I want to put in the work. I am thinking a scout would be up my alley. If you think about it, being a tech and scout could go hand-in-hand together, right?” Aiden grinned. “Yeah, it can. However, you still have to train like a warrior regardless. As a scout, you have to be ready at a moment’s notice to fight back. Plus, you have to have the skill set to be a spy essentially. Your tech skills will prove useful, but you will be three roles in one.”

His face was bruised, his arm looked half torn up, and there were streaks of dirt and blood down the side of his neck like he had crawled through the very worst just to get here. His eyes cracked open and landed on Dad first. “Alpha...” he rasped. The scout coughed, and blood touched the corner of his mouth. “Let me heal him first before he dies on us.” Dad gave me room, and I knelt beside the scout, pressing my hand to him while I forced a little healing into his battered body. It wasn’t enough to fix everything, but it slowed the bleeding, steadied his breathing, and kept his head from dropping back like he was about to pass out on us.

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.”