Tf2 Medic X Heavy Novels & Stories

Sofie I tried to keep up, but the stretcher moved fast—too fast for my legs, which felt like I'd run them through cement and bleach. The team of medics was four deep, all of them in navy jackets marked with a discreet caduceus and a band at the sleeve: black for trauma, Levi had explained once, like it was the simplest thing in the world. They called out to each other in clipped bursts—"Suction!" "Pressure!" "Clear!"—but otherwise, they didn’t waste breath on drama.

The medic was drip white at this point and was holding his hands up to show he wasn’t a threat. “Sir, it has started to heal crooked. I need to break it again so we can straighten it,” he said to the Beta, and I looked in horror and felt sick at what he said. Chase started growling, and the Alpha snapped at him. “Control yourself boy,” his Alpha tone still very much in effect “Your girl needs you,” and Chase whimpered at the command but slowly padded over to me, growling at the medic as he passed him. He moves up beside me, sniffing into my hair and settles his big form as close as he could get.

I said trying to play it when Ava spoke “Before we start the movie, can i ask you something Liv” “Yeah sure why not, are you fine” “I am fine Liv, it's just when i went to freshen up in your bathroom i saw this on the counter” She said stretching out my iron tablets to me. I must have forgotten to keep it back after using it. “Don't lie to me Liv, why are you using it?” “I- I..” “I might not be a medical doctor but i sure know what this is, my mother always use it too and i figured it had to do with some sort of deficiency”

He was still wearing the mercenary’s tactical gear, which was ripped and stained with mud and river water. "Stabilization Room, now!" Kai barked, his voice carrying the weight of royalty. "Nightshade Concentrate. Alpha male. Two hundred and fifty pounds. Paralysis has set in." Two of the medics opened the back door and gently pulled Nash from my grip. I cried out as his hand fell from mine, hitting the leather seat with a dead thud. "Ma'am, you need to step back," a tall, broad-shouldered medic said, blocking my path.

"It differs from race to race. Never fear, our medtech unit is first rate, so you won't die or suffer permanent damage." And with those encouraging words, he signaled for her to follow him. Penny did so slowly, wishing now he'd kept his mouth shut and not answered any of her questions, or at least less thoroughly. I need to buck up. Surely it can't be any worse than the shots I got back home in preparation for this mission. The medic room was smaller than the decontamination one and rather barer than she would have expected. It consisted of only one bed, which resembled a masseuse table on Earth. Where was the high-tech equipment? The real, live doctor?

“I’ll be furious. And you know how scary that is.” That earned a breathy, weak sound that might have been a laugh, the last sound before silence took him. The minutes dragged out, measured by the agonizing pull of every suture on my skin, and the shallow, terrifying rise and fall of his chest. Finally— “He’s stable,” the medic announced, pulling his gloves off. His voice was heavy with professional exhaustion. “Weak. But stable.” My knees nearly gave out beneath me, the sudden release of tension an overwhelming physical force.

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.

Reeds rustled in the wind, sounding like dry whispers. "Welcome to the Zone," Marcus grunted, checking the seal on his heavy helmet. He looked like a juggernaut, his massive frame encased in black armor plates. They unloaded the gear. A pair of rigid-hull inflatable boats. Crates of ammo. And the specialized containment unit for the Titan Heart.

she said, like I was a twitching animal. "What is that?" My voice came out a croak. "What did you put in me?" The second medic didn't even look at my face. He was already setting down the empty syringe and reaching for a small glass vial with a rubber stopper. His mouth was a thin line. "Heat induction. Concentrated. It'll peak within the hour."

"Explain yourself." "It's my son, Leo," the soldier wept, pulling back the blanket to reveal the boy's graying skin and convulsing limbs. "He was clipped by one of the mercenary's chemical darts during the breach on the third transport. The standard field medics don't recognize the toxin—they don't have the antidote in the mobile kits!" "What do you mean they don't recognize the compound?" Cassius frowned, his demeanor shifting instantly as he stepped closer to inspect the wound.