Tf2 Medic X Reader Novels & Stories

Travis replied and walked out of the room. As he walked down the hall, he saw Alex walking towards him, his face drawn in concern. "I really don't have the patience for bad news right now, except I really have to hear it." Travis said as they continued walking. "Yes, you need to see this." Alex responded, his voice filled with urgency. "What is it?" Travis grumbled. "Robotics and medical life put out a publication today, and it's with the medical team from White Medical Center." Alex said hurriedly.

I turned back to the sea, watching the steady small waves the Mediterranean made against the ship. "Boss," Miguel called out. "You need to look at this." He led me down into the belly of the ship. Ted sat cross-legged in the middle of broken drones, with Joseph on the other end of the room wiping his eyes. Ted's fingers moved quickly, disassembling the little metal objects until they lay destroyed in front of him. He put his hand on his face, rubbing his lips with his index finger and thumb, then looked at everything with his eyes turning black and flowing with codes as if speaking with the machines.

“Three of these things? I mean, I’m not gonna turn ‘em down. Unless they’re crazy expensive or something. Are they easy to use?” “You are currently set as the only administrator,” Miko replied. “However, you can assign anyone as a controller. You simply have to connect through your DI. Manual controls will be available to you, but they can work autonomously with a minimal instruction set as well.” “Well thank you Miss Raijin. This is gonna help out quite a boatload.” “I have also sent an operator’s manual. They are not just simple MedGuns and can also perform patient monitoring and can alert staff of emergencies.”

Sophia and Wren, my two best med techs, were just running up, getting their scrubs and masks on. "Bring the gurney," I called once Taryk got the doors of the truck open. Wren, a tall skinny man with ebony skin and light gold eyes, nodded. He reached back and grabbed one of the padded tables we kept by the doors for such occasions. "What do we have, Atlas? Xander was miserly with the info." We got Aeron on the gurney, Lukas still attached to him, and rolled into the infirmary. I began the medical rundown of the patient.

He carried the medical site kit in both hands, with his glasses low on his nose and his coat buttoned incorrectly at the bottom. "That kit was collected yesterday," Elara said. "I know." "The inventory is sealed." "Then you can watch me break the seal." He set the case on the hall table and entered the code. Inside, the diagnostic reader sat between two bundles of sterile tubing. Two metal travel mugs were clipped into the lid beside the first-aid pouch. Dr. Chen opened his coat pocket and took out a white ceramic mug with a thin blue line around the rim. Elara knew it from the estate kitchen. He had used it during early protocol calls, when both of them drank enough coffee to make breakfast

The number on the reader meant nothing to Kaela until Lucien's breath changed beside her. "That's a hold-capable signature," he said. "Say it in numbers," Kaela said. "I don't read Kesh calibration." "Point four above the anchor floor." Ilsa, the medic, turned the reader so Kaela could see the curve for herself — a jagged line settling, barely, above a red threshold band. "It's not comfortable. But it's not a no."

She said, ignoring Tiffany. “Hi. I'm Tiffany, his fiance. I'm sorry you feel sick.” Tiffany said, walking towards them. Yeah, I know you are his fiance. And you are the one who is sick, silly. Rachel wanted to say all of that, but smiled instead. “Thank you.” She said instead. “Where are your medications?” Shawn asked. “In the top drawer in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom,” Rachel replied. “So, I heard you both were fighting. Have you reconciled now?” Rachel asked Tiffany as Shawn walked to get the Medications.