Intern’s Log: Lucca, the Medic Who Won’t Let You Die (No Matter How Much You Want To)

  Date: Redacted

  Intern ID: Reynolds, J. (I am terrified of the nice one.)

  So, after barely surviving Chips’ cold, calculating leadership, and Stubby’s absolute love for psychological warfare via high explosives, I decided—stupidly—that it was time to meet one of the "nicer" Good Boys.

  Which is how I ended up alone in a medical bay with Lucca.

  And now?

  Now I understand something deeply terrifying.

  Because Lucca is not the nice one.

  Lucca is the unstoppable one.

  Phase One: The First Impression (Oh, She’s Normal?)

  Unlike Chips, who radiates military precision, or Stubby, who gives off 'unhinged gremlin energy,' Lucca seemed… normal.

  ? Labrador genes.

  ? Warm, golden fur.

  ? Soft brown eyes that scream “trust me, I’m your friend.”

  ? A gentle voice.

  ? An actual, normal smile (not the kind that makes you think you’re being sized up for war crimes).

  "Oh! You must be Reynolds!" she said, cheerfully, the first time I walked in.

  "Uh. Yeah."

  "You look unbalanced."

  …Excuse me?

  Before I could respond, she grabbed my wrist, checked my pulse, and nodded to herself.

  "Elevated heart rate. Tension in the shoulders. Are you sleeping well?"

  "I—what? Yes? I mean, no, but—"

  "You drink too much caffeine."

  HOW DOES SHE KNOW THIS.

  Phase Two: The "Friendly" Checkup (I Was Not Given a Choice)

  So apparently, Lucca does not believe in personal boundaries when it comes to medical assessments.

  She escorted me (read: gently, but firmly pushed me) onto an examination table and proceeded to do a full workup on me like I was a malfunctioning piece of equipment.

  "Do I—do I have a choice?" I asked weakly.

  "Nope!" she chirped, cheerfully pressing a stethoscope to my chest.

  I have seen cold, heartless scientists in this facility.

  I have seen explosives maniacs.

  I have never been more terrified than I was in that moment.

  Phase Three: The “You Don’t Get to Die” Speech

  While she wrapped a blood pressure cuff around my arm (far too tightly, might I add), I made the mistake of asking:

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  "So… your job is patching up the team?"

  She smiled.

  "Yes! But also no!"

  "What… does that mean?"

  She tilted her head slightly, as if the answer was obvious.

  "I don’t just fix wounds, Reynolds. I make sure they don’t stop moving."

  She squeezed the pressure cuff harder.

  "Ever."

  And that’s when I realized—

  Lucca isn’t just a medic.

  Lucca is a combat medic.

  The kind that keeps you alive not for your sake, but because you still have work to do.

  Oh no.

  Phase Four: The Time I Watched Her Work (I Now Fear Medicine)

  Later that day, I got dragged into a live training exercise where Lucca was assigned to Stubby’s fire team.

  I figured, Oh, okay. A normal field medic. Checking vitals, dressing wounds, all that.

  I figured wrong.

  Because five minutes into the exercise, one of the other Good Boys took a simulated “injury” to the leg.

  I expected a calm, measured response.

  Instead?

  Lucca yanked him up, threw his arm over her shoulder, and hauled him forward like he weighed nothing.

  "You can still shoot, right?" she asked casually, while dragging him behind cover.

  "Uh—yeah?" the injured guy stammered.

  "Then you’re fine!" she said cheerfully.

  I stared in horror.

  She doesn’t just heal.

  She refuses to let them stop fighting.

  Ever.

  Phase Five: The Unsettling Realization

  After the training session, I—deeply unsettled—approached her.

  "So, uh. Your philosophy is just… keep moving?"

  She smiled brightly.

  "Of course! If they’re moving, they’re fighting! If they’re fighting, they’re alive!"

  …That is a dangerous mindset.

  I cleared my throat.

  "But, like… what if they’re too injured to move?"

  Lucca tilted her head, blinked at me, and said the single most terrifying thing I have ever heard.

  "Then I make them move."

  Phase Six: I Am Now Afraid of the Nice One

  Let’s recap.

  ? Lucca seems warm, friendly, and gentle.

  ? Lucca is not warm, friendly, or gentle.

  ? Lucca will patch you up, but only so you can keep fighting.

  ? If you physically cannot fight, she will find a way to make you fight.

  ? I now understand why none of the other Good Boys argue with her.

  I don’t know what they were trying to create with Project Canid.

  But I do know this.

  If I ever get injured?

  If I ever so much as twist an ankle?

  I will not be asking for medical help.

  Because Lucca will fix me.

  And then she will shove me back into battle.

  And I am not built for war.

  End Log.