Bella's Brutal Bootcamp: Toughen Up The Medic

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The midday sun beat down mercilessly on the dusty training grounds, a stark contrast to the sterile infirmary Bella was accustomed to. Scott Nails stood before her, his arms crossed and his expression utterly unyielding, a granite monument to battlefield pragmatism. “Your bedside manner is a liability out here, Doc,” he grunted, his voice a low rumble that brooked no argument. He pointed a thick finger toward a series of grueling obstacle courses, each one designed to break both body and spirit under simulated combat stress. Bella’s first instinct was to protest, to cite medical protocols and the sanctity of her triage tent, but the look in Scott’s eyes silenced her. With a determined sigh, she hoisted the weighted medkit onto her back, its familiar contents feeling alien and cumbersome in this new context. The first drill was a brutal test of endurance, forcing her to low-crawl through mud under a cacophony of simulated explosions and tracer fire. Scott’s critiques were relentless, barking corrections on her form and her speed, demanding she treat the dummy casualties with ruthless efficiency over gentle care. Each labored breath was a lesson, each strained muscle a reminder that compassion alone couldn’t save a life when the world was falling apart. By the end of the day, a new, harder resolve had begun to settle behind Bella’s exhausted eyes, the first true layer of armor being forged in the fire of his brutal bootcamp.