One late afternoon, Scout had to get a checkup with Medic, and he was scared.

Why was he scared? Because he needed a shot, and he HATED shots. He was trembling and whimpering, and Medic couldn’t get him to stay still, so he sighed, and realized that he’d have to call someone…

He picked up the phone, and dialed a number, sighing as he waited for them to pick up.

“W-who are ya callin’, doc?…” Scout whimpered.