"Scout, can you hear me?" you asked, shaking the unconscious boy. He didn't reply.

"Scout, what the hell did you do to yourself?" You cried, struggling to pick him up. You had to get him to the Medic.

You half-carried, half-dragged him down the hall to the med-bay, where you pushed open the door.

Medic looked up from his papers with a worried expression. "Vhat happened?" he exclaimed.

"I'm not sure, I found him in his room like this... I think he overdosed on BONK! or something."

"Ach! I have varned him against zat stupid isotope soda many times, but he does not listen! Here, set him down on ze examination table. I need to inject him viz a serum to wake him up, before I can heal him."

You gently placed Scout on the steel table, taking his hand in yours. It was clammy and cold. "Will he be alright?" you asked, concerned.

"Ja, he should be."

You sighed in relief.

Medic walked over, syringe in hand. "(F/N), can you hold him down please, so I can inject him?" he asked.

You placed your hands on the unconscious boy. Hiss muscles were prominent under his shirt. Quickly, Medic stuck the needle into Scout's arm. Scout writhed, crying out in pain. You did your best to hold him down.

Scout's eyes flew open. "Where am I? What's going on?" he cried.

"Shhh... It's alright..." you reassured. "You overdosed on that stupid BONK!, and basically knocked yourself unconscious. You're lucky I found you when I did- you were barely breathing."

"I was unconscious? But I was dreaming!"

"Yeah, that can happen when you are unconscious sometimes." you said.

"Huh." he mumbled. "You were there."

Uh oh. Only a few people could actually detect your presence, let alone see you in their dreams. "What do you mean, I was there?" you asked.

"In my dream... It was a memory, but you were there next to me... It was weird..."

You shrugged. "Weird dreams are probably a side effect of the BONK! I guess?"

"Yeah, I guess so." He didn't look like he completely agreed though.

Medic put a hand on Scout's shoulder. "Scout, you vill not be fit to battle today, you must stay in ze med-bay und rest."

"WHAT!?" Scout shouted.

"Ja, you are too sick to battle today."

Scout swung his legs over the side of the table. "I can battle! See, I'm perfectly fine!" he said, jumping to the floor, where he promptly collapsed. You caught him before he hit the floor.

"Okay, fine, you win. I'm not fit to battle, whatever. How are we going to win without a Scout to cap the intelligence?" he asked.

"Ve vill vork somezhing out..." Medic frowned.

"I can do it..." you said quietly.

"What?" Scout exclaimed. "You can't!"

Medic looked thoughtful.

"Why not?" you asked dangerously.

"Because- because you're a girl!"

You frowned. "And there's a problem with that? I assure you, I'm more fit than anybody else in the current situation to be the Scout."

"Doc!" Scout cried, "Do something!"

"Ja, vell, she does have a point. You are unable to battle, and so she can take your place."

Scout pouted. "Fine. There's a spare uniform in my closet, you can wear that. The battle's in 20 minutes, I'd hurry if I were you."

"Yes!" you cried excitedly, and rushed out of the room to change.