1 . Name: Origami @ 2011-09-09 11:50

...I have mustered up some courage to post? lol well there will be eventual Heavy/Medic, but it's not just limited to them. Pretty Medic central though.

~Behind a mask of Ice~


The Medic knew he was not the best "doctor" in the world. But, he tried. He gave everything he had on the field. He knew people appreciated his work, sometimes. But he was weary.

The aloof man man trudged through the doors of the RED base after all of the other cheering teammates. A recent victory. That was good, he mused. Having their new relocation settled onto this terrible place called Dustbowl wasn't usually a positive thing. The dust was everywhere. It would sneak into their food, into their clothes, into their showers, into their beds at night. Into everything. The Medic was always cleaning that godforsaken med-bay.

"And then I was like BONK! And boy did that sucker go down!" The overconfident Scout laughed as he mimicked the motions with his beautiful bat.

"That's a good job mate. I do think that today wasn't as hot as usual, and that we really did a good job." the mellow Sniper returned as he took a seat and started cleaning of his gun from access dust and dirt.

"Do NOT let it get to your head. Now you know we won today, but we could have done BETTER!" the soldier barked. "Next time I expect us to win within the first five minutes!" he demanded, but also flopped onto a chair in the main lounge.

Groans filled the quiet lounge.

The Medic didn't need to hear any of this. He quietly slipped out and into the hallway; his path headed for the Med-Bay. As he slipped in, the chill assaulted him. He closed the door, walked over to his lone desk, and finally sat down. The medigun was placed to the side, the pack on his back finally lifted off of his weary shoulders. Glasses were the last to come off, and his hands immediately reached up to rub his temples. One of his hands gently moved and rested on the table. It curled into a fist.

He almost lost someone today.

The Medic might have a sense of morbid curiosity, but that did not mean that he did not do his job. As a "professional" he was a man of medicine, a man of science. But his heart contained the man of healing, of compassion. It contained the man who is hiding behind a cold, aloof exterior. It contained, fear for losing his teammate, it contained anger at himself for not doing a better job.

A loud knock on the steel door jarred him from his thoughts.

"Is Docktor in?"

Oh not him. Anybody but him. He couldn't handle this right now.

"No." he simply stated.

The door opened anyways. The Medic hurried to stand, and put his glasses back on.

Heavy.

The Medic watched as Heavy closed the door and walked over. His face was in a grin as if nothing in the world could ever go wrong. Suddenly the Medic felt large arms around him.

A hug?

The Medic bristled and tried to slip out of his arms, but to no avail. He wasn't called Heavy for nothing. The man was like a wall when he wanted to be. Or in this case, a steel cage.

"Wanted to thank Docktor today. He is great asset to team, and helped us win!" Heavy triumphantly stated.

That got his blood flowing. He used both hands and pushed away with all of his might. The Heavy gradually loosened his hold in confusion.

"You almost died today! Do not zhank me for something I didn't do dummkopf!" he practically seethed out.

Heavy looked confused before replying "But am still alive no? So it is good!" A smile.

Medic froze.

Comprehend the situation. Try and get why the stupid idiot doesn't care that he almost died today. Try to understand why he himself, cares.

'I don't understand.'

"Please get out." he finally mustered.

Heavy frowned.

"Docktor should eat dinner with us. It is dinner time. Docktor needs to eat! Keep up strength to crush BLU babies!" Heavy stated with determination.

"No. I und busy, please get out." Medic scathed back.

"But Docktor-" he tried to reason.

"I said NO Heavy. Go eat vith someone else, I am busy." the Medic cut him off.

Silence.

Medic watched as the Russian slowly left with a confused look. He glanced back one more time, as if making sure the Medic wasn't about to change his mind.

The sound of a door being shut.

His hands went to his face. The red rubber gloves shielding him from view. No tears. No crying. No sobbing. Just weariness and cracks in the mask that would need a bit of time to repair before it could be seen by public eye again.

He almost lost someone today.

The warm colors of the sunset streaked through the windows of the med-bay, tinting the metal with an orange hue. The birds on the sill watched quietly as the man slid down to the ground. He sat on the cold floor, with his hand in his head. Knees drawn up. And he sat.

He almost lost someone today.

It was a common thing to lose people in war. Medic knew that, Medic wasn't stupid. People have died around him before. Before he came to RED. He should be used to it. It happens a lot. It is war.

He almost lost someone today.

But why did it make his heart hurt so much?

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Did I fail yet? :D