I am SO sorry for the long wait for the next chapter! This is somewhat short, so I hope this will tide you guys over until I get the next one up! Thanks again, Hybrid! --- Scout was instantly on high alert when both Medic and Heavy came back into the room an hour and a half later. During the whole time that he was absent, Scout had been trying to convince both Engineer and Sniper that everything would be okay. He was sure that somebody would come around and discover what the Hell was going on and get them the fuck out of there. He was for fucking sure that Medic would be terminated from Builder's League United and thrown into a funny farm, preferably one that had maximum security. Scout would quit this fucking war. He was going to quit this war and return home to Boston to be with his mother and brothers. He would get a decent job doing whatever was available. Hell, he would even lick toilet bowls clean if it meant that he would get the fuck out of here. Normally, Scout wasn't one to pray. But shortly before Medic and Heavy came back, he decided that now would be a good fucking time to pray. He prayed like the worst sinner ever. He promised God that he would never fight or pick up a weapon of any sort ever again. He promised to go to church every day for the rest of his life if God would only get him the fuck out of there. But it didn't seem like the good Lord was listening to him, for Medic was pushing a small medical cart in front of him as Heavy obediently followed him like a dog would follow his master. He went over to Sniper's bedside, Sniper looking at him with terror and fury. God, please God! Get us the fuck out of here! Please, I'll never do anything war-related ever again! Just please get us out of here before Medic turns us into a fucked-up three-person! Please God! Please! Scout mentally begged as he watched Medic pick up a syringe off of the tray that was filled with a milky fluid. Sniper's face immediately turned from one mixed with terror and fury to one that was only filled with terror. Medic loomed over him as he allowed Sniper to have a good look at the syringe in his hand. “Here you are, Herr Sniper. This is Propofol-†Medic started as he took the valve that was attached to Sniper's IV tube into his hand, Sniper cutting his sentence off with a stream of babbling. “Hey! W-what the bloody Hell are you doing?!†Sniper said, his tone displaying a fear that Scout didn't think possible for Sniper to possess. Medic simply paid him no mind as he stuck the needle into the valve. “It's for the general anesthesia.†Medic finished as he pushed the plunger down, completely emptying the syringe. That's when Sniper started to cry. It sounded like he was being strangled, and it was horrible for both Scout and Engineer to hear. Scout had never heard Sniper cry; he simply thought that he was incapable of showing such a strong emotion. Seeing Sniper bawling like a terrified child sent chills through Scout. Medic seemed to be trying to gently shush him, petting Sniper's head in a soothing sort of manner that made Scout feel sick to his stomach. “Please stop...†Sniper choked out, his voice becoming slurred and faint. Scout could see Sniper's eyes beginning to droop closed, his body slowly going limp against the mattress of the bed. His sobs were growing softer and softer until they finally fell silent. He watched as Sniper was now fully relaxed on the bed, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging slightly open. Medic gave Sniper's arm a sharp pinch, giving a satisfied smile when Sniper didn't wake up and react to the pinch. “Sehr gute, sehr gute. Oh this is coming along so splendidly, mein Heavy! Please roll Sniper into the operating room und prepare him; I'll be along to help you shortly.†Medic said in an excited tone as he gave Heavy an affectionate smile. Heavy returned the smile and went over to the bed, pushing a gurney to the other side of the bed. Heavy carefully lifted the unconscious Sniper onto the gurney along with the IV, and left with him to the adjacent room. “No!†Engineer shrieked as Medic began to roll the cart over to his bed. Panic seized the two men as they both began to struggle against the restrains once again. Engineer looked over at Scout, his eyes pleading with him for some form of help. “Scout! Oh God, Scout!†Engineer cried as Medic picked up another Propofol filled syringe. Scout wanted to help; he wanted to break them free and get them the fuck out of there. God, Scout felt so fucking helpless! He couldn't do anything tied down like this! Unless... “Herr Engineer, don't cry so! You saw how fast Sniper went out; this part won't hurt you at all!†Medic tried to console his crying patient as he picked up the valve. Engineer completely ignored him and continued to look at Scout. Tears and snot were running down his face as his body shook in violent terror. “Scout! Scout, help me! Don't let him do this to me! Please Scout!†Engineer sobbed loudly. Scout seemed to suddenly have an epiphany. He quickly looked over the restraint that held his left wrist down to the bed. He noticed that Medic hadn't secured it enough and if he could just reach down and bite down on the leather strap poking up, he could pull himself free! Suppressing a groan from the mild pain he was feeling in his lower back, Scout bent down and seized the strap in his teeth. Fuck! This was harder than he thought! He tugged as hard as he could, and had to stop himself from smiling a victory smile when he felt the strap beginning to loosen from the buckle. Engineer's sobbing was growing louder as Medic injected the medicine into the IV valve. It sounded considerably worse than Sniper's own sobbing scream, and it only spurred Scout to keep on going. “I wanna go home! Please help me, God!†Engineer sobbed in anguish as Medic gently stroked his face, wiping away his tears with his thumb. Almost...Almost...Got it! Scout thought triumphantly as the strap loosened enough for him to wrench his hand out of the restraint. He could hear Engineer's sobbing growing softer as he reached over to his right hand to free himself. Just as he freed his right hand, he could see that Engineer had closed his eyes, his body falling back slowly onto the bed. Excited panic gripped Scout as he bent forward to free his ankles. He only had a few seconds to spare before Medic could see what was going on and call Heavy back in there to give him assistance in re-restraining Scout. Don't fuck this up... Just don't fucking fuck this up! Scout thought wildly as he freed his right ankle and proceeded onto the remaining one. Medic gave Engineer a pinch to see if he would awaken, and smiled when he didn't. Just as Medic was about to turn around to check on Scout, Scout had managed to free himself. He swung his legs over the safety rails on the side of the bed and jumped off of it, feeling his bare feet touching the cold tiled floor. Freedom was his! He was going to get the fuck out of here and get some fucking help, whether it was from his own teammates or somebody from the RED team. Fuck, he didn't care who! So long as they would come and help! A horrendous ripping pain erupted in Scout's right arm, causing him to cry out and stumble a bit. He almost stumbled right into Medic, who was staring at him with amazement and fury. Scout realized that he had forgotten about the IV needle in his right arm, and he had just ripped a large bleeding line up his arm. For just one moment, he and Medic stared at each other. Medic's eyes were wide behind his glasses, and Scout's were terrified and filled with tears. Scout remembered that he was supposed to run away. “Herr Scout! Have you gone crazy?!†Medic shouted after him as Scout bolted out of the room. He felt blood steadily seeping down his arm, but the rush of adrenaline made him forget about the pain of accidentally ripping the IV needle out of his arm. His feet padded loudly on the floor as he ran, hearing Medic screaming at him. “Get back in that bed und take your medicine!†Medic screamed as he flipped the cart over, causing it to give out a loud metallic crash. Medic stood there for a few moments, seething with rage. He was sure that he had secured those restraints good and tight! There was no way that Scout could have escaped! “Doktor, what happened?†Heavy asked as he came into the room, most likely reacting to the sound of the medical cart being flipped over. Medic was shaking violently due to the amount of rage that he was currently feeling. Heavy looked around and noticed that Scout was missing, fresh blood spattered on the floor. “Does doktor need help in getting tiny Scout?†Heavy asked as he cracked his knuckles loudly, a sound that was absolutely revolting to Medic. No, it would be no good to send Heavy after Scout. He would most likely end up punching his face inside-out like he did to that RED Demoman last week. Medic took a few quiet breaths, feeling his anger simmering down. “Nein, Heavy. I will take care of it myself. Make sure that you prepare Engineer as well. Und don't forget to scrub up like I showed you!†Medic said as he adjusted his glasses. Heavy simply nodded and did what Medic had asked of him. There were not a lot of places that Scout could hide from him; he had conveniently left a trail of blood for him to follow. But first, a quick trip to Sniper's room was in order.