Being the medic's undevoted assistant came with a price. You were always interested in the medical field, that was a given, but his idea of "treating people" often involved him experimenting on idle body parts strewn across a blood covered battlefield. You knew this was to be expected from the flier as soon as you read the first paragraph of the job description. "Medical Assistant Needed!" It read in black and bold print across the top, continuing to explain the medic's struggles of keeping up with patients as well as exploring the practical side of medicine every now and again on his own. That had been a month ago. A month wasn't that long of a time, but time was of the essence to medic, so he didn't have a moment to spare on awkward conversation or getting to know you, though you were fairly certain he did at least a little. He would toss around questions now and again varying on subjects. Now, you two were friends at most. Or that's what you'd like to say. You spent your days waking up, attending breakfast with the rest of the team, then making your way to medic's lab to begin your days work of whatever it was he needed you to do.
"(Y/n)," he called one morning while you were deep in paperwork. "Hm? Ah, coming sir." You said plainly, making your way toward him. He sat in front of a small desk covered in plastic with a few papers and a severed human arm laying across the top. The sight didn't bother you. You had attended medic in battle twice, and seeing what those men did rid you of any type of fear for death or blood. You stood over him as he eyed the arm intensely. He had chosen to crouch over the ground rather than use a chair, heaven knows why. "How can I help you, sir?" You said quietly to make your presence apparent. He blinked, raising an eyebrow and looking up at you. "(Y/n), enough vith zhe formalities, you know me." He said as more of a command than a suggestion. "Yes, well, medic," you began, clasping your hands behind your back. "How can I be of assistance." He glanced back up. "I zaid to stop zha-" he began, but you quickly cut him off to avoid being scolded. "I am your assistant, so how can I be of assistance?" You said calmly, smiling innocently and backing up a few steps. He stood from the ground, offering a sarcastic looking smile in return to yours. "I vas only going to ask you how your morning vas going. But nein." He said, chuckling darkly when he finished. "Oh," you said, glancing away. For the past few days, you had been quite certain you were feeling some new emotion toward medic. It wasn't something you had never felt before, so it bothered you greatly. It was a desire. Ignoring it was futile, but acknowledging it was an even bigger problem. "Ja, vell, ve haven't much to do today anyways." He looked in a different direction as well, then back at you. His eyes reminded you of your own, the way you looked at each other. "Oh, if that's code for you want me to leave, then I can." You said nonchalantly, jutting your thumb over your shoulder toward the double doors that led out to the main hallway. "Nein, nein." He replied quicker than you thought he would, tilting his head to the side. "Ve could spend zis time together, for a good business relationship." You tilted your head, mimicking him. "I think I'll just go." You said quietly, trying to avoid any situation involving just you and him alone without work to occupy you. His eyes narrowed slightly, his eyebrows arching with them. His jaw tensed. You felt a strong grip around your wrists, being both of his hands. You looked up with fear in yours eyes, your lip quivering lightly. "Nein, you're staying here vith me."
