Limping down the hallway to the medic's lab, you dragged your mangled leg on the rugged ground. Blood seeped from the large gash that concealed your once smooth skin, but was now a monstrous cut caused by a lethal combination of a sticky bomb, sentry bullet, and idiotic attempt to push the cart while it was stuck by Scout, forcing it to fall on top of and crush your leg.
"Shit," you hissed, slowly approaching the large double doors with a red cross sloppily painted on them. You were losing blood quickly. The doors were only a few steps away.
"Medic.." You whispered, your vision was becoming hazy. You were swaying back and forth and breathing heavily. To your amazement, you realised the pain in your leg was disappearing.
This was not a good thing. Your leg was becoming numb, your skin fading to white and seemed to lack much needed color and blood. You were at the the double doors at last, lifting your weak hand to push them open.
You couldn't do it. A sharp pain coursed throughout your body, and you were on the floor. The last thing you saw was the bloodstained base of the infirmary doors. Your vision faded to black.
When you awoke, you were on the cold metal surgery table that you loathed. You moved your hand to your head slowly, feeling tinges of pain that came from underneath tightly wrapped bandages.
Your hand drifted from your head to your leg, a small scar where the once serious cut had been. It still stung, but not nearly as much as the fresh wound. You lifted your body from the table to sit up, the quiet room echoing with the creek of the metal from underneath you.
The medic wasn't in the room at the time, so you decided you would hop down, leave the room, and thank him later. Once you were off the table, he entered through a different door.
He stopped, made eye contact with you, then looked away. "Thank you." You said quietly. "Ja, no problem, Frau." He replied, making his way toward you.
As soon as he was close enough for contact, he picked you up bridal style, lifting you up onto the table. This did not faze you. Medic was a blunt man, and he didn't have time to ask you to awkwardly hobble and struggle onto the table.
He grabbed his clipboard, glanced at you, then scribbled back some more notes. "I see zat you are able to stand. Zis is good." He commented in his thick German accent. "Ja." You mimicked, nodding your head quickly.
He smirked, then quickly hid it, susposedly so you wouldn't see it. "I'll be back in one second, Frau." He said, leaving through the same door he came from. You heard shuffling, a few banging noises, then the loud bang of the door as he threw it open.
"Ach, Mein Gott. Sheiße." He hissed, opening a few cabinets and droors then closing them hastily. "Need any help?" He looked over at you, then opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. A moment passed, then he spoke up. "Ja, sure, if you're up to zhe task."
"Sure," you replied, looking around the room. "What is it that I can help you with?" You asked softly, directing your attention to him. He groaned, then sighed. "I need to find Mein medical book."
You raised your eyebrows in surprise. "Medical book? What would you need that for?" He chuckled, turning and searching in another cabinet. "It's not something I need to learn, I write procedures down from surgeries that I am new to, or correct mistakes from previous ones. I wish to review it."
"Ah," you said absentmindedly. You hopped down from the table again, hobbling over to a few different places he hadn't checked yet. When you discovered they hadn't had a single book in sight anywhere near them, you continued to a different spot.
He exited through the same door again, grumbling curse words in German and leaving you to search alone. The room was empty. The most you could find was oddly shaped medical tools and blueprints of the other teams base.
Then you spotted another door you hadn't seen before. It blended in with the wall quite nicely, and had a label written in bleach white paint on it. It was German scribble, something you obviously couldn't decipher.
A strenuous gallop led you to the door while you cautiously turned the knob to enter it. You looked back at the door the medic left through. You couldn't hear anything, and the room stayed silent.
When the door creaked open all the way, you quietly pushed it closed behind you to make sure nobody followed. You turned around to see that it was a large bedroom, the walls stained at neatly painted with a red shade slightly darker than blood.
The bed was quite large, a stand beside it with a lamp on top, two dressers against opposite walls, and a few other decorative things to complete the room. You guessed it was the room of the medic.
You tiptoed through the room, you weren't sure why though. It made you feel more secure and silent. Running your hand over the silky sheets, you shuddered at the cold air that engulfed the area.
You pulled the drawer open slowly to the stand with the lamp on top. It creaked and hissed, presumably old. When it was finally open, it revealed many different papers with notes on top. The notes looked medicine related, so you guess the book would be under them.
You pulled the notes aside, and gasped loudly. Your hand immediately grabbed at your mouth when you saw the contents of the large droor. Different types of sex toys stacked on top of each other filled the droor to the bottom, some opened, some neatly packed into their casing.
You picked up a large and sleek whip, about the length of your body. Horror and a sense of intriguement filled your thoughts. You ran your fingertips along the length of the whip, stopping at the end. "Has he.. Used these?"
A sharp pinch in the small of the back made you scream loudly while you were pushed to the side of the bed. You were bent over, your upper body pinned by two strong hands onto the silky sheets. "Not yet." Medic hissed, breathing hot air into your ear.
