Attention Span (heavy/medic)

Attention Span

He'd let his guard down.

Not even for very long, but just enough for someone to slash his gut open so quickly he didn't even have a chance to see who it was, let alone try to defend himself. The impact had sent him to the ground, roughly landing on the medigun backpack and knocking the wind out of his lungs. Where his medigun had landed, he couldn't see it anymore.

Now all Medic could do was wait for his death. That's what you get for straying away from your team, right?

As he blankly stared into the snowy sky, he sensed the snowflakes landing and melting on his skin, as it was snowing pretty hard. But he knew the warmth in his body wasn't going to stay much longer, and that soon the snowflakes would just cover him up like he was never even there.

The warmth of his blood and intestines seeping out fought against the cold snow surrounding him. He felt mad for letting himself get hit again; after all, he'd almost made it to the medkit too. After that last hit, he just didn't have enough health or strength to get up again.

Such unforgiving coldness from everything. Medic watched as his quivering breaths puffed up and away from him. He found his hands moving up against his sides, weaving into his spilled intestines just to feel an ounce of warmth.

The dizziness intensified, and Medic let his eyes shut, soaking in the sound of gunfire in the distance. The snow muffled many other noises too, but not the set of approaching footsteps.

Surely someone had found him, and they were coming to finish him off. Anything to make it end faster, Medic thought, as he felt his breathing weaken.

However, it would be quite the opposite, as he heard the footsteps slowly make their way past him. They'd sounded faster when they were farther away, only slowing down when they came closer to him.

Tiredly, Medic opened his eyes and realized that it was not someone that would have any thought of hurting him, but instead would want to help. It was snowing so much that it was already difficult to see him, despite how tall he was.

Medic tried to make a noise, any noise, to get Heavy's attention.

"He- help," he croaked weakly.

The man in front of him stopped moving, and Medic was pretty sure he'd turned in his direction; the dizziness was setting in even more now.

"Heavy..?" he whispered.

Suddenly the footsteps came back to him again, and to Medic's relief, he saw Heavy's face come clearly into view as he crouched down next to him.

"...Doktor? You are still alive?" he asked frantically. "I am sorry, I did not see you moving."

"I wasn't," Medic whispered. "I'm not going to anymore."

"I did not bring sandvich with me, Doktor. I am so sorry."

"It's alright, Heavy... I don't think I could have eaten it anyways, no?"

A confused look came across Heavy's face as Medic smiled a bit.

"You know... my stomach," Medic explained, as Heavy's face returned to a sad expression.

His hand found Medic's gloved one, underneath his guts and stained with his blood. He heard Medic take shaky breaths, still trying to say words.

"It- it hurts..."

The sad smile on Medic's face had been replaced by a grimace, his eyes falling closed once again as they stung with tears and his throat forcing him to swallow.

"You- I will come back," Medic mumbled. "You don't have to- to stay, you shouldn't."

"I will be alright, little baby men will not kill Heavy."

"No... you should leave, I'll come back..."

Medic did not hear the running footsteps around the corner, as they were muted by the snow, and Heavy, unfortunately, did not notice them in the first place as he was trying to hear Medic.

"...I'll come back..."

Then Medic said no more. His voice was replaced by the yelling of the enemy team, and to Heavy's horror, they were all upon him in an instant.

Heavy did not make it away before the bullets tore his body apart. He'd let his guard down.