put it down... (a tf2 scout angst + Speedingbullet)

doctors office! (medic where were you during ww2 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭)

Sniper POV:

I smiled to myself, for the first time in a while i didn't feel so lonely. I sighed like a love sick teenager rolling over on my bunk dramatically. Scout really does make me a better version of myself, hes everything that I'm not. I love him and hate him for it at the sane time. But i can't hate that cute little man for more than 20.5 seconds.

"What's got you so happy bushboy" a voice taunted. I yelped and jumped hitting my head on the top of the camper. Spy appeared beside me on my bed sprawled out comfortably.

"FUCKING FRENCH RAT WHY ARE YOU IN MY BLOODY VAN" I yelled, already missing my privacy.

"Hm," he mumbled, lighting a cigarette. "I just had a question, i haven't been here long i prooomise. So don't worry your little tête de kangourou" he growled, as if i was the one intruding upon him.

"First off, don't bloody smoke on my bed, that's dangerous and rude. What was your question?"

"Oh" spy put the cigarette out against his watch "just if you knew where scout was" the old man looked around the room with a concerned stare. "I went to look for him in his room but the door was knocked down and blood splattered all over his bed" spy dry coughed into his elbow, fidgeting furiously as soon as he was without his cigarettes.

"What." I stared in disbelief, spys nervous demeanor told me he was telling the truth. Although i hoped he was lying. "Have you asked the others?" I asked, fear wracking my voice.

"Non, I'm afraid you were the first person i thought of mundee." Spy grumbled.

"W-well lets bloody find him!" I yelled. I slid down the bunk ladder and ran out of my van towards the barracks, spy following close behind.

---medic pov---------

I ran down the hall with my husband, carrying the poor boy like a lamb over my shoulders. Misha offered to cary scout but i declined, this method allows me to better hear patients- i mean scouts, heart and breathing while we ran. His breathing was strained and shallow, making me run faster. We arrived at my office with haste.

"Door" i growled, urgently. Heavy hurried to hold open the door for us. I quickly placed scout on the table applying a tourniquet on his upper thigh.

"AUHGGGHHH" Scout stirred in agony. "ᴰᵒʰʰᶜ" he wheezed, losing his breath before starting to pass out again.

"Mikhail hook up hiz fluidz vhile i start, bitte" i ordered.

"Yes, doktor" heavy nodded, he looked deeply concerned, we both were.
I noted to myself that there was no cuts or scrapes through his clothing before cutting them open myself. I was met with and inch deep cut about five inches in length. It gaped open uncomfortably, the broken skin and fat was slightly jagged. I've seen worse, untreated it could be fatal but the question of how it happened lingered in my mind. Me and heavy stood quietly as i cleaned the wound and checked for any other ailments. After we turned the medibeam on him, me and heavy took a moment to compose our thoughts outside. We sat down at the waiting chairs outside my office, both taking a deep breath.

"Misha..." i whimpered into my hands, dropping my professional act. "Vhat do you zhink.... why would he... feel zhe need to. I don't underszand" I laughed, the tears falling from my eyes betraying me. "Vhat zhe hell" i sobbed.

"Eet will be okay любимый" (darling) the bigger man pulled me into a side hug. I slid over onto his lap hugging him as hard as i could. My laughter was muffled against his shoulder as my tears dampened his shirt in my pathetic attempt to calm myself. Misha whispered sorry's and i love you's to me in Russian as he held my trembling body close, and pet me endearingly. Scout is like a son to me, the last person i want to hurt him, is himself.

Not like i did.