Run Away Engie, Run And Hide (a tf2 angst. Schizophrenic Engie)

entry #13 brain go squish mmm

Written by Toby

----------medic POV---------------

I looked at dell, peacefully asleep before me. In theory, this will work, but it has never actually been done before. In this day and age, the only brain surgeries that had been publicly practiced were lobotomys. With the respawn machine, i had access to hundreds of organs to study but only once they were already mostly dead. Brains were pretty high on my list of things I'm fascinated with. Considering that once its dead, there's not much to study at all. I made the first incision, very carefully drilling a small circle out of the top of his head, and keeping the chunk of his skull for later. The  majority of the microchip was simply going to sit on the surface of his brain, with five microscopic fibers going into his brain to pick up signals and send them to the prosthetic. I checked that he was still stable, with no Ill response to the new hole in his head... Dell, looking to be just fine, continued to breathe at a resting pace. I carefully lined up the microfibers with the section of his brain i had previously decided on, double checking it with my magnifying glasses. I still hadn't decided what to call these new contraptions but I'm sure that French bastard could think of something fancy.

An: GUYS THIS IS FUNNY because doctors magnifying glasses are called loupe's. In French loupe means "magnifying glass" so in the universe tf2 medic canonical invents the first loupes glasses. Now laugh.🤣😂🤣😭🤯🤡

I slowly and carefully inserted the fibers into his brain until it was secure. Letting out a breath i didn't know i was holding into my surgical mask.
I prepared to seal his skull back together. Any mistake i might make could kill him, or worse, damage a fellow geniuses brain. His mind was far too valuable to waste. I lied to myself, trying to convince myself that I wasn't worried because i held the life of one of my closest friends in my hands. Unlike the engineer I tried to keep a professional, emotionless demeanor with my comrades. Which hardly ever worked i I'm being honest with myself, thankfully i won't be. I focused back on the task at hand, reconnecting the small peice of skull with tiny titanium plates and screws before stitching the skin back together over it. I wiped off all of the excess blood and dressed the wound. Dell looked to be stable, the only way to know if he had brain damage would be after he woke up. I went to clean my instruments, relaxing a bit now that the hard part was over.

"Coo?" A familiar friend sang. Archimedes sat outside the window frame, asking to be let in. I was usually careful to keep the windows closed during surgery.

"Hooh, hallo archimedes," I smiled at the little dove, opening the window for him.

"Coo."

"Now don't say zhat, I'm sure zhat he vill be okay," I laughed mostly to myself, offering my hands for the small bird to sit in. Archimedes accepted my offer gratefully, nestling himself into my palms.

"Coo."

".... I'm scared too archimedes, don't tell anyone I said that," I sighed, part of me realizing I was talking to my bird again, the other part not really caring.

"...... coo" he stared at me blankly, enjoying the warmth of my hands.

-------time skip------

--------------engie pov----------

I woke up quickly the medicine having worn off a while ago. Looking around i saw i had been moved to one of the infirmary beds, a familiar scene. I had started to get used to these plain scratchy sheets, not that i would miss them. My head throbbed with pain. I reached up to feel the bandage over where the incision was made. I let out a tiny gasp when i realized what this ment. I could finally test the new prosthetic. I smiled to myself before my heart dropped noticing something in the corner of my eye.

I forgot to take my meds today.

I blinked uncomfortably, trying not to notice the odd things in the room, the way all of medic's jars of eyes seemed to follow me, the way one of medics doves stood waxlike, the way the walls seemed to breathe, ebbing and flowing and then drawing back again. Exept when i looked at then. And the floor, the floor breathed aswell, hissing slightly as it sank in. It sank in.
I held it in, the bile rising in my throat as a whisper tickled the hairs on my neck.

"You can see eternity." The voice spoke quietly, but harshly trying to convince me of something. I'm not quite sure what. My mattress creaked, everything else went quiet as i heard a noise. Metal against metal, scraping, digging into the mattress from underneath it. I sat, frozen, curled into a ball. Trying to tell myself that it doesn't know im here. No that it's not real. None of it is real. Suddenly the door opened a blurry tall figure in white approaching me.

"Ah, Joure avake!" It spoke. I recognized it, it was one of my friends i think. I started to calm down regaining my ability to think clearly.

"Zo.. i know zhis is going to be tedium, but i need to ask jou a few qvestions to check for any memory loss etcetera, etcetera. First, how are you feeling?" I could more clearly see ludwig as my senses woke up, he tapped his pin repeatedly on his clipboard in a self stimulating manner as he waited for my answer.

"Doc, I fudged up-" I covered my face with both hands, not wanting to look at anything.

"Hoh?" He squeaked, clearly confused having to change all of his mental plans.

"ᴵᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵒᵗᵃᵏᵉᵐʸᵐᵉᵈᶦᶜᶦⁿᵉ..." i slurred into my hands too quietly for him to understand.

"Es tut meir lied, what?" he asked leaning down closer to me to match my height.

"... i forgot to take my medicine," I looked anywhere but in medics eyes as I spoke, shamefully embarrassed of a condition i had no control over.

"How bad is it? Do you zhink you could still ansver some qvestionz? Do jou need to rest?"

"It's more manageable now..." I sighed internally. I wanted to scream, 'Please don't leave me in here alone you idiot' but i didn't want to seem like some fool, scared of his own shadow. "I can answer questions, yeah"

"Alvight! First off vhat is joure full name?" Medic asked, already looking bored of his own questions.

"Dell Conagher..." i stifled a laugh, trying my best to focus on the questions and not everything else. I was just glad not to be alone with that infernal scratching again. He continued to ask me tasteless questions, until i gave up. He decided it was best to let me rest more and test the prosthetic when i wake back up.