TF2: Doctor's Assistant

(16) Melancholy

The Medic paused, an emotion crossing his face that I'd never seen before in my life. I could tell that what I just said probably hit him like a train. Whatever was left of his smile completely vanished...and I instantly regretted it.

"I...I understand..." He said quietly, moving out of the way so I could walk into the room. I shook my head. 

"No...privately..." I said, eyeing one of the cameras on the ceiling. He nodded, closing the bedroom door and waving me to follow him. I walked behind him, rubbing my arms for comfort. What was I going to say? As I passed the Engineer's room once again I realized that all was completely silent on the other side, so this time there was no music to calm me down. The only sounds that reached my ears were the hums of focusing cameras and our footsteps was we traveled further down the hallway. Soon I found myself back inside the surveillance room. It must've been the only room that wasn't being monitored. 

Sniper had left, so we were completely alone. I closed the door behind me, looking forward at the Medic as he turned around to face me again. The room was dark, but I could still see him. The screens gave Medic's figure an almost ominous glow as he looked back at me. I shivered, looking quickly over at the screen Sniper and I had been watching so closely. It was back to the live feed, and the screen was black with the darkness of the clinic. 

"Now..." said the Medic, seeming to stand up straighter. "What did you vant to talk about..?" He had his hands behind his back again. His composure was so naturally gathered...I looked like a mess compared to him now. I looked straight at him, leaning back against the door.

"Why was I in the clinic for so long?" I asked, making myself sound as serious as possible. To my surprise, there was barely a second after my question ended before he had an answer for me. 

"I performed a little surgery, Frau..." He said gently. "I gave you a new heart so you von't be killed by zhe Übercharge." This time, I was the one to cross my arms. The way he had ended his sentence didn't sit well with me, it sounded like he was unsure if he should end his sentence there. 

"And..?" I pushed. He paused again, and I knew I had him. Now he looked nervous. 

"Eh...and?" he asked. 

"Don't play dumb..." I said firmly. "Cameras don't lie..." At this point, his hands were back down by his sides. 

Caught him.

He shook his head. 

"H...How did you...?"

"The Medi gun wasn't pointed at my chest after the surgery." I said. "It was pointed at my stomach. So tell me..." I took a step closer. He didn't move. He just searched my eyes for a second, then sighing and looking away from me, suddenly looking frustrated. 

"Nein....it vasn't..." he said, seemingly in a growl. He clenched his fists, hearing his gloves stretch and rub together. 

"What did you do?" I asked for the final time. He looked up at me, bitterness in his eyes. I'd never seen him angry with me before, but now he looked like he wanted to yell at me. It was my body, and I did deserve to know what he did to it. I gave him a minute to gather words before he huffed and sat up again. 

"Frau...I..." He shut his eyes for a second, then looked straight at me. 

"I removed your uterus." 

My entire world stopped...and so did my heart. I felt as if in one second all the air in my lungs had been knocked right out of me. I backed into the door again, my breathing shaking and my new heart pounding in my throat. No...

He saw the shock on my face, his anger vanishing almost instantly and instead replaced with sudden sympathy as he tried to approach me, but I kept pushing him away, calling him a monster. He shook his head, becoming insistent and trying to reason with me.

"Scout. Just zhink about zhis for a second." he pleaded. "It's one less zhing to vorry about for zhe rest of your life. Nozhing can slow you down now. Just imaging vhat zhe BLUs could've done to you if I didn't."

"The rest of my life?!" I yelled in a haze of tears. "What if I wanted to have kids later in my life?! I could've lived long and happy with a family! That was nothing that slowed me down and you know that!" The Medic stared at me in shock as I balled my fists in anger, wanting to to just....just...

My anger quickly turned into sudden dread and dismay as I sank to the floor, trembling. 

"Frau..."

Someone came in the door a second later, demanding why everyone was yelling this late at night. I knew that Australian accent anywhere. He saw me crying and quickly kneeled beside me. 

"Scout...what's wrong?" He murmured quietly to me. I shook, hiding myself in his shoulder a second later.

"Get me away from him." Was all I could say. The Sniper calmly rubbed my back, glaring at the Medic before turning and leaving with me. A sobbing mess. Abandoning the bewildered Medic. His room was the closest to the surveillance room, so it wasn't long before we were sitting on his bed. I was crying into him for so long, explaining everything that the Medic had told me. 

"Oi...don't worry about it..." he said gently. "He has the tools to put it back in if you want him to...Just calm down, Sheila....please...." I sniffed, not even daring to think of that man any longer. Sniper spent a long time talking to me and rubbing my back, and slowly I started to fall quiet. 

I didn't care that he liked me anymore. I never wanted to see him again. 

That monster...