TF2: Doctor's Assistant

(17) Wunderbar...

I never saw the Medic for at least a few weeks, and for those weeks I was able to convince myself that I was still mad at him for what he did. Battles came and went, but I never saw him come out once. There were a few injured who would vanish into the clinic for a few hours after a battle, and come out looking just fine, but something looked much different from before. They usually come out looking like brand new and like nothing in the world could ever stop them. Now they came out looking the same as they went in. 

I tried to keep myself from going back into the surveillance room again. Part of me wanted to look at the clinic cameras and see what he was doing, but I thought it would be kind of rude to watch him. I figured I should go and see him myself in person. I hadn't gotten to do that, for I'd decided to stay in Sniper's room and sleep on the floor for a while. I consulted the Sniper before I did decide to finally talk to him, wondering if I was really ready to after what seemed like so long, but he said to only go if I felt ready. 

Sniper didn't agree with what the Medic had decided to do, but he saw the possible benefits from it, so he never complained or tried to convince me otherwise every time I started talking about it. I did trust him though, so I managed to see what the Medic was thinking after a while. I hated to say it...but I had forgiven him ever so slowly over those weeks. Soon I found that I was being simply ridiculous in still avoiding him. What was I waiting for?

I made my way slowly down the hallway, walking back towards the clinic for the first time in almost a month. I looked forward to seeing him, but not talking to him. I figured he would still be a bit uneasy, judging by the state I was in the last time he saw me. I slowly walked past the waiting room and stopped at the doors, looking up at them for a second. They seemed to stand tall above me, making me even more nervous, but instead of walking in unannounced, I slowly reached out...and knocked quietly. 

It took a second, but I heard footsteps coming to the door. As they got closer my stomach tightened, but I straightened up, looking up as the door opened slightly. There he was. I hated to say he looked the same as always at first, but once he realized it was me he seemed to reel slightly, blinking and looking me up and down, as if he was in disbelief. 

"Frau...?" he asked, opening the door a little more. "You didn't come here to yell at me, did you..?" He asked, his voice so quiet. "Zhere have been ozhers zhat have done zhat for you..." I was slightly shocked by this, not knowing that others had gone out of their ways to stand up for me. He was looking at me like a scared child. I gently shook my head. 

"No...I came here to tell you that...I forgive you for what you did..." I replied just as quietly, but looking straight at him, to give him the message that I was really being serious. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looking at me like I was crazy. 

"but...you said..."

"That was weeks ago." I interrupted, fidgeting with my hands as I spoke. "Look...I don't agree with what you did...and I was mad and upset that it happened...but...I've had time to think." I looked down for a second, gulping before speaking again. "Now, I understand that you were only trying to help me. Bad things could've happened...and you just saved me from a majority of them...so...I'm so sorry for yelling at you..."

I looked up at him again, and I didn't expect to see the look on his face. He looked shocked...also looking like he was about to cry, but shaking his head. 

"Mein Gott..." He rocked back on his feet for a second, running a hand through his mess of short hair. "A...Alright, but please..." his voice bordered on a whisper. "let me take zhe blame zhis time..." I cracked a gentle smile, nodding quietly. He smiled back at me, and the butterflies fluttered in my stomach again. That smile...

We stood there for another second, but the next thing I knew I had my arms wrapped around him, hugging him tightly and never wanting to let go again. He was hugging me back just as tightly as I buried my face in his shoulder. Whether I was mad at him or not...I missed him. His voice, his smile, just....him. Everything about him, and as he rubbed my back...I...I cried a bit. I felt his warmth and even his heartbeat as we stood in an everlasting embrace. 

A moment later he had pushed me away gently, looking at me with a sudden serious look that made my heart drop. 

"Eh...Scout.." He said, fidgeting with his hands again. "I'm just telling you now...zhat...ve can't have much of zhat anymore...zhe...Administrator..." He was right..and I hated it. I remembered what happened to our Demoman and the BLU's soldier. 

"I can only imagine what lengths her and Miss Pauling would go through to get us to hate each other..." I said uncomfortably, feeling suddenly frustrated. 

Something as little as a friendship...was completely and strictly forbidden.