TF2: Doctor's Assistant

(20) Repayed

It seemed I was starting to go deaf from the sounds of the loud explosions and gun shots, but it was mostly from how concentrated I was on containing the bleeding. Soon the sounds of war around us seemed to fade from my mind. I kept my eyes locked on the Medic, my arms never moving from where they were. I could feel the steady beating of his heart through the coat. He seemed to be strangely calm for someone who was bleeding out so rapidly. Yet..I supposed that was what he was trained to do. Being afraid would only make him bleed faster.

I stayed still for as long as I could. Looking down, I then noticed that I was bleeding a little on my arms. It was dripping a little, but it was nothing very serious. It really stung, but I didn't let it bother me. I couldn't.

"Medic..?" I piped up quietly, after long minutes of silence. He didn't answer. He didn't even open his eyes, but I was trying to reassure myself. I could feel him breathing. Nice and steady.

Our team soon recovered from the shock of the starting fight and started striking back. Heavy was the very first one to take action, shooting into their group's direction. Engineer watched his sentry carefully. It's frequent beeps meaning that it was striking one BLU down after another effortlessly. One after another they charged forward and attacked, giving us just a bit more time.

I heard a fuzz at my feet. I looked down and saw a red uniform standing near the edge of the ditch. Spy had found us. As he approached I gave him a swift kick to the shin. Scout said a long time ago that he would recommend doing so if any Spies approached me on the battle field, just to check and see if he was real. He grunted in pain, seeming to glare at me for a second. He seemed to slowly realize what I did after a while, for that look soon faded and was replaced with focus. He crouched beside us. 

"What happened?" He asked. I almost hesitated, wondering why he didn't see us just plummet. 

"We...we fell off the roof...can you please help me get him to the clinic?" I asked. He nodded, carefully helping me to my feet. I gritted my teeth, grabbing my shoulder after he let me go, but that didn't stop me from pacing. I was still holding onto his coat and Medic was starting to lose blood again. 

"Please hurry..." I pleaded, looking toward the enemy lines again. They were getting closer. Spy quickly but gently picked up the Medic, running off. I followed as quickly as my legs would take me. Like an impulse, I knew what I had to do. We made our way over and into the storage room, continuing to sprint towards the clinic. I don't think I'd ever run so fast in my life. 

Once we were in the Clinic, Spy was only there long enough to put him down on the bed before turning and leaving. I put the coat down beside the bed,  starting to work quickly, unbuttoning his vest and pulling it off, then going at his shirt. Both of them had big holes in them, as if someone had dragged a dagger across them. With his chest exposed, I looked him over. 

They weren't really wounds I was expecting. They looked more like at least a dozen puncture wounds from flying debris and rocks. They were deeper than I expected, and they were still bleeding. Thinking as fast as I could, I reached up and brought down the Medi gun, flipping it on like I'd seen him do before. It hummed as a red beam glowed out of the end, making it's way to his chest where it began its work. The wounds started to move strangely, some of them pushing up large rocks or small sharp pieces of rubble as they closed up. 

Almost forgetting to, I took his glove off, looking at the bullet wound, then gently putting his hand in the beam. As it healed I'd never realized before how much bigger his hands seemed compared to mine. The wound closed and I gently put his arm back down, taking his other glove off and setting them on the table beside the bed, then gently sliding my hand under his, trying to calm down.

I sat in the chair next to the bed, sighing with deep relief. Now I could understand why the Medic had always been so tired when I'd seen him. My heart was still pounding and my mind was racing, but they were both gradually starting to slow down. I looked over at him once again, just...thankful, more than anything. Yet another scene played through my mind as I looked at him. I remembered my amazement as I looked at the security cameras, stunned by how scared he seemed, and how caring he really could be. I moved my chair closer, just waiting for him to wake up. I laid my head down on his shoulder, seeking some comfort. I knew he was going to be alright, but something just didn't sit well with me. 

Repayment...I owed him for all he'd ever done. I may have thanked him over and over again for saving my life...but a thank you never meant anything truly to me. I sighed quietly, looking up at him again. His expression....it was so calm. I smiled a little as I looked at him. I wished from the bottom of my heart that I could have no problem being a bit closer to him. Right now, I didn't care if Miss Pauling caught me. My face flushed as I sat up a bit, leaning towards him and giving him a gentle peck on the cheek. 

Maybe more than that was what he needed....