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Medic Imagine

Hey, I got a request last week, from rissiejune and I'm utterly late. I'm really sorry, the only option for me is Seppuku. Well, i'll do that after the imagine. Again, I don't play Team Fortress 2, but the video was helpful, and I tried. Really, all I've got on him is German and doctor, so we'll roll with that. Keep making requests though, it's the only way I'll learn. Again, Sorry!

Medic Imagine-For those of you who don't know (like me) the medic is from a game called Team Fortress 2. From what I can gather, he's a Mad German Doctor.

Warnings: Mention of wounds, violence, blood, and gentle cursing

Medic Imagine

Y/N let out a scream as a handful of bullets pierced her shoulder, causing her to drop her gun. It was almost over, there was just a few left. Pyro let rip on them, but not before one lifted its rocket launcher. Y/N was caught in place as it came at her, and she finally scurried back. She was too late, though, and it impacted with the ground and exploded very near to her leg. She let out a deafening scream even as the last of them died, and victory was announced. "Oh hell! Medic!" She looked up at scout, panicked, and he grimaced at her. He scooped her up and started running back to the medic's operating theater. "Pryo! Grab her leg!"

"What?!" Y/N roared over her pain, and the Bostonite grimaced down at her. "Nothing, nothing. Medic!"
"Hurry up and get her back!" He shouted, on the run ahead of him, massive gun bouncing on his back. He held the door open and Scout ran in after him, setting her on the table. "Scout, where is my leg?! Oh, god!" She looked away as Pyro tossed it on the table next to her.

"Zhat won't do," medic muttered, "Calm her down." Scout jerked her chin up to look at him. "Ya need to calm down, Y/N. Medic's gonna fix you up fine."
"He isn't even a doctor though!"
"He's a doctor."
"He doesn't even have a license!"
"Oh, pssh." He muttered, getting his tools around him. "God, it hurts. Can't you just zap it fixed?!"
"Hush, Frau." He put his gloved hands on either side of her face. "Everyzing vill be fine." She took a deep breath and  left consciousness as he began the procedure.

She groaned as she woke up, head fuzzy. "How do you feel?" She shook her head a bit. "I feel like...drugs."
"Vell, zhat is very normal. How does your leg feel?"
"Uh....I can't really feel it." He swung a monitor by her bed to face him and made a few noises in his throat. "Why can't I feel it?"
"Well, it isn't really, technically there anymore." Eyes wide, she flicked the sheet back to see that her leg stopped at her knee, and a complex machine finished the rest. "Ze engineer vas more than happy to supply you with a limb."


"What about my leg?"

"I have it on ice for experiments." She sighed. "Thanks, doc. I'm sorry I said that you aren't a real doctor."
"Vell, you certainly learned, didn't you?" He smiled proudly. "Yeah yeah, I learned. Do we have another battle coming up soon?"
"Perhaps. Though you will not be joining them."
"Why not?!"
"BECAUSE, you recently lost a limb. At least three days, no less!"
"Ridiculous! I'll need a better answer than that!"
"Vell, maybe I don't want to see you hurt anymore." His face softened for a second, and she furrowed her brow. Immediately, that soft look was gone, and he stormed out. "Three days, Frau!"

Two Days Later

She sighed and watched Pyro mix cake batter. He was the clearest option for company, seeing as he didn't speak beyond mumbles. Well, at least not to her. He shoved a spoonful of the mix into her mouth and she sighed, letting it stay there for a moment before licking it clean. "That was really good." She muttered, still in pout mode, and he gave a hum of satisfaction before nearly throwing it into the oven. He had learned the hard way that using a flamethrower on cakes never worked. He suddenly made a cross with his fingers, and she shook her head. "I don't need to see the medic." He huffed and started pushing her in his direction. "Fine! I'll go!" She trudged down to his theater and walked in to see him sending jolts of electricity into her forgotten leg. She screwed up her face. "I really didn't need to see that." He poked it again and looked up.

"How is ze leg?"
"Peachy perfect, no issues on my end." He nodded in satisfaction and swatted above his head, where his bird was flying around. "Archimedes, please." She sighed and sat on the steel table. "How was the last battle."
"Regular. Scout had a hard time without you zere."
"I knew he would." She grinned lopsidedly. "Other than that, though, everything's been fine?"
"Yes."
"Alright. Well..." She slid off the table. "I'll see you later, Doc." He smiled up at her, not in a crazed way. "Certainly, Y/N. Perhaps you could come over later, and we could-" Her leg exploded from the voltage, smattering him in blood and gore. She nearly gagged through her laughter. "Yeah, have fun with that." Still giggling, she walked out, and he sighed and watched her go.

Was that decent? Sorry!  Thanks again to rissiejune for the request.

I'm going to Nottsberry farms, so I have another imagine that i'll update tomorrow and you won't hear from me until next Tuesday at the earliest. Later,

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