A TF2 Bush Medicine Fanfiction

Irrational Thinking

[Thanks to everybody that's read this. <3 I started this chapter a few months ago, but completely revised it and finished it since somebody commented asking if I was going to write more. (:] 

Yeah, still told from Sniper's POV.

I was shot out of my heavy, peaceful slumber by a gunshot. Naturally, my body tensed, and I shot up from my former sleeping position. My teeth gritted together, as another gunshot rang through the air, louder than the last. Medic, who was still in my arms, shook lightly, as I held him as protectively. When had he woken up?  My instinct told me my nest was no longer safe for the German or myself, but the sound of nearing footsteps ruled out fleeing from the area in which we were now cornered in.

In a panicked hurry, I stood up and disconnected myself from Medic. With negative anticipation, my hands wrapped around my SMG that I had thrown on the ground when I hid here. My hands shook around the gun, as the Blu frenchmen appeared from smoke at the entrance of my nest. He aimed his revolver at my head, with a grin smeared across his face. 

"Say goodbye, you coward." the tall, but slim man said, grinning with a disgusting kind of confidence. 

I flinched as he took the shot, and in a panic dropped my SMG. My eyes clenched closed, as the gunshot went off. To my surprise, the bullet screamed past my head, and another shot was taken almost immediately. This shot landed itself deep in the right side of my chest. I fell to the floor, with a sinking pain in my chest, and an overpowering dizziness starting to take over. Not long after, I hear a whoosh zoom past my head, and a 'thunk' on the floor in front of me. I could only barely manage to force my eyes open to look at the Blu filth, who was now gasping for air on the floor, with one of the needles from Medic's Crossbow jammed in his neck. I clenched my chest, somewhat more relaxed now that I knew that bloody backstabbing filth was taken care of. The moisture of my own blood soaked my hands, and I became dizzier and dizzier. The sound of Medic's shoes as he ran over to me was the last thing I remember, before gasping and passing out.

~ Time skip to when Sniper wakes up ~

Still in panic, my eye's shot open, and to no surprise - I was in the infirmary again. The clean smell overwhelmed me, and filled my nose, as I grabbed my chest. Those smells alone were enough to calm me down, as much as possible after getting shot in the chest. The ache was almost unbearable, and just breathing was difficult. When I looked up Medic had turned around from what I assume was doing paperwork. His hair was a mess, and he looked beyond distressed. I couldn't protect him... My throat began to ache, but I pushed those tears back and decided he didn't need to see me so pathetically weak and helpless again. He looked a bit relieved, but walked over to me after a few moments of silence. 

"Ahh, vell, good you're up..." the German said, looking a bit worn out. "H-How are you feeling? - Do your ribs hurt?" I didn't want this to become a routine. 

"Well, now that you mention it, doc," I had a hard time keeping eye contact, "My ribs, and my whole chest hurt like hell." I let out a half-assed chuckle, trying to keep a light mood, as usual.

"Oh, vell, I'll get you somezhing for zhat." his voice was full of distress, "Vhen you vere shot, vone of your lungs vas hit and a rib vas cracked pretty badly." 

He shuffled a little bit looking at the ground, but looked up when I looked at him with a concerned expression.

"But don't vorry!" he said straightening up and grinning, "I got you back here as soon as possible, and did surgery on your wounds to fix everything up! You should feel better after a veek, give or take. But for now, vould you like somezhing for your pain?" He's trying to make everything seem okay, like I do... Why?