Hey everyone~ So some of you may know me as @/tf2.blumedic on instagram, or may know me from my other works such as Hetalia fics. However, whatever way you found me I'm glad you did! Here's the first one shot of my collection of oneshots and drabbles. You can request anything on my instagram or right here! Anyways, enjoy~
"Well fine then. Be that way. I'm going to do my job, and I sure as hell hope you do yours."
The German stated bluntly, the heels of his shiny black jackboots scuffing the gravel beneath him, and the thuds of his angered footsteps growing softer and softer. He stopped suddenly and turned his head downwards, but to the side so that the Australian knew he meant it when he said "und, do not bother following me." He stormed off, grunting and groaning as he got farther and farther away from the archer. Once he reached a building far enough away, he slid down one of the walls and put his head between his knees.
What a childish thing to do he thought. Sitting in the middle of an alley alone, feeling sorry for himself. He really should just go and apologize for getting all worked up over this. Honestly the doctor didn't even remember what they'd been fighting about, only concentrating on coming out on top in the argument. Proving he was right, or he'd die trying.
He sniffled a little from the cold and for something reason he missed a certain warmth. Not only had he been with the Australian moments ago, but he'd been arguing with him. Now, the doctor wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball and feel a safe and warm heat coming from behind him; the archer's arms wrapped around him guarding him from anything. The small crackling of a low glowing fire going to sleep just as they were.
Now it was cold, and lonely, and he was pretty sure he'd left a whole round of syringes in the base. It'd be suicide to go back now. The Medic stood back up, dusting off his white coat and heading back to where he'd left his Sniper.
As he started to hum a small German song he'd grown up with, a fiery pain blossomed in his abdomen. He took in a short breath, one of a gasp mixed with crying, hard. It was shrill and whiny but he never made a loud noise. There were a set of hands under his neck and under his back, gently laying him down upon the sidewalk. With his hand over his mouth the doctor tried to muffle his own, squeaking crying. Blue eyes frantically darted from all over the damned Spy as if begging or searching for something. The doctor leaned his head against something and his whole world went black.
Clacking against the pavement echoed through the city, and the only other sound that could be heard in these parts was the Sniper's faltering breaths. "Nurse?" The Australian called searching through the alleys and calling for the doctor. He half expected the Medic to have gone back to the base, unable to face battling alone. As he speed walked, he bumped his shoulder into something. Something soft, yet with a large force. The other object had been running. "Hey watch where you're-" the archer stopped, looking over the Spy who had uncloaked by mistake, staring wide eyed and scared back at him.
He reached for the kukri on his belt, never leaving the Frenchman's eyes with a certain questioning look. He knew where his nurse was. The only thing that made him run away, run farther than he intended was the blood stain on his suit. It was fresh, new, and it was most certainly not his.
As the Sniper checked alley to alley he found one that contained a slightly shaking, red from head to toe, jackbooted body. "...Nurse?" His voice cracked, the blade firmly in his hand dropping to the ground with a loud clatter. One part of him wanted to hold the doctor tight in his arms and tell him is was going to be alright, and the other wanted nothing more than to turn around and never go back. He didn't want to see the scared doctor's expression. He didn't want to have to deal with that when he could just see him, smiling and happy once he respawned. But as the Australian came to, he was there kneeling down beside the German hands shaking and unable to even look at him without crying.
The doctor's head was tilted slightly to the side, and look as if he were sleeping peacefully, at least. However as the Sniper's arms slipped underneath him to hold him in his grip, the face of agonizing pain that took over, the slight convulsion that began to take place, the utter sounds that the doctor made was truly something he'd never wanted to experience in his life.
"Shh, it's okay nurse, don't move." One hand, now splattered with bright scarlet blood stroked his cheek trying to calm him. Finally, he spoke. "S-Sniper, I'm sorry." He looked like he was trying to hold back tears even in this state, yet a few tears dripped down his cheeks. One of them was the Sniper's.
Violent sobs wracked his body finally as he admitted, "I didn't want the last time I saw you to be when we fought. I'm sorry." The German apologized again gripping lightly onto the Sniper's shirt. "Shh, nurse please, d-don't say things like that. You're going to be okay. Just, don't say that."
He looked upset as the doctor smiled and laughed. "Don't be silly. You know I'm a doctor, I know what this means. But danke." He closed his eyes lightly and sighed, trying to calm himself of the stinging pain. His hand rested over him trying to stop the blood from staining his clothes any more than they had already. The Sniper looked him over once more before pressing his lips lightly against the doctor's, his tears falling onto the German's cheeks. "Do not worry Sniper. I'll be okay. Until then, aim straight. I love you so much, herr Sniper."
The Australian nodded, and chuckled even though tears still streamed down his cheeks. "I love you too Dovie, see you later." Finally he felt it. The doctor's heart, it, stopped. Sniper finally let it out; what he hadn't wanted the doctor to see. The archer sobbed not caring if anyone heard him, though the only one who'd still be out here is the sneaky Spy. The German's head tilted again to the side but, this time with a little touch, he would not be waking up. His ragged breathing slowed and he finally calmed down, pressing his forehead and his nose against the doctor's. He already felt cold.
It was late. The Australian climbed down from his nest, not having gotten anyone except a lounging Engie and a lazily trudging Demoman. All he saw that day was the doctor's pained expression when he touched him. This would haunt him.
At the base all the others celebrated with beer and various other alcoholic drinks. He looked around for a hungover German his tie most likely tied around his head by now. When he didn't see him, the archer pulled the Engineer aside to ask. He half expected the Medic to be in his medbay somewhere or doing paperwork and avoiding parties as always. Yet as the Texan explained, Sniper's eyes widened with horror.
".....Engineer, what do you mean respawn is broken?"
