A TF2 Bush Medicine Fanfiction

Don't Panic / This is How I Really Feel

[A/N: Sorry for this story dying! I don't have motivation very often, even though this part only took me a day to write. Anyways, enjoy!~]

Even though it'd felt like I slept for hours, I could still feel the crippling pain, deep within my chest. Yesterday's memories came rushing back to my head, but I was more than reluctant to think about them, tried my best to not think about them. The light shone brightly through the small window of my camper, and a slight panic overcame me when I realized, my team was probably expecting me on the battlefield by now. Shit, okay. I can do this. I can do this. 

When I forcibly pushed myself up from my sleeping position, a loud pain-filled groan filled escaped my lips, and I was holding back the tears from the corners of my eyes. Every movement I made felt like I was taking one step closer to my own death. Today should be fun, considering our medic literally probably hates me, and there's nothing I can do about the pain from that, or the pain from being shot. 

*Time skip to after he's wrecked himself getting ready*

Well, after the pain it took to get dressed, and feed Hoots the dreaded birdseed he hated (compared to the fresh mice), I stepped out into the cold. I was confident I could get to the battlefield, and if anybody notices I was late, I'll say it was all part of my plan to surprise Blu. The cold wasn't as bad as it was the previous week, so despite having a chest that felt like it had been jabbed with several knives, it was more or less easy to make it to the battlefield. I wasn't too incredibly late, either, and my job wasn't very physical. Nobody would notice if I wasn't taking as many shots as I usually do. I clenched my chest with my hand, as I picked up the pace, and snuck past the rest of my team, trying to find a new nest, as the Blu spy would definitely remember where my last one was. While the area I found wasn't really ideal, my breath fell short, and I sat down in the lower space, and threw my stuff to the ground. I laid against the ground, in the somewhat hidden area, and started to cough. My hands clenched my chest hard, and the cough became violent, and wouldn't cease. 

Sheesh, he said this would take a week to heal, but if hurt myself, I have to go back to him.

Was I really that egotistical, I couldn't admit when I was wrong and look for help?

Yeah, unfortunately.

I had packed less in my bag today, since I knew I wouldn't be able to carry much. So, I didn't have my instant coffee, or any of cigarettes I'd smoke when I was stressed. It might not've been a good idea to smoke with my injuries, but I wasn't really sure. I must've been pretty out of touch with reality, because I didn't notice or hear our own team's spy uncloak right next to me. For a moment I thought it was Blu's spy, but I calmed down when I realized it was just ours, who liked to stalk people. I took a breath, and stood up reluctantly through the pain.

"Mon amie, you seem out of breath." The Frenchman noted, eyeing me. I realized it was possible that Medic had told the rest of the team about my injuries, but I tried to not to dwell on that thought. 

"Ah, yes, mate. I slept in some, and had to run over here through the cold, when I woke up'n realized I was late." I chuckled, smiling fakely. 

"I see. I noticed your absence on the field for a couple hours, and thought you might've been avoiding something." The other man replied sarcastically, pulling out his cigarette case, and lighting a cigarette.

A short moment passed, before the shorter man held out his cigarette case to me, and offered me one of the expensive looking cigarettes. They were darker than normal cigarettes, not to mention longer. However, they were pretty slim, so I decided to take one. 

"T-Thanks, mate." I thanked him with a polite smile.

Spy let me take one of the cigarettes out of them case, and flicked the flame up to let me light it. I nodded again in thanks. We both stood there in silence, smoking the cigarettes, for quite some time. It wasn't an awkward silence, by any means, but my calmness might've been from the cigarette calming my nerves a bit. It tasted spicier than the convenience store cigarettes that I was used to, but it was pleasant. After thinking about it for a moment, I assumed our spy had picked up on my stress. Who knows? Doesn't matter, I'spose.