TF2 x Reader

💭Please, remember me...(BLU Spy x Amnesiac!Reader)💭

Requested by @Introvert_Fam

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He sat at the side of your bed for hours on end just staring at your peacefully resting face as you breathed through an oxygen tube hooked up to a heart monitor, both your wrists were covered with IV's as your (H/L),(H/C) hair was sprawled around your head and onto your many pillows like a halo much like an angel. Ever since that battle a few weeks ago, Spy has felt like absolute shit and took it upon himself that what happened to you was all his fault. If he just stayed close to you and killed that on coming RED Sniper aiming at your head you wouldn't have been here in Medics wing slipping in and out of conciousness.

Thank the lord the bullet was slightly off target and only grazed the side of your temple but the impact from the bullets shock made you loose your balance and hit your head hard on a wooden support beam which happened to be covered in sticky metal explosives the RED Demoman had placed. As your vision blurred you only heard the Scottish man laugh and cackle to himself while he held the small button in his hand ready to blow you to smithereens.

"SEE YOU IN HELL LASSIE!! TELL THE DEVIL TO KISS ME ARSE!!"

By your saving grace Spy had quickly snuck up behind the drunk demolition and stabbed him in the throat before he could blow you up, blood went everywhere from the wound and the cyclops fell onto the dusty, desert earth as his body slowly dissapeared. Most likely returning back to the spawn room at his teams base no doubt. The last thing you saw was Spy rushing to your aid and calling out your name before the world turned to nightime and everything went quiet. Unfortunately your team had lost but Spy honestly could have cared less, you were more important to him than the intel in his opinion even though most of the team were livid with their loss out there. Medic also shared some concern and yes while you could have simply respawned, he knew how much the suave Frenchman cared about you and gladly took it upon himself to heal you the best he could. Spy hated seeing you die over and over again and would rather risk his own life just so you wouldn't feel the pain of death.

When the results came back of your injuries after a few days it turned out that you had suffered head trauma and possibly would wake up with amnesia. Spy didn't want to hear or believe it but there was a seventy-eight percent chance you would and that alone made Spy nearly clutch his chest and fall onto the seat behind him from panic.

Unfortunately his fears came to light when you slowly began to wake up and opened your (E/C)eyes one day only to mummble,

"Where am I? Who are you?"

Spy felt his heart shatter as he bit his bottom lip and reached out to try and touch your hand but you pulled away out of confusion and slight fear, not understanding what had happened or what was going on, and it only sent the Frenchman into more mental peril as he stared at you with tears in his blue eyes. They fell and stailed his BLU ski mask a darker hue from the salty water and somewhere deep inside you, seeing this man so sad and slumped over, made you almost cry yourself but your damaged mind just wasn't letting you function and instead you just tilted your head and looked around the white, slightly bloody room. Suddenly your mind was distracted when you felt a gloved hand grab at yours and you slowly turned your head to see Spy sniffling and intertwining his fingers with yours, whispering only a few words to you.

"Please...mon cher...remember me..."

Your response was simple, but struck him like an arrow through the heart and bring more pain than any bullet or knife could.

"I can't."