TF2 One Shots

Flashbacks and Drafts (Medic x Male Reader)

Author's Note: Ok, I know that I haven't updated this book for a long time (I was too lazy). Now, this isn't all that bad (at least I hope it isn't). This talks about some sensitive topics (such as World War II and PTSD/panic attacks). If this is going to be a difficult thing for you to read, you don't have to read it. You can skip it if you like. I'll put a summary about what happened in this chapter at the beginning of the next chapter. (I would also like to note that if I don't fully nail what having a panic attack feels like, I'm sorry. If you have any suggestions about how to improve that section or any section of this book, you can DM any time).

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Medic's P.O.V.

I grabbed the lab coat that was hanging off of a nearby hanger and put it on. I stood in front of the mirror and began checking to see if there was anything that wasn't perfect. I straighten my red tie a bit, and pushed back my hair. The alarm I set rang through the eerily quiet Med Bay. I turned it off and looked back at my reflection.

I checked myself over once more. An almost foreboding feeling came over me. My eyes stopped at the "plus" symbol at my arm. My blood ran cold, the hairs at the back of my neck stood up, and it felt like I wasn't able to breathe. I've been here before.

I gripped my head in between my hands, frantically looking for my prescription. Not now! Please, let me at least find my pills!

But memories don't care about any pleas to stop it, and soon I was back in that horrid place. SS guards yelling out commands to all of us. The sounds of bullets sinking into the body of someone who disobeyed. The cries and moans of prisoners who were locked up solely because they didn't fit the German standard.

I grabbed the prescription bottle, opened it, and poured two pills in my hand. I gulped them down quickly, waiting for everything to return back to normal. My frenzied breathing calmed down, allowing me to take a quick look around. Nobody here. I sighed in relief, and walked over to the sink to get a glass of water.

I search through my cabinets, but couldn't find any glass. My hand touched a beaker that I am pretty sure I never used. I shrugged, placed it under the faucet, and filled it to the brim. I took a small sip, hating how metallic it tasted, but loving how cool it felt going down my throat. I shut off the faucet and finished drinking the water-filled beaker.

The Med Bay door opened, and the sound of someone's voice reverberated throughout the Med Bay.

"Hey Doc, how are you?" It was (Y/N). He was one of the replacement mercenaries we hired, along with his sister. I was surprised his sister was even hired, since she didn't really pass all the tests given to her. But, she was hired, and so was he.

"I am doing alvight. Vhat about you?" I smile faintly, pretending everything was actually alright.

"I'm ok, but are you sure you're alright? It looks like you've seen a ghost."

I waved my hand, brushing off what he said. "I am just tired. Do not vorry about me."

He nodded, not believing what I said. He looked around the room, and his eyes landed on my bottle of pills. He picked it up, and began looking for a label.

"Hey Medic, what are these for?" He poured out one of the pills and held it in his hand, staring attentively at it.

I walked over to him and took the bottle away from him. "It iz a new type of drug zhat I am making."

He looked at me with wide eyes. "Really? What is it supposed to do?"

"To help anyvun who iz suffering from flashbacks." I admit, twisting the lid of the bottle back in place.