Medicine (TF2 Fanfic)

Chapter One: Awoken

        "..." Scout opened his eyes, and sat up. He looked to see that he was currently in Medic's operating room. Confused a bit, He got up from the table, and walked over to the mirror. He looked at himself, observing the changes. He then traced his fingers over his head, feeling the scars of needle work and stitches.
        Just then, Medic walked back into the room, a box in his hands. 
        "Oh, Scout, you're awake," The German man said, as he placed the box down on his desk. He then strolled over to the younger boy. "It looks like the procedure was a success,"
        "I guess it was," Scout replied, shrugging. Medic placed his hands on Scout's shoulders, and instructed him to sit back down on the operating bench Scout was on earlier.
        "Now, how are you feeling?" Medic asked.
        "Um... okay? Normal? What do you expect me to respond?" Scout replied. Medic nodded.
        "Do you... remember what happened before?" Medic asked. Scout thought for a second, but instead there was a pain in his head. Scout placed a hand on his head, and shuddered.
        "I-I, I don't know, Doc," Scout replied. Medic look confused.
        "You don't?" He questioned.
        "N-not a thing," Scout said. "The last thing I remember... is... getting hit with a jar of jarate...? Last battle?" 
        "Oh," Medic said, a sigh after. Scout continued to think, then gasped. He then stood up, and pointed at the older man.
        "HOLY FUCK, YOU DID SOMETHING TO MY BRAIN!!" He yelled, surprising the Medic. "What the hell did you do to m-"
        "In our recent battle, you were badly injured by the RED's Sentry!" Medic replied. "The re-spawn machines weren't working, so you weren't able to regenerate your health back as easily as you normally would, so I had to operate on your body and brain,"
        Scout thought for a second. He had no recollection of that at all happening, nor, did he have any memory of anything that happened recently. He sighed, and sat down. Medic then sighed, and grabbed out a pill bottle.
        "Look, you're still alive, right?" Medic replied. "That's all that matters currently,"
        Scout looked at the pill bottle Medic was holding.
        "I need you to take one of these a day," Medic said, handing him the bottle. "I make these pills myself, you can't find them in the stores, so you'll just have to come back to me when they empty out,"
        Scout looked at the man, and scowled.
        "You just gave me drugs, didn't you?" Scout said. Medic looked up at him, a "not amused" look on his face.
        "Well, they could be if you overdose, you would kill yourself almost instantly," Medic said in a serious tone. "I'm just trying to help you, comrade, I'm not trying to kill you,"
        Scout could get the feel that Medic was really being serious right now. Scout sighed, as he got down from the work bench.
        "Yeah, I get it doc," Scout replied. "I'll take one a day," 
        Scout then walked over to the door, surprised Medic wasn't stopping him. He sat there for a second, his hand on the handle. He turned his head, looking at Medic, expecting him to yell at him like he was a child or something.
        "What?" Medic questioned.
        "Aren't you going to yell at me?" Scout asked. 
        "No, you can leave," Medic said. Scout shrugged, and left the room. Medic sighed, as he then got up and sat down at his desk.
        "I really hope he doesn't learn the truth," Medic said to himself, as he held a certain folder in his hands.