Run Away [TF2XREADER]

Chapter 23- Warm Welcome

You awoke the next morning to the sound of your watch's alarm going off, along with the white noise of the TV. Apparently, you had fallen asleep in the rec room. As you began to stir, you noticed that someone else was sitting on the couch at your feet. "Mornin' kiddo." You went and rubbed your eyes, slapping your watch to silence its alarm. "S-Scout?" You spoke with a rasp, having just woken up. Blinking, you stared at Scout, processing the fact that he was actually there. "Oh, hey. Welcome back." You sat up, which allowed some of your blanket to fall from your shoulders. Scout looked at you with wide eyes as he took in your form. "Wow, I'm gone for four days and you got a gun-show goin' on without me?" He smirked and laughed as you looked at him with confusion ridden on your face. "What? What are you talking about?" He raised a brow and pointed back at the hall towards your room. "How about you look in the mirror and check it out yourself?" Hearing this made you somewhat nervous. Is my bedhead that bad or something? You stood from the couch, wrapping your blanket around your form as you ran back to your room's bathroom. Tossing your blanket into your bed, you went into the bathroom to see what Scout was talking about. That was when you noticed your arms. Your mouth gaped as you raised your arms, flexing. I- I have muscles?!?! But- I haven't- How is this possible?! I thought gaining muscle took months!! Running out of your room and back to the rec room where Scout sat waiting, and skidding to a stop once you got there, you exclaimed to him. "I HAVE MUSCLES?!?" Scout burst out laughing at your reaction as you continued to let out random words and noises, trying to piece together how in a matter of days you actually looked like you could put up a fight.

Sitting down next to Scout, you held your head in your hands as you had a mini-crisis. Scout, still laughing, slapped his hand on your back as he leaned forward to speak. "I don't get why you're acting like this is such a weird thing. You should be glad you got such nice guns! Like mine!" He lifted up his arms as if he were trying to flex, and kissed his bicep while 'showing off'. You let out a snicker and rolled your eyes, sitting back into the couch. "Yea, I guess you're right. Where's everyone else by the way?" He looked up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to recount it himself. "Well... uh- a lot of 'em are asleep, but Snipes and Heavy got a bit roughed up, so they're over in the medbay." You looked up at him with what was shock, but then morphed into concern. "Oh! Oh- are they okay?" Scout waved it off, yawning. "Yeah, they're fine. Medic's takin' care of 'em." You nodded, understanding, but then turned back to the mercenary to see that he was starting to doze off. "Hey- uh, Scout? You okay?" You tapped him on the shoulder, getting a bad feeling of deja vu as you did so, but shook it off as he jumped up. "I'm up, I'm up! Ugh-" He rubbed his face, making the bags under his eyes more apparent. "Uh- you look tired. Like, really tired." Scout shook his head, still trying to snap himself awake. "Yeah, I am." You raised a brow at him. "Then why don't you go to sleep? Or are you staying awake so that you can hang out with lil 'ol me?" You said the last part in a playful tone, earning a small chuckle out of Scout. "Heh, I would, but Medic said something about a concussion...? So I can't sleep for a few hours." At first, you were worried about the fact that Scout apparently had a concussion, but you were also confused. "Why can't Medic just fix it with his medigun?" Scout sighed, annoyed that it wasn't that easy. "Apparently the medigun can't fix concussions or somethin'. He's worried about stuff happenin' while I'm asleep and makin' things worse, so I can't sleep." You winced slightly, fidgeting with your hands. "Ooh, well that sucks. Why don't you get some coffee or something to help you stay awake?" Scout crossed his arms, rolling his eyes out of annoyance. "Medic said I can't do that either." Looking off to the side awkwardly, you said a small, "Oh." when you shrugged and nestled into the couch, getting comfortable. "Welp, I'll be here to keep you awake." Scout smiled and ruffled your hair, making it more of a rats nest than it was before, but honestly, you couldn't care less. "Thanks, kiddo."

For the next couple of hours, you and Scout sat and watched TV, taking a break around 7:00 to get some breakfast, but then resuming your shows. And whenever Scout looked like he was about to fall asleep, you'd wake him right back up, which he was grateful for, but on the other hand, he really wanted to be able to go to sleep. It was around 8:30 when Scout finally gave up and made the decision to go ask Medic if he could finally go to sleep. You decided to go with him so that you could go see what was up with Sniper and Heavy. You awkwardly followed Scout through the halls, making your way over to the medbay. Scout entered the medbay with you hiding behind him as he called out for Medic. After a moment, Medic came out of a separate section of the medbay, looking annoyed. "Vhat do you vant Scout?" Scout put his arms up as a means to diffuse Medic's irritation towards him. "I just wanted to know if I can sleep now! Jeez, no need to be so cranky." Medic rolled his eyes, disregarding Scouts' comment. "Jes, you may go to sleep now." Scout pumped up his fist and let out a 'finally!' as he made his way back out the doors. Medic then looked down at you with a brow raised. "And what do jou vant?" He looked you up and down, eyes widening somewhat when he noticed your newly formed physique. But he didn't say anything about it, if he wanted to. Rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly, you spoke with a nervous but determined tone. "I- I was wondering how Sniper and Heavy were doing? I heard from Scout that they got hurt." Medic closed his eyes and nodded, and then grabbed his medigun from its rack before turning to walk back where he had come from, expecting you to follow. "Zhey are fine, nothing major, but if jou miss zhem so much jou can come with me to check on zhem." Your face heated up out of embarrassment when he spoke of you missing them; you did miss them, it just felt weird admitting it. Walking through the widely spread curtains, you were met with Heavy and Sniper laying in separate beds. Heavy was sitting up with a book in his hands, his left arm entirely wrapped in bloody gauze from fingertip to chest. Attached to the wrapping was some sort of device. You couldn't even begin to guess what it could be for. Sniper looked worse of the two, having his chest exposed and wrapped in gauze, a cast, and another weird device that had tubes filled with some sort of liquid going into the wrapping, and likely into his chest. Peeking through were some old scars that seemed to run along his torso in a y-shape, along with a few minor ones along his biceps.