Medicine (TF2 Fanfic)

Chapter Five: The Tenth Door

        Over the next few weeks, Scout spent his time getting back into shape, doing weird psychological tests with Medic, and taking his medicine everyday.
        Soon though, she scars on his head were gone, but Scout still felt the need to cover them with his hat. Since that day in the car, he hadn't had anymore weird flash backs or anything of the sort. But he knew since that flash back, he had missed something important about the last year he doesn't remember at all.
        The first battle in a long time was tomorrow. Scout sat on his bed, his Sandman in hand. He looked down at it, and noticed something carved into the handle. He never remembered scratching into the bat, but what he could get from it was the letter "A". Everything else seemed to be sanded off of it. Scout shrugged, as he then laid down on his bed again.
        "Gosh, the battle," He said to himself, looking at the ceiling. "It's gonna be huge,"
        Bored, Scout then placed his Sandman on his bed, and walked out of the room. In his doorway, he quickly stretched, and walked down the hall. He looked to his left, and saw a door there. He never bothered the other guys in their bedrooms, so he never bothered to look at the doors. But there was something off about this door. It seemed as if the door wasn't even supposed to be there.
        "...Wait a sec..." Scout whispered to himself. He walked over to the end of the hall, where Spy's room was. He then counted all of the bedroom doors down the hall, and when he made it to the last door.
        "Nine...ten..." He counted, pointing at that one door. Scout had a confused look on his face. No wonder why the door seemed different from the rest, there was a tenth door, a tenth room. Why did the base need a tenth bedroom if there was only nine classes on their team. Scout scratched the back of his neck, confused more than ever. Then, something in him shook, a pain in his head, he gripped the side of his head, and groaned out.
        "F-fuck..." He hissed. He then looked at this door. This door. This door was stirring up something. There must be something behind this door, maybe the thing that Medic and Miss Pauling were keeping away from him. Scout gulped, as he put his hand on the door knob. Was there something really important behind this door? 
        "Hold it, son!" A voice of a familiar man called out. Scout turned his head, to see none other than the hard hat Engiee there. "That room is off limits, and only I am allowed in there,"
        Scout tried to turn the knob, but it wouldn't go any father.
        "Yeah, and it also happens to be locked," Engiee informed. 
        "No shit, Sherlock," Scout replied, taking his had away from the door. "Anyway, what's with the extra room here?"
        "Oh, well I asked for there to be a personal room for my inventions," Engiee said. "You know, so that I don't have to be sitting int eh garage all day,"
        "...But you love the garage," Scout replied. Engiee shrugged.
        "Well, it does get a little stuffy in there time after time," Engiee replied. "Now run along son, I gotta work out my gunslinger for tommorow, we wanna make sure we're in top shape for our first battle in a month,"
        "True," Scout said. "You gonna go all mini-sentry crazy on them?"
        "Hell yeah," Engiee replied. "Now, I got some fixing to do, so run along,"
        "Okay, okay I will," Scout said, feeling that Engiee was desperately trying to push him out. Scout then walked out of the hall, and over to the main room where all the other team mates were. Engiee sighed, as he then grabbed the key, and unlocked the door.
        "Heh, we wouldn't want Scout touching your books, Ace, now would we?" Engiee chuckled sadly to himself, as he then entered the room.