Run Away [TF2XREADER]

Chapter 48- Surgery

Medic's legs beat against the cold tile floors, his boots connecting with the hard surface, a loud "thump" resonating with every step he took. He held you in his arms, gripping you close as he sprinted toward the medbay.

You were already so, so cold.

He rammed through the doors of the medbay, setting your limp body onto the operating table ever so carefully. He inserted one tube after another, turning on the medigun to try and reduce the damage somewhat. It didn't do much, though, since you were already dead. He rushed into the open freezer, piling one pack of flesh after another jar of organs. Holding onto as much as he could, he rushed around the room in a flurry, his mind going a million miles a second as he formulated a plan to bring you back, and what he'd need to do so. Zhis vill be one hell of a medical procedure. He scowled, hurrying back to see Archimedes perched right above you, looking down at you and cooing sadly. "I know, Archimedes, I know. I vill do everyzhing I can." He set down his materials, taking out the tools necessary. "I promise."

He inspected your body, looking over what you were missing. There was a large, charred hole through the center of your abdomen, the two pieces of flesh that connected your torso and legs just barely holding together. Due to the fact it was a burn wound, there wasn't too much bleeding, but you had still lost a lot of blood due to all of it being incinerated. He'd need a new spine, flesh, blood, stomach, sections of your intestines, kidneys, and a decent amount more. He hoped he had enough animal and human parts stored away, for he'd need all of it and more for his plan to work. He began by stripping away some of the charred skin and meat, disinfecting it so that when he attached the new parts, it was less likely to be rejected by your body. He worked from the bottom up, stitching on new skin to your back. Soon enough, Engineer had arrived, and Medic immediately demanded of him to create a mechanical spine. Medic was low on spines, and all of the ones he had simply would not work. He couldn't make do with an unfit spine even if he wanted to. Engineer immediately went to work, hurrying but making sure not to rush things too much. This was going to be your spine, after all. When he came back to give Medic the spine, he got the chance to get a good look at your corpse, lying there cold and dead, lacking in that usual flush of warmth and color. He hated it so much and felt like he was going to be sick or collapse- or both. Even with the sweat on his brow and the pit in his stomach, he handed Medic the spine, allowing the doctor to get to work. It took him a second, but Engineer finally found it within himself to take that step backward, and leave the medbay.

It was a long night for him, after that.

Medic had prepped your body for the mechanical spine as Engineer had worked on it, shaving away some parts and adding on some new ones. When he got to hold the spine, he held it in his hands delicately before propping it into place, shoving it between the two sections of your spine he had lined up to connect. He then moved on to your organs, delicately placing the important parts of multiple different types of animals; of which were mainly mammals. He stitched it all together, taking care to be precise as he did so. When he did, he made sure to leave a slit down the center where your spine was, so that the spine could connect to the exoskeletal piece that had been made to help with the structure of your new torso. It took an eternity, but finally, the organs were in place. Next was to add the blood. Luckily for him, that was the one thing he had a surplus of. He dumped it in, taking care not to spill too much, as that would take longer to clean. But when he did, he noticed something peculiar. There was an anomaly that appeared when the blood made contact with your flesh. He tried flushing it out, cleaning it, and using different blood, but to no avail. He took a closer look at the anomaly, testing it to find it was a man-made virus that had been injected into your body before your death. The more he learned about this virus, the more concerned he became. With this virus in your system, you would have died within hours anyway, in an extremely painful and gruesome manner. He was going to remove it- he wanted to. But it just wouldn't separate itself from you, even though you were already dead. The only way to kill it would be to leave you dead, and he couldn't allow that. So, he settled for the middle-ground.

He'd build your body up in a way it could survive the virus, and outlive it even as it destroyed you.

He worried about the side effects this could cause, but the more he worked, he found the physical features and add-ons your likely biological engineering that had come with your failsafe ended up helping a lot in his work. It took a lot longer than he ever imagined, but he made it work. Once he was finished with that section of your system, he laid a piece of flesh on top of the wound, stitching it together tightly. He connected some areas of the stitches up and down, as a way to support the previous stitches that were made along with the separate types of flesh trying to hold themselves together. He took out a pale red gel, slathering it all across your stomach. Once he felt your body could handle it, and the initial gel was dry, he held you up and did the same with your back. As soon as he could, he flipped you back over so that you rested face up, your eyes still open. He hated having to look at your wide and empty eyes, so he leaned over and closed them. You looked oddly peaceful. He attached a tube that went into your heart, making it pump to get your blood flowing, and the parts working.

Now all he could do was clean you up, and wait as the organs and the multiple other additions he had sewed into your body do their work. He washed the blood off your face, inspecting your body to see you had also been shot multiple times, along with the fact that your arm was broken. The arm wasn't much of a surprise, but the bullets were, being that he knew the mercenary they had all fought didn't have any guns with actual bullets. So, that meant you had fought someone else before everything went down. This brought him to furrow his brows and let out an angry huff as he went to work, removing all of the bullets he found and cleaning up the wounds they left behind. You were spotless, not a speck of blood left behind as you still laid there, lifeless. Medic went ahead and checked the needles that went into your arms, adding to the new bags of blood, saline, and pain killers to help your body when you came back. You hadn't yet, but he knew you would. You had to.

Hours had passed. He had added plugs to your head a while back, checking them every minute to see if you had any activity in your brain. His leg bounced up and down as he sat, watching the screen anxiously as he thought that maybe he was wrong. Maybe he messed up. Maybe you were gone for good, and there were things out there he couldn't fix. But then, something spiked. He shot up, looking the screen up and down and watching it as the action continued to grow, brain waves spiking up and down in a storm. He grinned, laughing and shooting up with glee. "I did it! Mein gott- I DID IT!" He held Archimedes, celebrating with him as he laughed. He felt a wetness on his cheeks, his vision going blurry as he stopped. "...Vhat?" He let Archimedes go, bringing a hand to his face.

Tears.

He looked to the drop of water on his fingertip, shocked. He hadn't cried in years. But seeing them now- feeling them- it was odd. He let out a breathy laugh, sniffling. "Oh, how jou haff changed me, y/n." He wiped the tears away, only for more to come and replace them. They were tears of relief, sure, but there was still a little sorrow in them at the fact that he had lost you in the first place. He sat, allowing himself to relax somewhat. "24 hours. Zhat's twice as long as it took to get herr Sniper back. Heh." He let out a breath of air.

At that point, he should have taken a break, but he was a workaholic. And he did have work that needed to be done. He went on to fix the men who had been injured during the intrusion, that being Heavy, Scout, Soldier, and Demo. It was easy fixing them all up, in comparison to what he had to do with you. Heavy's state was a bit worse than the rest, his brain and body looking as if it should have died, but simply didn't. Scout was easily dealt with, being that all he had in his lungs were some simplistic not-so-fun coughing gas. It's not an official patent, but it's similar to laughing gas, as it makes you pass out, but if it isn't dealt with, can ruin your lungs forever, and make you go into coughing fits whenever you use them too harshly. To put it simply, it gave you extreme asthma. Medic didn't allow that to happen, though. Soldier had broken ribs, a fractured spine, and a concussion, but it wasn't anything that hadn't happened to him before. Demo had bullet wounds ridden across his body, some stab wounds, and a few burns that were likely due to an explosion. But once he was finished with his fellow mercenaries' wounds, there was nothing else he could do.

He could do nothing but wait for you to awaken.

Who would have known it would have taken just over a week before you finally did.

To most, this one week would be short- it could even be counted as no time at all. But with the amount of anxiousness and fear that came with the waiting, and the possibility you simply might not wake up- it scared him. It scared all of them.

Each one of the mercenaries grieved for you, this possibility, and what had happened in their own ways.