Run Away [TF2XREADER]

Chapter 51- Engineer

Day 1:

You had just died. Almost immediately after you had, the last one of the enemy mercenaries were rounded up, and thrown into one of the interrogation room cells. None of them knew what'd they'd be doing with her, but they were sure that letting her live for too long wasn't a good idea. After capturing the woman, Engie bee-lined for the medbay, seeking you out to find Medic leaned over you, jars and packs of all kinds of substances and body parts. Before Engineer could even get a word in, Medic immediately sent him off to make a spine that would fit you. Engineer nodded and immediately set off to work, knowing if he didnt, you would likely be a goner for good. And he sure as hell didn't want that. As much as he was usually against Medic doing his business the way he did, and would usually want him to let the dead rest, this felt different. This death wasn't supposed to be your end. Not like that.

Engineer worked on a mechanical spine- one that had vertebrae that could be taken apart and added on, in case the sizing was wrong. He made it into more of an exoskeleton for the extra support, but also because it took less time to make. He rushed back into the medbay once he was finished, handing the spine components to Medic. The doctor would know what to do with it. When he came over to give Medic the spine, he got the chance to get a good look at your corpse, lying there dead and cold and pale. He hated it so much, and felt sick- or even as if he were going to have a panic attack. Even with the sweat on his brow and the pit in his stomach, he handed Medic the spine, allowing him to go to work. It took him a second, but Engineer finally found it within himself to move, and leave the medbay.

It was a long night for him, after that.

Day 2:

A lot of things weighed on him. Medic had told him not to tell the rest of the mercenaries that you were alive, in case your body rejected the organs and blood given to you and you died for good. He didn't want to give them hope, that was what he had said. Engineer hated having to lie about such a thing, but he understood Medic's reasoning, and kept quiet. It was pretty easy not to tell anyone, since no one really knew he had even met with the doctor in the first place. But the chances of you living were extremely low, and this fact haunted him. He needed to distract himself. So, into the garage he went, off to work on one of his many projects. There were many to choose from, but he couldn't find it within himself wanting to work on any of them, so he went with the simplest one, which was redesigning a computer and desktop for himself. He put himself to work, putting contraptions together and building it up. The toughest part was the motherboard, which was the thing he was taking the most time on. He placed the board on the workbench in front of him, getting to work on programming and molding the parts together. But the moment he got to any point he had to use his brain, he felt sluggish. He was slow, and really didn't want to work at the moment. But it was either think about other work, or think about other things, which would end up thinking of your cold, lifeless body on the operating table. So, even if he was messing up in ways he usually wouldn't, he worked. He worked the day away, testing, rebuilding, and retesting again and again. If things were different, he would have likely finished the motherboard that night. But, being his current state of mind, he just made it so that he was further away from the finishing line than where he had started.

Letting out a frustrated groan, he cast the motherboard to the side, realizing the time. It was 12:48 am. He let out a huff, grabbing a beer from the garage's fridge. If he couldn't distract himself with one method, then he'd use another.

Day 3:

Engineer awoke the next morning slumped over his workbench. There was a blanket wrapped around him, from whom he didn't know. He suspected Pyro, but he couldn't be entirely sure. The man was just upset at himself for immediately thinking that you have been the one to do it, then only to realize and remember that you were currently in a state in which you could not do that. Engineer shrugged the blanket off, heading for the kitchen. It was later on in the day, so he made himself a quick meal before heading back to his workbench, eating as he attempted to work. He didn't get very far in his meal, picking at it every so often but stopping once it got cold. Pyro showed up multiple times a day, trying to make conversation only to be ignored by the man. Pyro seemed a little saddened by the fact, but still stuck around the Engie for company.