Run Away [TF2XREADER]

Chapter 56- Medic

Day 1:

Medic had finished operating, but he couldn't help but feel the need to keep his eyes on you. He wanted to busy himself with something, primarily something that would help speed up your recovery, but there was nothing else he could do. You were healing, your mind was active, and the medigun' s beam was connected to your belly. So he just stood and waited. He didn't know what would come of this constant watch; his gaze was expectant and he knew it. But expectant of what? It's not like him staring at you would get you to wake up faster.

He heard Soldier's booming voice from behind him yell. "Where is the enemy!?" Medic jumped from his spot at the operating table. Soldier scanned his surroundings as Medic made his way over. Demo was next to him, Heavy and Scout within cots near him. Demo seemed to be stirring in his sleep, possibly about to awake. "I'm happy to see jou're awake, Soldier. But I need jou to leave." Medic picked the man up by the arm. "Now." Medic was grumpy to have been interrupted, even if the only thing Soldier had interrupted were the doctors own thoughts. Soldier swiped his arm away from the man. "What the hell is going on?! Why are these men injured-" Soldier then seemed to recall something. He stopped, his tone no longer angry but serious. "Where is the cupcake." Medic sighed, not excited to have to deliver the news to everyone. A part of him wanted to tell everyone that you were alive, and that you would be okay. But he knew very well that there was an extremely high chance that you would simply die again. Medic didn't want to give them that hope, so he'd fake your death. "I'm sorry, Soldier. They died in battle." Soldier's eyes widened from underneath the helmet. "...What? No- they're a winner! A born and bred soldier!" There was shuffling heard behind Soldier, Demo going to sit up in his cot. "Please tell me I heard ye wrong, doc." Medic shook his head. "Nein, I'm afraid not.

"Y/n is dead."

Soldier frowned. "That's impossible! Malarkey! Horse crap! Come on, Demo, let's get away from this lying doctor!" Soldier grabbed Demo by the arm, not paying attention to his friend's upturned brows and depressed eye. Soldier pulled the man with all his weight, practically dragging the two of them out the medbay. Medic sighed, looking to the two remaining mercenaries that lay unconscious in their own cots. For some reason, a part of him hurt to lie to Soldier. It was odd, feeling upset at having to lie. He'd done it before. He'd done it plenty of times. Why would he care now? His expression hardened as he turned away from the cots, hands folded behind his back as he headed back over to your body. The color was very slow to return, and your body was still extremely cold. Medic had taken care to have changed you out of your dirtied, bloodied, and torn clothes, having replaced them with a hospital gown. He rarely used them, but for once he felt like it would be a good idea to allow a patient some decency. Also because he didn't want to have to deal with the discomfort of what had happened with Sniper after he was revived. The man was so desperate to escape, he left the operating room without any concern for his fresh stitches. He hoped that you'd be at least a bit more sensible than him when you awoke. Medic stopped himself. If you awoke, he corrected himself. He would not allow the foolish hope to get to him. Why would it? You were just one more patient. One more experiment. One more fascination.

Why did it feel different when seeing you this way?

Day 2:

Medic had gotten little sleep, the need to watch over you as you rested plaguing him and unrelenting. He stood over you, knees starting to become a little weak from doing so. I'm going to need a chair soon, he thought.

Medic perked up upon hearing the sound of gagging and coughing from behind him. He turned around, watching Scout fumbling and trying to pull the tubs from his mouth and nose, causing him to trip. Medic groaned, rushing in and yelling at Scout to stop moving. "Dummkopf, stop moving! Jou're going to injure jourself!" Scout looked as if wanted to make a snarky remark, but was too busy gagging and coughing. He slowed somewhat, sitting back up on the cot with a wince as Medic unscrewed a tube, before ripping them all out of Scout's throat. Scout heaved and coughed in reaction, tossing a glare at the doctor as he rubbed his throat and caught his breath. "What the hell man?! What-" He took a look around him, spotting Heavy in a cot near him. He stopped, remembering what had happened. "What the hell happened?! Is y/n okay?! Never mind- what am I saying, they're not here so they've gotta be okay." The doctor grimaced, disliking how much hope and faith the boy had for the child. "Actually..." Scout narrowed his eyes at the man, brows downturned in irritation. "What?" Medic was beginning to hate this.