Medicine | A Medic + Team Fortress Two Fanfiction

April 7th, 1969.

The Administrator won't tell you her plan.

Her exact plan, that is.

I misstepped. There was another table, perhaps one of those small rolling ones used in surgery. Fuck. Medical equipment shot across the floor, rattling against the metal surfaces and the linoleum. Fuck.

There was a deafening moment of stillness and silence. The door swung open; light flooding the room. I ducked and pressed myself against the table, right foot parallel against the wall, holding myself still as I tried not to shake. I didn't see anything, but I saw a long, wide shadow, stalking closer and closer, boots squeaking across the floor. He stopped suddenly, his shadow moving back, seemingly, in the opposite direction from me.

There was another moment of complete stillness. Utter quiet. Not even my breath could be heard, perhaps I was holding it, if he was even still standing in the room completely escaped me. My breath slowly returned, I felt close to fainting without even realising it; my pulse was painstakingly slow. There was a dreadful, growing silence. His shadow disappeared. My heart was pounding; suddenly there was a form beside me. Hardly even a moment of struggle; before a syringe went straight into my neck, stinging hard as I screamed. A large hand moved and covered my mouth, half my face, nearly, as I squirmed away from his grip.

I heard him tisk, clicking his tongue playfully just before the world slowly dimmed out; cold and bleak.