Blinding light forced his eyes open and his lungs filled with air involuntarily. Reality came rushing back to him too quickly, much too quickly, and before he knew it fire filled his throat as he emptied the contents of his stomach onto the tiled floor. His eyes quickly remembered how to see again as blotches of nothing rapidly gained shape and color. A distant, muffled noise pricked his ears and he focused on someone's face as they shoved something under his nose. The person spoke again and he was able to register words this time.

"Ya a'right there, mate? Been awhile since ya lost ya lunch like this!" A heavy Australian accent assaulted his ears, but he had no time to respond before his stomach twisted inside of him again and he retched bile into the bucket Sniper had grabbed for him. The very sick man made no effort to respond. He just discarded his red gloves now soaked with vomit and snapped on a fresh pair from the cabinet. "Wot had ya all worked up, Doc?" Sniper said, pulling the bolt out of his rifle and whipping a round in the chamber with one fluid motion.

Medic tried to ignore the horrible buzzing in the back of his head as his brain tried to form words that his numb lips didn't want to speak. "A sentry gutted me. Didn't even see ze nest." Medic mindlessly began shouldering on the heavy battery to the Medi-gun and he strapped it around his waist. He stood his gun on its end, pressed the lip of it against his face until it covered his mouth and nostrils and flicked the switch on low.

Pure, warm energy filled his entire body. The churning in his stomach slowly stopped, the awful buzzing in his skull ceased, and he allowed himself a small overdose, his muscles flexing and his heart beat quickening beneath his pristine white lab coat. A maniacal grin stretched across his face and Sniper frowned.

"That stuff's gonna kill ya one day, mate. That can't be good for ya." Medic shot him glance, but Sniper wasn't worth his time. "That bein' said, hit me up 'fore I head out," Medic rolled his eyes and cranked the Medi-gun on high and trained it on Sniper. A beam of brilliant red light swirled out of the end of the gun and surrounded Sniper, leaking into his skin, his eyes, his nose, his stupid grin. When Medic shut the machine off, Sniper jumped in the air and yelped. "I tell ya right there, mate that is better than any high I've eva gotten in my life!" The now jittery Sniper ran out of the respawn room whooping and throwing his hat in the air. Medic secured his Medi-gun to the battery and took a deep breath, bracing himself to rush back into the fray. He had another moment as a body appeared on the floor. Someone was in the process of respawning… respawning into Medic's vomit. He had the decency to slide the bucket closer to the unconscious person, still materializing. Medic ran outside.

He bolted out of the respawn room and down the dirt hill where the resupply station was. Everyone was at the last cap by now, but Medic was still careful. There might have been a BLU Engineer's nest holed up somewhere he couldn't see. He closed his eyes and listened for the beeping of any sentries. He couldn't hear anything, so he tensed his chest up and dashed out of the resupply room. Medic was very fast, second fastest on the team, with Scout leading by a long shot. No one could outrun the boisterous, cocky, selfish, youngest member of the team, but Medic could certainly get close. His rubber boots thundered on the dusty ground and he streaked away to another hiding point. He secured his Medi-gun to his belt and began fiddling with his weapon. He cursed in German as he realized he had forgotten to grab ammo on his mad dash out of the resupply room. He would have to find Engineer, and fast. For now he just slipped his gloved hand into the finger holes on his bone saw and slunk through the shadows until he could hear gunfire. His ears instantly blocked out the screams of the dying, rockets exploding, and fire belching from a Pyro's flamethrower. He was focused on one sound, and he heard it. It was close.

"Medic! Meeedic! Doc, c'mon, man! I'm dying here!" a very distinct voice was shouting, half in desperation, half in agony. Medic reeled around the corner and sprinted until he got to the source of the wailing. Scout was in bad shape when he got to him. "Oh thank God!" Scout's eyes closed in relief and he winced as he shifted his weight.

"Don't move, you'll only make zhings vorse," Medic said flatly as he knelt beside the boy. Scout uttered a low groan of pain. "Lie down," Medic instructed, and he supported the boy's head as he straightened out his rigid joints.

"Any chance your usin' the quick-fix today?" Scout said hopefully. Medic shook his head as he cut through Scout's shirt to see the damage.

"Vhat happened?" Medic asked. This was all just routine to him. Systematically he pulled a small red sewing kit from inside of his lab coat and popped it open, as he could already see Scout's mangled shoulder.

"Geez, what didn't happen?" Scout began, sucking air into his lungs. Medic shot him a warning glance.

"I don't need a life story about your heroics; just tell me about your injuries, Herr Scout." Medic waited impatiently, his steel gray eyes offering no sympathy. Scout's face fell in defeat. He grumbled something about bedside manner before he launched into a semi-life story.

"Well I was standin' there, cappin' the point, when all of a sudden I gotta stop an' tie my shoe. I'm a 'dummkopf', I know, before you tell me." Scout drew up his face in a tight disapproving frown and he mimicked Medic's accent when he said dummkopf, but Medic didn't even register the insult. He wanted Scout to continue with the story; due to the alarming rate blood was oozing out of his shoulder. "Anyway, I wasn't payin' attention and I got sniped. But I gotta tell ya, the BLU Sniper's piss-fumes must've been getting' to his head because he completely missed me! The chunk of lead when clean through my shoulder. The force of the blow knocked me into the water, and since it's kinda impossible to swim with one arm while the other is completely floppy, I started to drown. I'd drowned before, but I did NOT want to respawn today. So as the last of breath leaked out of my lungs, meathead pulled me outta the water, before he got sniped himself."

Medic cringed at the thought of his friend having to respawn, but the emotion flashed so briefly on his face that Scout didn't even recognize it. "I was too far away from Engie, so I came running to you, but I was pretty waterlogged, ya see? My legs didn't feel like working and my feet got all tingly, so I just kinda sat down here and waited for you or death, whoever found me first." Medic nodded curtly and began assessing the situation. The Medi-gun would take care of the shock and his lungs, which by the way he talked Medic could tell water had gotten into them. It was a wonder he was still alive; it must have been the last dredges of his enhanced heart that was still faithfully pumping blood through his small body.

Medic flicked a lighter on and began passing a needle through the flame. Scout screwed his eyes shut, imagining the pain to come. Medic worked quickly and efficiently, plunging the hot needle into Scout's shoulder and pulling the flesh taut. He showed nothing on his face but concentration, but Scout's painful whimpers were forcing the corners of his mouth upward.

"I need to flip you over…it vill be no problem, but razer…unceremonious." Medic allowed himself to grin as he found the appropriate word. Scout just glared at him and said nothing. Medic picked Scout up like a ragdoll, no problem for him. Medic's back was extremely strong from the constant carrying of the cumbersome battery to his field Medi-gun. He pressed the smaller man to his broad chest and eased him down onto the ground. Scout's face was red from embarrassment and he pouted as Medic cleaned the area around the entrance wound.

"Yenno I didn't choose to be this small," Scout said defensively. "God just felt like havin' a good laugh when he mixed my genetics together or somethin'. It's not like you have a right to judge anybody though," Scout felt the need to add. Medic's face hardened at this remark, though usually insults flew right over his head. He angrily jabbed the needle into Scout's torn flesh and Scout cursed, twisting around to face the doctor. "Dat HOIT!" Medic pushed his face into the dirt with a large hand, which only caused Scout to squirm under the needle even more. Medic finished the second part rather messily, but it was the best he could do with Scout's moving and cussing.

"Now, are you ready for ze gut part?" Medic grinned and Scout grinned back, their miniscule scuffle immediately forgotten.

"I'm always ready!" Scout struggled to his feet and opened his arms, ready to accept the healing rays. Medic cranked it up all the way and hit Scout with the beam of red light. The effect was instantaneous. Scout's flushed face and bloodshot eyes perked up immediately, and the skin around his shoulder wound tightened, pulling at the stiches until they were secure. It also dried off his soaked clothing, and he couldn't help but laugh joyously as all of his aches and pain were washed away by the warm, soothing light. Some of the beam always leaked away from the main point of focus and fueled Medic as well. He felt energy coursing through his veins as adrenaline began rushing through him at an incredible rate. As soon as Scout was able to run again, he took off, a red blur leaving dust in his trail, with Medic pounding after him.

A/N...Hello. :3 This is my first story on here so...let me know if I do anything wrong...