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“Does it hurt?” The engineer asked, nervously moving to support the frail Scout.
“Nah, I love bein’ impaled with wooden pikes- can’t feel a thing!” The scout replied sarcastically, before coughing up more blood onto the already crimson terrain.
“I get it-stupid question. Let’s just getcha to the doc then,” The engineer mumbled sheepishly, guiding the other man to the medic as quickly as he could manage. As soon as the Texan was close enough to the door, he kicked it.
“‘Mergency case, Doc! Open up!” He called.
“Verdamnit-” The medic growled, raising from his spot by his cluttered desk to open the door. “Vhat happened here?” He asked, quickly helping the engineer move their injured scout to his medical table.
As the engineer got the moaning boy comfy, the doctor quickly set up his medigun, immediately releasing the red stream of healing, well… healing stream. No one really knew if it was magic or science, not even the medic (although he’d never admit that).
The scout groaned, desperately trying to grab and pull the wood out of his chest, but his hands, slick with his own blood, couldn’t get the friction.
“Hey there, pardner, calm down-” The engineer murmured, trying to soothe the younger, but the doctor shook his head.
“Dell, I’m gonna need you to get ready to pull that thing out for him,” The medic ordered, his tired eyes bright with determination.
The engineer gulped, nodding before getting in the position to do so.
“On my count, Dell,” The medic instructed, turning up the power on his gun. “Three, two, one!”
And with that the engineer tugged out the bloody pike, falling backwards onto the floor with the force.
“AUUGH!” The scout screamed, flailing his fists in pain.
“Oh hush, don’t be such a baby,” The medic scolded, seizing his arms and securing them to the table with some impromptu bandage binds. “You’re getting in my vay,” He told the other sternly, beginning to get some rubbing alcohol and a needle and thread, whilst the medigun worked away at repairing the punctured lung and broken muscles. The medic watched, hand by the switch in order to turn it down when needed. As the lung and muscle finished repairing themselves, the medic turned the medigun off, eliciting an anguished moan from the scout.
“Hush, hush,” The medic shooshed, sterilizing the needle and thread before he leaned over the scout, beginning to sew his chest back together.
“It hurts, oh fuck it hurts, Doc!” The scout cried, his arms struggling against the binds.
“It vill be over soon, liebchen, stay with me now. You’re doing good. Good job, it’s nearly done,” The medic cooed, working quickly to seal the wound.
Once it was over the medic began sponging the quickly drying blood off of the younger’s body. Kennicky whined, panting at the strain his body had just gone through.
“Shh, liebchen, it’s over now. It’s finished. Good job, see? You’re clean. Calm down,” The medic soothed again. He pet his patient’s head, waiting for the other to calm down before he undid the binds.
After a few minutes of breathing and coming back to reality, Kennicky sat up, wincing a bit, before giving the medic a gentle hug.
“Thanks, Josef,” He sighed.
“Of course, Kennicky, but do tell me- how did you get such an injury on a ceasefire day?”
At this, the sheepish engineer in the corner winced. “‘T was my fault, doc. I was havin’ him install some cameras by the sniper towner ‘nd I called out to ask if he had enough wire and he got distracted and fell.”
“Oh, I see,” The medic began.
“It was fine, Dell- ya didn’t mean ta- ‘sides, it was a good question. I’m just the asshole who fell, haha.” Kennicky smiled, holding out his arms to the engineer for a hug.
“Ya ain’t an asshole, son,” Dell murmured, going over. He carefully hugged the scout and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Sorry ‘bout that, though, thanks fer tryin’ ta help me.” He sighed, nuzzling the other’s shoulder softly.
“Dell, it’s fine, really,” The scout smiled, patting the Texan’s back.
“Mrr, thanks, honey,” The Texan smiled gratefully, giving the scout a squeeze on the hand.
“Of course, Dell,” The other grinned back.
“Vill you be hanging the cameras up still today?” The doctor asked warily.
“No, probably not. Maybe I’ll get Lucas to help me out tomorrow though,” The engineer replied.
“I see, alright zhen. Be more careful next time, please. Now, if you both don’t mind, I have some business to attend to. And Kennicky? Take it easy today.
“Alright then, Doc,” The scout pouted, and the engineer and he left the room.