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Demo saw what was going to happen before he heard the german’s scream and smelled the cooking flesh, in that moment he knew he would never forgive himself.
Heavy sat by the hospital bed; for once it was a terror that fueled him and not anything else— he heard the doctors talking about burns of the third degree, amputations and nerve damage.
Soldier had rarely had experienced Medic pocketing for him; but always was healed at some point during battle, he hadn’t realized that Rocket jumping could be dangerous.
Pyro was ecstatic that Medic was back in the base, sure Medic still wasn’t being Medic but he’d be Medic again soon— though with how mopey Herbert was being it did scare them… maybe he needed some candy, but Medic was a doctor and didn’t like candy— unicorns it is!
Scout knew that Medic had been hurt… badly, no one was letting him see Medic since he’d come back to the base— he’d gone to the older man’s room anyways, Medic said it meant more than Jeremy thought; he realized how much when three days later Medic started his beloved work again.
Sniper had been the first to see Medic after he returned to work; it was sad how Medic stumbled around with the crutch, but clearly it wasn’t getting him down as the man was muttering about visiting Engineer for some prosthetics.
Engineer hadn’t been surprised when Medic came in like a hurricane, he’d been told a few weeks ago about Medic’s plans from the Sniper— to chop off his damaged leg and replace his missing arm and leg with prosthetics so he can battle again; almost exactly what they’d done years ago with Engineer’s hand.
Spy was under fire and half dead when suddenly the pain died away and he knew he was being healed, looking up he saw Medic; Engineer and the German in question had stuck a Medigun into the prosthetic arm— they called it Medical malpractice as the medigun didn’t fully work.