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Medic fell asleep sitting at his desk.
His head hit paperwork.
He did not notice.
The dream did not start gently.
It started with noise.
Laughter. Metal. Footsteps. Voices overlapping like broken radio signals.
BLU base.
But wrong.
Too bright. Too loud. Too alive.
Medic stood in the hallway.
He immediately saw Heavy.
Heavy was there, as always.
Massive. Calm. Real.
Medic’s chest tightened instantly with relief.
“Heavy.”
Heavy did not turn.
Medic blinked.
“Heavy?”
Still nothing.
Heavy was talking to Scout.
Laughing.
Not much. Not warmly. But still.
Scout was laughing like it mattered.
Like he mattered.
Medic felt something twist in his stomach.
He stepped forward.
“Heavy, I need you for a moment.”
No response.
Heavy kept talking to Scout.
Scout was stealing food from Heavy’s hand again.
Heavy shoved him away without looking.
Scout laughed harder.
Medic stopped.
That should have been normal.
This was normal.
But it felt wrong.
Because Heavy always noticed him.
At least a little.
At least when he was injured.
At least when he spoke.
“Heavy,” Medic said again, louder.
Nothing.
Heavy picked Scout up and moved him aside like a sack of flour.
Scout yelled something insulting.
Heavy ignored it.
Medic’s throat went dry.
He walked closer.
“Heavy, I am speaking to you.”
Still nothing.
Heavy turned away.
Walked right past him.
Did not even glance.
Medic froze.
Something inside him cracked immediately.
Not pain yet.
Confusion first.
Then heat.
Then panic.
“Heavy,” Medic called again.
Louder.
Too loud.
Heavy was now talking to Engineer.
Engineer.
Of all people.
Heavy leaned slightly to listen while Engineer explained something with his hands.
Heavy nodded.
Actually nodded.
Medic felt his breathing change.
That was not supposed to happen.
Engineer was fine.
Engineer was tolerated.
Engineer was a tool user.
Heavy did not care about Engineer.
Medic stepped closer.
“Excuse me.”
Nothing.
He reached out.
Touched Heavy’s arm.
Heavy shrugged him off instantly.
Not violently.
Not angrily.
Like brushing away dust.
Like Medic was nothing worth holding onto.
Medic staggered slightly.
His hand stayed in the air for a second too long.
Then dropped.
Heavy walked away.
Back toward Scout.
Back toward noise.
Back toward everything.
Not him.
Never him.
Medic followed.
“Heavy, please.”
No answer.
“Heavy, I require your attention.”
Still nothing.
He walked faster.
Almost running now.
The base stretched longer as he moved. Hallways repeating. Doors shifting farther away.
Heavy always just ahead.
Always out of reach.
“HEAVY!”
Finally louder.
His voice broke slightly.
Heavy stopped.
Medic’s chest lifted with hope so sharp it hurt.
Heavy turned.
Looked at Scout.
Not him.
Never him.
Medic felt something ugly rise in him.
He moved between them.
“Stop ignoring me.”
Heavy blinked.
Then stepped around him.
Like he was a chair in the way.
Medic’s breath hitched.
Something in his mind began to tilt.
This was wrong.
This was impossible.
Heavy always responded.
Even if it was annoyance.
Even if it was violence.
Even if it was dismissal.
There was always something.
Now there was nothing.
Medic grabbed Heavy’s sleeve.
Harder this time.
“Look at me.”
Heavy pulled away immediately.
Not even forcefully.
Just final.
No contact.
No acknowledgment.
Medic stood there shaking slightly.
Then he spoke again.
Smaller.
“Please.”
That word felt humiliating.
And yet he said it again.
“Please, Heavy.”
Heavy was now laughing with Scout again.
Not at him.
Through him.
Around him.
As if Medic was not part of the scene at all.
Medic’s breathing became uneven.
His heart was pounding too fast.
He stepped closer again.
Almost desperate now.
“Just for a moment. Just look at me.”
Heavy walked right past him.
Did not even adjust his path.
Walked through the space where Medic was standing like he was not real enough to avoid.
Medic froze.
Completely still.
Something in him finally shifted.
Not breaking.
Not yet.
Changing.
Because this feeling was not only pain.
It was attention denied.
Repeatedly.
Deliberately.
Endlessly.
And a part of Medic, deep and hidden and ugly, started to react to it.
To the absence.
To the refusal.
To being unseen.
He moved again.
Faster now.
“Heavy, I am here.”
No response.
“I am right here.”
Nothing.
“I am speaking to you.”
Still nothing.
Heavy finally sat down at a table with Engineer and Scout.
They were talking over him.
Laughing over him.
Using him like background noise.
Medic stood behind them.
Shaking slightly.
Then he leaned in.
Whispered.
“Heavy.”
No reaction.
Something in Medic’s stomach twisted sharply.
His face felt hot.
His pulse loud.
He whispered again.
“Please.”
And this time it came out weaker.
Not confident.
Not angry.
Something else.
Something worse.
Something wanting.
Heavy reached for Scout’s sandwich.
Took it.
Scout complained.
Heavy ignored him.
Medic made a small sound without meaning to.
Not words.
Just breath.
Broken.
Heavy did not turn.
Medic’s hand tightened at his side.
His nails pressing into his palm.
He whispered again, almost to himself now.
“Look at me.”
Nothing.
And that was when the feeling changed.
Not leaving.
Not fading.
Just turning.
Because if Heavy could ignore him so completely, then Medic had to work harder.
Had to matter more.
Had to become noticeable.
Had to force something.
Anything.
His chest felt tight.
His thoughts messy.
His body too warm.
The humiliation should have ended the dream.
It did not.
It deepened it.
Medic stepped closer again.
Almost trembling.
“Please notice me.”
Heavy stood up.
Finally.
Medic’s breath caught instantly.
Hope spiked.
Heavy walked past him again.
Straight through him.
No hesitation.
No glance.
Medic stood frozen.
Then slowly exhaled.
And instead of waking up.
Instead of escaping.
Something inside him sank into it.
Into the attentionlessness.
Into the rejection.
Into the need.
He whispered one last time.
Not loud.
Not strong.
“Heavy…”
No answer.
And Medic realized, with a strange clarity that felt both disgusting and intimate, that the worst part was not being ignored.
It was how badly he wanted to stop being ignored.
Even if it meant begging.
Even if it meant losing dignity.
Even if it meant becoming smaller.
More desperate.
More willing.
The dream did not end.
It just kept going without him.
And Medic stayed in it.