Vanilla ch. 11

Vanlla
ch. 11

Medic took a gasp as he respawned. It was never easy, but this time, he wanted to scream. But, he found himself unable, even though his mouth was open. He grabbed his throat, feeling a nasty scar, and whimpered. He found a corner of the respawn room, and curled up, not wanting to go back out onto the battlefeild. He pulled his knees up to his chin, closing his eyes and whimpering. He felt tears well up in his eyes, and did nothing to stop them from flowing.

He did not see the BLU Sniper as he respawned, clutching his head.

"Fuckin' brat... Damn, that hurt!" Sniper muttered, looking around for the Medic. He rushed over, kneeling down in front of the man.

"M-medic...? You okay...?"

He fell back when the Medic tackled him, burying his face in Sniper's shirt, still crying. Sniper held him, as the young man sobbed quietly.

"It's okay, Medic.... I'm right here, and I'll protect you..."

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Alfons grunted as he respawned, reaching back and rubbing where Gerald's knife went. He quickly looked around, and paniced when he didn't see the Spy. He ran out, spotting his Heavy holding a struggling Spy, Engie and Scout standing nearby, ready to shoot the French man if he escaped.

"Danke, Herr Heavy! Do not let zhat man go!" He stormed over to the Spy, grabbing the man by his baklava and forcing him to look into his eyes.

"Vhy did you do zhat to zhe BLU Medic?! Zhat was WAY beyond vhat you are authorized to do!" He yelled, his accent thicker due to anger.

"Wasn't he lovely? He was so pure, unscarred.... I painted a picture on a blank canvas, Alfons! I made him beautiful!" Spy's voice was whimsicle, like he wasn't exactly there. Alfons shook with anger, balling his fist up and punching the man in the face. Engie grabbed him before he could do it again, holding Alfons away from the Spy.

"Woah there, Doc! Punchin' the hell outta him ain't gonna get your answers!"

Alfons closed his eyes, trying to calm down. He smiled when the Announcer's voice rang out.

"You Lose!"

The small group didn't care, though. They were worried about the small Medic, and what to do with the Spy in Heavy's arms.

"Let's take him back to our base... Come, Herr Heavy..." Alfons said, leading the way.

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"Victory!"

The sudden announcement startled Medic, causing him to jump in Sniper's arms.

"Sshh... It's okay, Medic.... It's just the Announcer..." Sniper smoothed the man's black hair. The doors to respawn opened up, and the BLU Spy ran is.

"Sniper! Is Medic okay?"

"Yeah. He's shaken up, but fine physically..." He petted the man's head, gently rocking the medic as Spy came up and sat next to them.

"I am sorry, Medic. I should have investigated when I heard that man muttering to himself.... If I had, none of this would have happened to you.... Can you ever forgive me?"

Medic sat up and looked at the Spy. He wiped tears from his eyes and smiled, hugging the French man, nodding his head repeatedly. Gerald smiled sadly, hugging the young Medic back.

The Soldier came into the Respawn room, checking for any laggers.

"What is with all this mushy sissy crap?" The man barked, causing Medic to jump and attempt to burrow into Spy's coat.

"The RED Spy... He tortured our Medic and cut out his vocal chords, sir." Sniper explained. The soldier's hard face softened, and he removed his helmet, walking over to the Medic.

"You okay, Fritz?"

The Medic looked up, opening his mouth to respond. Nothing came out, not even a squeek.

"Zhe RED Medic said he would not be able to talk for a while... He was zhe one who found our Medic..." Spy explained, petting the Medic's hair.

"No talking, huh? That means you're a liablity during battle. No fighting for you, Fritz! Not until you can talk again! Understand me?"

Medic nodded, frowning. He felt useless.

"Now... Let's go talk to the REDs about their out-of-control Spy!" Soldier stood up, marching out of the room.

Spy stood up, picking Medic up with him. The man clung to Spy like he was a lifeline, not wanting to let go until Sniper stood up as well.