Vanilla ch. 8

Vanilla
ch. 8

"H-he cut me!"

"I see that, pardner. Now, sit still so I can make sure ya don't need to go see Doc!"

The RED Engineer was getting rather annoyed at the RED Spy. The Frenchman was muttering about being cut, with a wild grin on his face. He REALLY didn't like the way the man was rambling on.

"He cut me! Th-that means.... THAT MEANS!"

His outburst caused the Texan to jump in surprise.

"That means what, pardner?"

Spy turned to the Engie, a feral grin on his face. The look in the man's eyes scared the builder to the core, and he regretted even asking.

"That Medic loves me...."

The words were barely a whisper, but Engie heard them.

"I... Don't think that's what it means, Spah..." Engie backed off, letting the man put the jacket back on. He couldn't help but notice the man didn't wince, but looked blissful when moving the sliced-open shoulder.

Spy swung his neck to stare at the Texan, his eyes cold and dark.

"What... Did you say? OF COURSE IT MEANS HE LOVES ME! AER YOU BLIND?!" Spy stood up, grabbing his knife and storming off.

"H-hey wait! Yer gonna need t' go see our Medic 'bout that shoulder!"

Engie's words fell on deaf ears, as Spy stormed onto the battlefeild, grumbling about Medics.

"I dunno what he was talking 'bout, but it can't be good..." Engie muttered.

Luckily, their own Scout ran up, grabbing more ammo for his scattergun.

"H-hey, boy! Do me a favor?"

"What is it, hardhat? Whatcha need?"

"Go warn our Medic, that our Spy's walking around with a busted shoulder, muttering something about Medics..."

The boy gave a mock salute, running off to find their own Medic. "Sure thing, Hardhat! Thanks for the ammo!"