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Vanilla ch. 13Vanilla
The next few weeks were quiet. The Soldiers agreed to put fighting on hold, seeing as how it was unfair to the BLUs to fight when they have no Medic in fighting condition(which shocked EVERYONE). The young Medic frequently took trips over to RED Base to have sessions with Alfons, to try to regain his voice. Things were going slow, and the younger Medic often resorted to tugging on clothing to get the attention of anyone he wanted.
"You have to talk sometime, Dieter..."
Dieter was sitting outside, legs over a cliff, with the BLU Spy, Gerald, and RED Medic, Alfons. The young Medic looked sadly at the Spy, opening his mouth to say something. Of course, nothing came out.
"He vill talk, vhen he is able, Gerald. Give him a break..." Alfons said, ruffling the younger Medic's hair.
They sat in silence for a bit, before Alfons spoke up again.
"Deiter.... If... Gerlad und I vere to run avay.... Vould you come vizh us...?"
The blond German never looked at Dieter, so he missed the m
Vanilla ch. 12Vanilla
The meeting was loud. The two Soldiers, Medics, RED Scout, BLU Sniper and Spy met up, where each told what they saw. Alfons and Scout alone convinced the RED Soldier that it was true.
The two Soldiers looked sick, and examined the scars on the BLU Medic.
"Poor guy... You feelin' okay?" RED Soldier said, patting the younger Medic on the head. The young German nodded, smiling softly.
"Vhat are we to do vizh zhe RED Spy? He is clearly unfit to be serving vizh us, if he does zhis to Herr Medic..." RED Medic said, taking his own look at the younger man. He ruffled the man's black hair, pushing him gently to his own team.
"'S not like we can beat him or nothin'.... Th' sicko'd enjoy that!" Scout chirrped up.
"We could.... Lock him up. Bozh bases have cells, do zhey not?" The BLU Spy said, lazily smoking a cigarette. His eyes darted over to the RED Medic, and turned sad when the blond looked his way.
The two Soldiers huddled and talked, then nodded.
"We'll keep him in our base.
Letters To Coldfront 3Letters to Coldfront
Dieter looked around the camper van. It was well after midnight, telling him that he'd slept the day away. He rubbed his throat, feeling the scar left behind after the incident the other day, and let out a silent wimper. He crawled over to the sleeping Sniper and curled up, noticing an envelope on the desk nearby. He reached over and grabbed it, turning on the lamp next to him. He gasped silently, finding it from his Medic friend over in Coldfront. He quickly opened it, a smile on his face, and read it over. He grabbed the yellow notepad he'd used to communicate with Sniper, and started writing.
I am sorry zhis is late. Zhings.... Happened. Zhe RED Spy.... He is a very sick man, Herr Engel! He found me after I vas resting from healing Herr Soldier. Zhe zhings he did to me.... Zhey shocked Herr Alfons, zhe RED Medic. Zhey.... Had to send me to respawn, or zhe vounds vould have.... Been perminant. I have scars now, all over mein chest and stomach, u
Vanilla ch. 11Vanlla
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..."
Alfons grunted as he respawned, reaching back and rubbing where Gerald's knife went. He
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