A/N: I absolutely know nothing about team fortress two except from meet the videos and the inspiration vid which is the inspiration of this fic: bad medicine, so apologies if there are any flaw up ahead.
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"mmmmmphhhaaaa-" the masked screams of pyro were the last thing to enter medic's ears before the impact. Everything went blank after the explosion.
Hands shaken.
Eyes blurring.
Feet crumbling.
No more cooing.
"ar- Archimedes?..." the truth was in front of him, covered by blood from a metal shrapnel right through its chest. The medic, still in a state of half awareness, panicked. He knew his feathered friend's anatomy more than of man, his mind emitting the impact of Archimedes' death like wildfire yet his heart and soul failed to comprehend; he hysterically scavenging the rubble around for forceps…. Scalpel …anything.
"ARCHIMEDES, ZUST S-ZTAY WIZ ME! I WILL- I-" another shell bombed the area merely feet in front of the crazed man. Scout was fleeing like a headless chicken "GET OUTTA THERE MAN!" But the poor medic paid no heed, he grabbed the little pigeon as if it was his newborn child soothing and patting on the petit corpse.
"If you cant ztay with me, I will go wiz you… togezer we go…"
And the bomb fell.