It seemed like any other day on Lushbowl. RED was holding off BLU's great offense, with its better defense. He smelled the cool, fresh rain being tainted by the blood that clogged the air. He coughed a little before releasing the opaque stream of healing a large Russian man. His bald heavy showed his sweat and rain mixing together. The Medic smiled lightly, knowing another team member needed him but he knew this was where he belonged. The Medic sighed lightly before cracking his shoulders and following the large, slow man to where ever he believed there to be an enemy. He quietly mused in my head hearing the sweet sounds of agony and murder surrounded me.
"Don't mind if I come in, unannounced!" He heard a near by Spy say in a heavy French accent. The Medic put his guard up; unsure if that Spy was on RED or BLU. His eyes narrowed and looked around himself as he turned around gazing quickly for a Spy. He didn't see anything through the severe rain. He cursed lightly just thinking how much worse the situation could be if it wasn't their Spy. The Medic shivered lightly pulling up his water soaked gloves up to my mid-arm once more. Suddenly he felt some thing stab his side, in shear instinct the Medic knew to release his über-charge.
The large Russian man turned and saw the Sniper with his BLU dot on his Medic. "Doktor! Get behind." The Medic followed just as the man commanded him to. Pain flooded his every nerve; he knew he had been hit with someone that had a bleed effect. The man kneeled down hoping his health regeneration would outweigh the blood effect like always. But something wasn't right. He looked down at his left-side, it oozed with so much blood. The Medic started panting, afraid if he didn't get oxygen into his lungs; he would die. His eyes became half lidded as he dropped his Medic gun and backpack of his shoulders. He knew his Pocket Heavy had heard it. A loud thud followed as he felt the Heavy man's arms slowly pick him up, "Doktor?" The Medic could barely make a word. The Heavy knew his Medic's smaller body couldn't take as much damage as his large one. He slowly leaned his doctor on his side and helped him slowly limp walk toward spawn.
Another Medic stayed behind to buff everyone as they left spawn. He carefully made sure no one left without a 150% Health buff. He turned his eyes to the spawn door opening and revealing a heavily injured comrade and a Heavy; both without their class weapons. The Medic went quickly into action leaving his healing beam on his fellow Medic. He growled in frustration unsure of why it was taking so long to heal the Medic. "Go… Heavy… go vork vth ze otherz." The other Medic said the Heavy. The Heavy stared at his Pocket Medic, grabbing a RED Medic doll the adorned his chest. Such memories from the doll flashed into his head, "No. I no go." He said, "I stay with doctor." He said stubbornly. The other Medic growled but allowed the male Heavy to stay to watch his Pocket slowly, but surely heal.