The blood spatter on his uniform made her want to cradle him, knowing what trouble they had seen together, but she knew this was a time for business. Her needs had to wait as long as his were being met. He stayed quiet and kept his concentration on the enemy. We have made a great pair, electric when crossing paths, and relying on each other equally. She smiled a little bit at the delusional fantasy. She knew she could step away and he would handle his own. She actually needed him more than he would ever find her useful. Many times he had personally escorted her to her own helpline, actively showing her he cared, or taking pity on her and not being able to trust her to take care of herself. Her heart skipped whenever he called, "Medic!" He needs me! I need him... The whole team needed her but that was easy for her to push aside like the entire server was just the two of them. While she was healing others her eyes would eagerly search for his name in the crowd just to make sure he was OK. There was something about him that held her gaze. Maybe it was the gruff way he said, "Come here, sweetheart," that made her skin tingle. Anytime a new domination came about when they were together just affirmed her admiration even more. She longed to take him alone into the backyard, remove his helmet, and get a good look at his eyes. She was sure there was more pain behind that rocket launcher than her medi-gun could reach. A few soft caresses of her hand across his face wouldn't solve anything but it would make her feel more connected to him than any beam of healing could manage. Temptaion makes for impatient impulses.
"Aww, am I too violent for you, Cupcake?"
She shook her head to clear the blurred distraction as blood rained down around them, accidentally freeing some of her long black hair from its ribbon. SNAP OUT OF IT! She could feel the heat from the red thickness drip down the loose strands and start to stick to her face. She side-stepped over a few chunks of ribcage and kept at a distance behind him. This is no time to daydream or you will get yourself killed and let him down. Everyone would be at a disadvantage just because you want to slowly slide your hands down his chest and wrap your arms around him. FOCUS! I am prepared to do whatever it takes! Count backwards from three! He has already told you he is ablaze with passion for war, not his medic! Three, two, one... She made herself shiver and choked on the last number.
"Charge is ready!"
"Find a Demo to take down the sentries." When she heard him speak she expected a God-like echo to follow. She thought that if gold had a voice this is what it would've sounded like. She pushed her glasses up and wiped away some of the dried gore that had smeared and crusted on her cheek.
"Yes, sir!" She does as she is told and cowers away from him and the certain authority he had over her. He must know she wanted him - she chose him for this and was being rejected at such an inopportune time! Medic rushed past the chicken wire alone, scanning every available inch of the map her blue eyes could take-in for anyone else, especially the Demo she was instructed to find.
She trusted this soldier. He would know best, right?
Her fantasy of being needed had been crushed just as quickly as her skull fragments when she met the sniper's bullet running out of the doorway. The ground felt warm and wet. Nobody was there to save her. No one.