OneThousandPounds
"Doc, can I ask you somethin'?"
It was unusual for the scout to pay a visit the medic, especially at seven o'clock in the morning, but he could easily see why: the young man had come to him as pale as a ghost, looking around nervously even while the doctor began his examination. He was, as the medic expected, in perfect health, and calmly explained to him that it was likely a case of nerves. There had been a long pause before scout asked his question.
"Vhat can I do for you?"
"You any good with dreams, doc?" He paused again, the medic looking at him helplessly, "You know, lookin' at a guys thoughts. Like that guy, uh…" Scout scratched his head. "Freud?" medic offered. Scout nodded vigorously, "Yeah, yeah. Him." Medic chuckled, "Zat is not mein area of expertise, you know, but I vill try, if it means you vill fight at your best, today." He shrugged, and the scout seemed satisfied with the older man's willingness to help. "I've been havin' real bad nightmares, doc; not like showin' up naked at the capture point or somethin' stupid, but really bad shit; People dyin', and not like they die here but bein' killed like no one should." The scout seemed to shudder just thinking about it, and the medic frowned with concern. He had no love for the loud and irritating youth, but had no real reason to resent him. New though he was to the team, and inexperienced as well, he did his part. For this reason, it pained him to see the boy in such awful spirits: it was a problem he did not have the expertise to efficiently solve, and he was immediately reminded of the days before his medi-gun. Could he hope for a similar, easy solution to this? Chronic nightmares and paranoia were a very different beast from a severed arm or shattered ribcage.
"Perhaps, mein friend, you are not yet used to all of ze bloodshed," medic said, not sounding entirely sure of his own answer. Scout, as he should've predicted, took it the wrong way, glowering indignantly at the older man, "You sayin' I'm some kinda pussy, doc? I'm just as tough as you guys, maybe even tougher, yeah? So don't start-" The medic cut him off, "Nein, nein, calm down. I am only sayink zat ze mind does not so quickly get used to all ze hurting. Ze nightmares vill fade soon, kamerad." Scout moved to get off of the examination table, looking around the small infirmary distantly, "Guess you're right, doc," he murmured, starting toward the exit, "Seeya in a couple hours." Medic nodded, sighing as the boy stepped out, "Ja. See you."