The classical piece in the background of the infirmary reached a peak and Spy stopped what she was doing for a second to move her arms in time with the music, faux-conductor like. Medic watched in the background, grinning wildly as she prepared another set of needles. Not anaesthetics, no, you didn't need those while you were operating on the enemy. Spy danced around in a little circle again, swaying in time to the temperamental music and the BLU Scout's screams. They'd captured the Scout that day during battle and decided on a little experiment. It was usually against the team's ethics not to torture the people they captured, but this was a different matter altogether.
Medic approached the gurney, wielding a syringe with a dangerous smirk on her face. Scout was too busy screaming and thrashing in the straps that bound him to the cold steel. Spy had already removed his skin from most of his body and was stemming the bleeding from the cuts that had gone too deeply. Medic plunged the syringe into the vein of Scout's arm and depressed the plunger, injecting the clear fluid into his bloodstream. His screams got louder and louder before silencing completely. Medic grinned.
"Gut, gut. It works zho far." She laughed, taking a second syringe- one that was full of a red liquid this time- and injecting the liquid again.
The paralyzed Scout once again began thrashing as the missing skin began visibly healing, leaving a unscarred, fresh layer of skin. Medic clapped her hands happily, while Spy laughed and changed the CD in the player. Scout's screaming had been reduced to near inaudible whimpers, and the thrashing had ceased entirely.
"Good boy for a BLU, isn't he?" Spy giggled, leaning against the table that he was strapped on and brushed a stray strand of bi-coloured hair out of her eyes.
Medic nodded her agreement and pulled up a chair to sit on. "He is, now we just have to see if there are any side effects to the serum."
"It doesn't matter if there are right now after all; it's only a BLU Scout." Spy shrugged and sat on the gurney, ignoring the blood seeping into her trouser legs.
The RED Medic laughed and nodded again, "We can always catch him again after all!"