Had it been a better day Scout would've been running and laughing with his BLU comrades, Instead of doing something fun he was kneeling over a toilet bowl that smelled to strongly of a grape scented cleaner.
His stomach was a mess and his moods were changing with every second. First he was sad, than angry, than happy than sad all over again.
Medic had looked him over with a crazed smile and simply told him to stay at the base during the ceasefire. Had his stomach allowed him he would have argued until he couldn't breathe. Perhaps Medic was thankful for the sickness nestling in the young boys stomach, weakening his ability to argue till the world ended.
Scout groaned again quietly shifting from the toilet bowl, to move to the wall and lean against it with a heaving sigh. His stomach felt empty right now, all the contents had been removed thanks to what he called the Flu.
His stomach had made no attempts to stir again for the past hour he'd been leaning against the wall dozing off quietly. When he opened his eyes he could hear muffled talking from the medi-bay where the bathroom was in, quietly getting up and clutching his head from the sudden dizziness that settled there. Carefully with a gauze wrapped hand he opened the door to see Medic and Heavy quietly taking care of at least twenty doves.
"Hey, Doc?" Scout gasped taking in a deep breath to calm his organs. Medic looked up carefully with a gentle smile on his face. "Ja?" he replied placing a dove onto a table to flitter around.
"Can you tell me what is exactly wrong with me?" Scout asked fearing the answers that Medic could give him.
But the crazed doctor merely waved a blue gloved hand which disturb Scout more than any answer.
Scout carefully walked over to the two pampering pure white birds that cooed with affection.
gingerly he sat in a wooden chair next to Medic, his stomach didn't protest with the new place he was sitting in, instead of the bathroom that had smelled of grapes and strawberries, which was a horrible scent combination, even worse when everything you ate or smelled made your stomach sick for hours.
It was only 11:00 AM, his sickness had been going away steadily as he sat and talked to his teams Medic and Heavy.
Heavy had finally gotten up and left to polish Sasha. Medic quietly sat next to Scout. "Herr Scout, are you better now?" he asked sitting up more, noticing he had been slouching, oh how he hated slouching.
Scout nodded wrapping his hands together the gauze making a rather papery sound as it settled against each other. "Yeah...But it's weird Doctah..." his blue eyes met the Medics green.
"Really? I found it quiet amazing" the medic smiled carefully trying to keep his words from the truth.
"Why?" Scout asked letting allowing a dove to sit on his shoulder and coo quietly.
Medic simply shook his head "Because it iz very veird." he calmly replied much to Scout's dismay, his answer really did disturb him.
"Its just morning sickness Herr Scout" he smiled again, god how Scout wished he'd stop smiling.
"Morning Sickness? Don't pregnant ladies get that or some shit?" Scout questioned with a suspicious glare.
"Not JUST pregnant women." Medic calmly replied gently petting Archimedes, his favourite dove.
Medic chuckled and calmly started talking again "Anyone can get it, and it happens eizher at night or in ze morning". Scout calmed at this telling himself he was stupid for thinking HE was pregnant.
Medic suppressed a small giggle, which was out of his nature to even laugh a genuine laugh that wasn't crazed. "Herr Scout, You may zhink I am crazy, but I did ztudy medicine for some zime."
Scout nodded "I know Doc." he carefully crossed his arms across his stomach with a smile sigh.
Suspicions still lurking in his mind, that the medic knew more than he told and Scout knew he knew more.
"Herr Scout?, You alright?" Medic prodded the boy from his thoughts and with a slightly shy nod he stood up. "Perfectly in tip top shape brodah. " He saluted the Medic who took to pulling his blue gloves off, with two fingers and marching out the Medi-Bay doors.
The RED Sniper was in bed when the attack on his Camper van begun, the door shaking dangerously as someone hit it with a hasty fist.
In fact the already breaking metal was seemingly sounding like it was falling off the exterior of the Camper. Obviously the hasty knocking was being caused in a panic or rather a excited
Although the Australian had no interest in getting off his tiny mattress and answering what was probably a frantic Scout.
Yet the pounding still resumed and he heaved a heavy unamused sigh as he stretched from his mattress and wrapped the blanket around his lower half, quietly landing on the carpeted area of the camper.
He shuffled to the door with socked feet and calmly opened it, suspicions confirmed with the frantic Scout standing outside his door.
Sniper shook his head at the BLU Scout and uneasily allowed the boy to come in and ruin his peace and quiet.
"So you are trying to tell me that 'ou think you're pregnant?...Like a woman?" Sniper rolled his eyes as Scout nodded. "Hey!" Scout snapped at the eye roll "It could be your kid y'know, ya dumb shit wombat." Scout huffed angrily at his secret boyfriend's reaction.
"You're a man, Scout." Sniper commented with crossed arms and one raised eyebrow.
Scout bit his bottom lip, chewing on it gingerly as he eyed Sniper with silent rage.
"Although you have been moody lately, you might wanna calm down a bit there wankah." he grinned as Scout silently got up with balled fists. "Wankah?!" he repeated obviously angered by the teasing, Yet Sniper only smirked at the reaction and let out a chuckle grabbing the gauze wrist of Scout.
"Calm down, Love" he smiled pulling the young boy into his lap. "Listen, now i doubt you are pregnant, that's just a freak of nature idea, but if you were i'd care for you every minute alright?". Sniper suppressed another laugh as Scout nodded resting his head on the man's collar bone carefully.
"Sorry I snapped..." Scout muttered closing his eyes and taking in the scents of old tobacco and musky cologne from three days ago. Scout smiled curling into ball allowing Sniper to hold him in a secret moment of affection.
"Y'know i love ya even if your an annoying little gremlin..." Sniper muttered quietly running a hand through the boys light brown hair that a hat usually sat upon, but during this particular visit was lacking the gray hat and wireless headset.
Not that Sniper minded, it reminded him that this boy wasn't just his enemy but a living breathing love of his life.