Chapter One: Before

I had never thought much about the rest of the blue team. They all just came to me screaming and bleeding all over the place. They could even be rude sometimes, screaming for me to heal them when I was dying myself. I thought this as I sat in my office, and I wondered. Would any of the blues ever stand out, would there ever be that one who acted different. My thoughts were interrupted by a baseball soaring 100 miles an hour. I heard myself scream as it crashed onto my desk, sending papers and Archimedes flying. "Sorry medic." I heard the brat, scout say as he bounded after the ball. I unclutched my arms from around my head, breathing heavy. I wanted to tell the scout; "it's fine, just dandy that you almost killed me with a stupid baseball, you little brat". I was angry even after the scout left, because I heard him screaming and running down the hall. I finally got back to the medical records when the door swung open. "Scout! If its you again I vill stick my medigun down your-" I stopped mid-sentence. The engineer came hobbling in, holding his stomach. "Dammit!" I saw a flash of red on his hands as he neared. "Medic, there's a darn spah around here!" He showed me the wound, it looked like a knife had stabbed him, and it was heavily bleeding. I wrapped the gauze around the engineer's stomach as he babbled on about the spy. He lied down, still in pain as I saw a figure outside the door. Angrily, I thrust the door open and shot my syringe gun, hoping it was the little brat. But no, the red spy's battered body lay at my feet. Good.

A day since all that happened, and a new battle was starting. We were at Sawmill, a rainy swampy battleground that I never thought would change my life. My medigun was charged and I trudged through the mud. Already a pyro was hot on my trails and I killed him with my saw. That's when I heard the scream of a blue. "Medic! Medic!" The cries got louder as I got closer to the water. I climbed over the fence and slipped. I felt the pain searing into my leg as it hit the rock. I tried not to freak out as the blood squirted out. I felt tears of agony burn out of my eyes as the bone cracked. I clutched my broken leg and I limped to the lake, a trail of blood behind me. I crouched by the water and splashed some to my face when I noticed the color. Red. Blood red. I spit the dirty water over my shoulder and splashed into the knee-high water. I saw an arm and the bloodied, dirty sleeve of a blue floating in the water. Plunging underneath, I saw it was the blue soldier, a gash in his stomach bleeding gallons of blood as his body was unmoving. He was out cold, only seconds counting down to his death. I pulled his body over my shoulder and carried it to shore, struggling under its weight. Panting, I dropped the soldier's body in an abandoned shack and put the blue beam of my medigun on him. It didn't work. I tried again, same result. I pounded on the gun, practically tearing it apart. I needed the engineer more then anything. I settled on gauze and wrapped it around the soldier's bleeding stomach. I put pressure on it, blood seeping onto my hands. But I didn't care, being a medic and all. I was so used to blood, open wounds, etc. I propped the dying soldier against the wall as his eyes slowly opened. I opened my canteen of water and he took a big drink. I looked at his battle-scarred face, a long gash down his left cheek, grime coating his skin, blood dripping from his mouth and he said the one thing I've always wanted to hear. "Thank you."