I am not dead! Yes inside I am, but that's beside the point ... I decided to try and be more productive considering the school year is progressing. Now let me get things out of the way.

1. My laptop is broken, apparently, it gave out and the system crashed and refuses to power up no matter what I do... So yes, I will write most stories on my phone till I get a new laptop which may take a while as it's already been a few months now.

2. This is my first TF2 fanfiction, I obviously want to do something different so this may help me out. I ship different characters maybe not many even ships in the first place but I think it's cute. So this will have gay characters and if you're not cool with it, the back arrow is there for a reason.

3. If I can't update, don't hell bother to start questions, I got a life and want to pass school so I can graduate... Am not fooling around.

4. Excuse me for grammar mistakes, spelling, punctuation, and such. My phone is not easy for me to type on as it clearly autocorrect crap that I don't want it to and then it doesn't when I need it. So be patient with me, please.

5. This story will have suggestive content such as possible swear words, violence, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, abuse, etc. So please be cautious when reading this.

Ok, now that we got that covered. Enjoy my trashy story, remember back arrow is right there.

Two Teams, and only one winner...

Obviously, they both want to be the winners here but it isn't as simple as it sounds... The RED Team obviously is doing what they can to make sure they get the victory, while the BLU Team is trying to prevent that. Each member has their own skills and weapons for their own style of fighting, so the way to counter your own fighting style is to strategize. Though it doesn't seem to be working for the Blu Team as the enemy is halfway almost to the point. The Blu Medic is healing what he can on his team, as they are getting beat up. The Blu Sniper trying to pick off the Red Team valuable member which is their Medic though the German enemy wasn't the easiest to fight against, sure he may seem like the healer but he will make whoever kills him pay hell. The Blu Team try to avoid him at all cost cause even rumors spread that he even experiment other than his teammates off the battlefield.

Though he's a (slightly) different person whenever the two medics are together as if they were friends beforehand of this war, nobody can exactly explain how the Blue Medic is able to befriend such a lunatic. Even when the Scouts ask the nicer doctor, he simply shrugs and states "He's really a nice man over a shot of tequila...".

Back to the battle, it seems the Red Medic was able to dodge most of the bullets that were aimed for him, he was much quicker and more vigilant. While the Blu, he wasn't the strongest like his counterpart, but he does seem to be much more of a multitasker when it comes to healing many of his injured teammates than the Red German doctor (though it could be the fact the Blu is much sweeter and kind in personality wise than the Red Medic would ever be). The battle was taking up most of the daylight, and it seems either team was wanting it to end but at the same time they won't back down. It soon ended after the Blu Team was able to hold them back till the clock stricken at its final second, though it seems everyone was too tired to care about it. Many bid their goodnights as they head to their own quarters for relaxation considering it's a free day tomorrow.

The Blu Medic was putting away equipment till he accidentally drops a glass beaker, he begins shaking as he tries to keep himself steady against the counter. "They keep coming back... It won't let me rest..." the negative thoughts fill his head as his breath is suddenly picking up its pace. He quickly begins looking through his cabinet as he took out his medications, quickly and not even caring for the right amount just chucks down the pills. He shakes more as the memories fill his head, hearing sounds and voices that should've been buried away years ago.

"Shut up... SHUT UP!" he suddenly screamed as he clutches his head as if trying to drown out the sound, he begins to pant as he sees shadows moving as if they are trying to surround him. "Stop it..! GET AVAY FROM ME!" he shouted as he tries backing away till he slipped and fall, tears falling endlessly as he feels weak as the laughter surround him as if mocking him. "Please... Leave me alone..." he begins to softly cry as he curls up, shutting his eyes tight as his hands pierce through his skin as it draws blood.

I'm vorthless...

Nozing is vorth for zis mess...

Nobody vill care...

Ze pain is too much to bear...

All I vant is for ze pain to end...

Done and now tired... If you liked this trash, then IDK favorite and follow the story... I honestly didn't want to get back into the writing business but there are some things that must be express. And mostly because I got nothing to do... That's all, also remember... Upcoming chapters may take time as well may have suggestive themes not meant for younger readers. So be cautious...