Chapter 2: Body
Everyone peaked in from where they were standing and gasped in horror of what they saw. They couldn't believe their eyes. "What? What? WHAT? WHAT THE HELL IS IN THERE?" the Scout shouted, jumping on the Heavy's back in order to see over all the tall people blocking his view. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed a second later, regretting his eagerness. A limp and lifeless body of what seemed to look like a Medic lie inside. The young man's hair was disheveled and blood-soaked, his clothing torn and battered. The Engineer instantly grabbed the man's wrist, checking for a pulse, since they actually didn't have a Medic on their team yet. "My god. I've never seen anything like this before. Why would this come in a box?" the Engineer asked aloud, waiting for the beat he so hoped to feel against his fingers. "Is the thing still living, Engie?" the Demoman asked, concern lacing his usually drunk tone. Engie nodded. "Yeah, he's still alive. I can feel a pulse." Engie replied, looking back up at the bomb specialist. The Heavy carefully bent down, picking up the body before staring quietly at him for a moment. "Little man needs doctor!" he said. "We don't have one, Heavy. For now, I'll see what I can do." Engie said, taking the body back and rushing off into the base. "Wait for me, Engie!" the Heavy cried, chasing after the Engineer. "Yo! Wait up!" the Scout shouted, rushing after the Heavy. The others followed, staying not too far behind. Engie was the first to reach the medical office that had been out of use for years. The REDs had been expecting some kind of Medic to join their ranks eventually, but none had actually stepped up to the plate, either out of fear or lack of a higher pay grade. Gently, he placed the small boy down on the medical berth in the corner before grabbing a chair and sitting down next to him. Once they entered the office, the Scout and the Heavy halted by Engie. Engie was checking the boy's head and neck, making sure nothing was broken. The Scout stood beside the bed, grazing a hand over the boy's forehead. "He's totally burning up and stuff!" he relayed to the Engineer. "Good to know. Let me do the rest." Engie replied. The door swung open as the rest of the team flushed in noisily. With one glare from the Engineer, everyone was quiet. Engie examined the boy while everyone else waited patiently outside the room. The young man had black hair that was soaked with blood and sticking up in places it shouldn't have been. He wore a small black collared sweater with little syringes on it that also looked like it had been shredded. Over his sweater was a white lab coat with a hood that had been almost ripped to pieces, marked with a Medic's patch on each shoulder. His pants were jeans that looked as it someone put them in a blender. His feet were bare and had little pieces of debris stuck to them, along with dried blood from the wounds. His legs were long, slender and very feminine which were covered in scars, cuts, and bruises. "Hm. He must have stepped on glass or something." Engie said aloud as he inspected the bloodied feet. He checked the young man's pockets, hoping to find evidence on this injured stranger. A letter was stuffed into his pants pocket, bloodied but readable with the Administrator seal at the bottom:
REDs,
This is your new member, as said earlier. I expect greatly of you to take care of him and treat him as if he has been on your team for years. Since he was a complete failure on the BLU Team, he is now on your team. Teach him to be more successful and make sure he doesn't fall behind. One last thing, I do not wish to answer any of your questions regarding insignificant issues that are in your foolish minds. I hope to see some good progress soon. Do not fail me.
~Administrator
The Spy took a few steps closer and looked a the frail body in front of him. "I knew I'd seen this child before. But, he disappeared years ago. Up until this point, I thought he was dead." he stated. Engie put the note in his pocket and pointed to the exit, giving each member a cold glare. "Alright, all of you needs to give me some time and space to work. Out, out!" the Engineer snapped. One by one, the rest of the team left the office, just as they were told. It was best not to argue with Engie once he had set his mind to something. They dared not say anything nor give him one last glance. Engie continued to examine the boy as he removed his hard hat. Not having a Medic on the team was difficult, but he had a few years of the war under him. Engie carefully removed the lab coat-hood thing, pulling up the boy's sweater. Being extremely thin, his ribs, collarbone and hip bones were poking out from the excessively bruised and cut skin. There were even more bruises over his stomach area. On his neck were deep cuts and smaller bruises. Although Engie had seen worse, he thought for a moment. "Why didn't he heal himself?" he asked aloud.