From what Scout learned from his companions, he had been in surgery and recovery for about two weeks now. When he walked into his room, he found a pile of letters in the middle of his room, all from his Mother.
"Figured," Scout said, as he grabbed his hat to cover the scars on his head. He then grabbed the letters, and sat down on his bed. He opened them all, one by one, reading the letters all asking him the normal things, like how he was doing, asking him if he was eating enough, asking him about his job. He sighed, his mother must be worried sick about him if he hasn't replied in two weeks.
"I guess I might as well call up Mom then," Scout said, scratching his neck. He then got up, and slowly walked over to the living room of the base. As he walked in, he could hear the snorting of Spy's and Demoman's laughter. As he walked in, he put a finger to his lips, signaling to them he was going to use the phone. The two of them then shut up, and watched as Scout walked over to the phone, and dialed in his mother's phone number. He heard the receiver ringing for a bit, then someone picked up.
"Hello?" A voice called. Scout smiled.
"Oh, Mum, am I glad to hear your voice," Scout said. Scout's mother gasped.
"OH! My baby called! I was worried sick ya know!" She yelled through the phone. "You haven't called or wrote to me in TWO WEEKS!"
"I'm sorry Mum, I'm sorry!" Scout replied, sighing. "I-I just got out of surgery,"
"...What?" His mother asked.
"I was in surgery for the last two weeks, " Scout repeated. "That's why I couldn't reply those last few times,"
Scout's mother huffed.
"Well, you could of at least told me you were going into surgery!" His mother replied, "I'm just always worrying about you, baby okay?"
"Yeah, Mum," He replied. He then heard a gasp from his Mother.
"By the way, how are you and that girl doing now?" His mother asked. Scout raised an eyebrow. Girl? He tried to think back, but nothing was coming to his head again. He assumed he must of written about a one night stand to his mother.
"I- um... We, broke up," Scout replied, assuming he wrote about a one night stand girl.
"Is that so?" She asked. "You even said you might of even brought her over for me to meet, from what you wrote, she seemed like such a sweet gal,"
Scout nervously laughed.
"Well not everything lasts," Scout replied. Scout's mother gave a nervous laugh.
"I was even looking forward to meeting her," Scout's mother said, disappointment clearly in her voice. "Well, I'm just glad that you called in, baby, I miss you,"
"I miss you too, mum," Scout replied.
"I love you, bye," His mother said. Scout smiled a little.
"I love you too, mum," He replied, before he hung up the phone. He thought to himself, why the heck would he write about a one night stand girl? Unless he got together with a certain girl, but can't remember.
He then turned his attention to Spy who was still in the room.
"Yo, Spy," Scout called out. Spy glanced over, and took the cigarette out of his mouth.
"What is it you want?" The French man asked.
"Did I..." Scout started. "Have a girlfriend...? Recently?" There was a strange silence between the two.
"What kind of a question is that?" Spy asked, confused. Scout shook his head.
"Ugh, never mind," Scout replied, as he then walked out of the room. Spy sat there for a second, then sighed.
"I guess he doesn't remember..." Spy said, putting the cigarette back into his mouth.
"Guess not," Demoman replied. "Maybe it's better he doesn't,"
"It's probably for the best," Spy replied.