"Why don't you just go and screw yourself?" Scout did not seem very happy having to spend an entire night with Sniper watching over him. "I ain't gonna sleep as long as you're here, anyway."
"All right, mate, do as you like." Sniper leant back in the chair, lighting another cigarette. That damn kid could do whatever he'd like, if it weren't for Medic wanting him to watch over the damn kid, he'd be home taking a well-deserved nap in his fairly soft bed. He moved a bit in the wooden chair and took a puff from the cigarette.
"Put out that thing." Scout didn't even look at Sniper while saying this. He was lying on his back, but he'd turned his head so he looked away.
"I have no reason to," Sniper replied. He wasn't going to let the kid get his own way just like this. "Besides, I think I deserve this, after carrying you all the way from that bloody tower to this place."
"You've already had one today. I'm the sick one here, and I think I should be the one to decide."
"So it's the smoke that's annoying you?" Sniper stood up from the chair, and went over to the window. It squeaked when he opened it. Chilly night air blew in. "I'll just let it all out, then."
"But then it'll get cold. Close the freakin' window."
"I like the cold. And if you want me to do anything for you, you better learn to ask nicely first."
"You're a goddamn Australian. You're supposed to hate cold."
This made Sniper stop what he was doing. He walked calmly towards Scout, who was still trying to look away from the Aussie. The boy looked to the opposite direction as soon as Sniper came over to him. It didn't really bother him; he just crouched down and grabbed the boy's chin with one hand, and pulled his face over so he was looking directly in the boy's beautiful eyes.
Beautiful eyes? What on earth was he thinking? But those eyes, which used to be filled with happiness and bit arrogance, were now filled with sadness and betrayal. It hurt to know that such a usually happy boy was reduced to this. A flow of guiltiness flew over Sniper as Scout tried to pull his head away from his grip. For some reason, he wanted to hug him. Hug him tight and tell him that he'd manage to get through this, he'd show them all.
"What the hell, dude?" Scout tried to sound angry, but the sadness in his eyes revealed him. Sniper pulled himself together and lowered his voice.
"Listen closely, mate, I'm only going to say this once." Sniper ignored Scout saying that he was not Sniper's mate. "Who carried you the entire way from the bottom of that tower to this place while under enemy fire? I did. Who watched you while you were passed out? I did. Who volunteered to stay up all night, making sure an ungrateful, annoying brat like you are okay? I did. Now shut up for a moment, and get the rest you need."
"Not when you're here. Besides, it's your fault I fell down from that freakin' tower!" Scout pulled himself from Sniper's grip and looked away. Sniper sighed and stood up. It was his fault. If he hadn't lost control like he had, Scout would still be jumping happily around. If he hadn't agreed in the plan of teaching Scout a lesson this way, Medic would have healed him and he'd not been lying in that bed.
Another wave of guiltiness flowed over Sniper. He had to sit down. As he sat down in the uncomfortable, wooden chair, he heard Scout trying to cover up a yawn. Some moments later, he could hear the boy mumbling something about "not sleeping in front of that guy".
"Did you say anything?" Sniper asked silently.
The response was a quiet snore. Sniper couldn't resist smiling a bit when he heard it. Now he had two hours with peace until he had to wake up the boy to check if he was all right. He didn't know why he had to do so, but Medic had told him to, and when the German tells you to do something, you do it. You don't want to mess with the guy who saves your sorry butt out there, one day you may end up lying in a pond of your own blood, and if you're not friends with the Medic, you're in trouble. Respawning is not a very pleasant experience, and you really want to avoid that.
But for now, a moment of peace. He took a quick look at the digital watch which was placed on the nightstand right next to him. 1:27 AM. He tried not to yawn, but he was too tired not to. It was important for him to stay up, even though it'd been an extremely tiresome day. He leant back in the chair and rested his head on his arms. Two hours of rest. He deserved that.
"What the hell, man?" Scout didn't seem very happy to get waked up.
"I just did as Medic told me to. Checking if you were fine."
"I am fine. Jeez, I'm the finest person to exist! Now leave me the fuck alone."
Sniper sighed. "First I'll have to ask you some simple questions, to make sure you actually are fine."
"And then I get to sleep?" Scout looked angrily at Sniper.
"Yep." Sniper tried to remember all the questions Medic had made him ask the boy, but he could only remember three of them. "First question: Which team are you on?"
"What kind of question is that? Look around, almost everything is some shade of blue." He put on an overdone thinking look. "I don't know man," Scout said sarcastically. "Perhaps RED, since everything is freakin' blue around here!"
"I guess that's good enough." Sniper just wanted to finish asking these stupid questions, and did not care if the answers were correct or whatnot. "Next question: What's your role on the team?"
"Bringing sexiness and handsomeness. The rest of you guys are so disgus-"
Sniper cut him off. "I'm not going to comment on that. Last question and I'll leave you alone."
"Fine. I'm freaking tired."
"I've noticed." Sniper was pretty tired, too. "Last question: Where are you from?"
"Boston. Can I go back to sleep now?"
Sniper nodded. "I'll wake you in two hours."
Scout groaned loudly. "Is this really necessary? I mean, you are a douchebag and all that, but do you really feel a need to be even douchier to me?"
Sniper just ignored him. "Jus' go back to sleep," he mumbled, closing his eyes. "I'm doing what Medic tells me. That's all."
"Fine, whatever, man." Some moments later, Sniper could hear Scout's low snores as the boy fell asleep.
He looked at him, and got surprised of how fragile and peaceful he was looking. During day, he used to be so tough and bold, but now, covered up with a blanket, sleeping quietly, it looked like he'd break if someone touched him. Like porcelain. He felt like he needed a word to describe Scout, the way he was right now, but he couldn't come of anything.
Cute. That was the word.
Cute? What was he thinking? This boy was in his twenties, it was creepy enough that he watched him sleep, and calling him cute was a bit over the top.
But it was true. Scout was incredibly cute. And beautiful in a weird way. It hurt to look at the wound on his cheek, Sniper hated himself so much for ruining such a perfect being.
No. He couldn't keep thinking like this. He was too young for him, plus being a boy. He noticed a spot of drool on Scout's pillow. Usually, he'd been found it quite unpleasant, drooling was one of the things he disliked the most, but it felt so right. Of course Scout was drooling on a pillow while sleeping in a hospital bed after Sniper made him fall down from the towers, and the team decided to give him a lesson. Of course Sniper was looking at the drooling Scout, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Again he felt this urge of hugging the boy. Even though he could be an annoying little prick sometimes, he still didn't deserve this. Sniper had voted for this, but he regretted it so much now. Nobody deserved having their favourite thing getting taken from them like that. If someone just came and told Sniper he wouldn't be able to snipe for months, he'd probably get pretty upset, too. It was quite understandable that Scout had reacted the way that he had. That was one of the reasons he didn't just wanted to, but needed to hold him in his arms. He needed to say he was sorry in a proper way. But he had to wait until the time was right. No sudden waking someone up by hugging or anything related.
He lent back and tried to relax a bit before he had to wake up Scout once more.