Spy Down!
Ooo, that was unexpected last chapter, wasn't it? Well, Medic's on the job! R&R.
Chapter 4.
Heavy carried the RED Spy carefully into Medic's infirmary and placed him down delicately, a feat for someone of his size and brutal strength.
"Will he be okay, Doktor?"
Medic had already pressed a stethoscope against Spy's chest, feeling his heart flutter like a dove's wings.
"I cannot say for certain, mein freund." he muttered, glancing at Heavy's worried expression and then added kindly; "But ve shall see, hm? Bitte, wait outside vith ze others, ja?"
Adrik automatically did as he was told and Jasper went back to examining the sleeping Spy.
When Spy came round slowly, the first thing he saw was the tidy desk of Jasper Hans. This served as his office and reflected his orderly personality. The rest of the room was just as well-organised, with medical equipment stored neatly in many cupboards and storage boxes, white-washed walls bleached into sanitation and the metal tables, gurneys etc sanitised to the point of gleaming obsessiveness. The patient beds, crisp and freshly made like the one Spy currently occupied, looked inviting and despite the clinical look to the place, there was something almost welcoming about it. Probably down to the German man who worked tirelessly to ensure his team's comfort. Jasper sat with his back to Spy, writing down medical notes at his office desk.
Spy coughed awkwardly and Medic looked up in relief.
"Ah good, you are avake!"
Spy nodded reluctantly and started to swing his body to the left to climb off the bed. Jasper's face grew stern and he pushed Spy back down.
"Nein! Dummkopf, you need to stay here. I am not finished yet."
Spy stared at him curiously with wide, ocean blue eyes, panicking internally over what he could possibly want with him.
"Spy, ve did have to find out the cause of your physical breakdown."
Spy shifted nervously, his eyes flickering over to the exit out of this room constantly and the Medic sat down on a chair in front of the shy French man, being sure to keep eye contact.
"How much do you eat a day?"
Spy jumped a little at the probing question and he looked skywards as he pretended to mull this over.
"I…I prefer eating by myself, oui?"
The longest sentence he had said all day.
"Nein." Medic shook his glossy head sadly and tried a smile of encouragement. "You are losing too much veight to be eating normally."
Spy lowered his gaze firmly to the floor and felt the hot shame creep up his neck and blossom brightly on his cheeks. A good thing they were covered.
"Non…eet is not - !" he whispered but was cut off by Medic as he went for the direct route he had been trying to avoid.
"Spy…vhy didn't you tell us you vere anorexic?"
The masked man gasped quietly and cloaked right in front of the Medic's surprised pale eyes. The Medic felt like kicking himself as he strode over to the door and stood firmly as a forceful barricade between Felix and the steel door. He knew he had forgotten to take SOMETHING from Spy…it had to be the watch. He could only hope that the shyest member of RED didn't get any ideas and try leaping out of the window.
"Spy…stop zis. You cannot hide from zis."
Silence.
Then the Spy uncloaked sheepishly and timidly raised his head to lock eyes with Jasper. His deep orbs were glassy and threatening to brim over bright tears. Medic was shocked at the level of emotion that NOBODY had ever witnessed before.
"I…'ate 'ow I look, Docteur."
His accent became more pronounced and his voice shook as he tried to keep his composure. It was taking a lot of courage for him to admit there was something wrong and the good doctor respected that instantly.
"You do not have to tell me everything straight avay."
The other male across from him winced and just as quickly shook his head.
"Non…I must leave now. Je suis désolé..."
Then he cloaked once more and the Medic sighed.
"Promise to come back here tomorrow, bitte?"
A pause.
Then a sigh on the breeze.
"I…promise, monsieur."
Jasper allowed him to leave reluctantly.
Spy perched on the edge of his bed, covered by darkness of Mother Nature once more. His eyes travelled unwillingly to his floor length mirror again and he flinched at the man looking at him.
"Why am I not a man?"
The reflection said nothing.
Spy curled up in his bed covers and wept softly.
The next morning brought in chaos.
Spy woke early, like he always did and rubbed at his eyes sleepily as he yawned and blinked around the room. Wobbling out of the bed, he steadied himself against the wall and crossed over to the window. It was a good thing he wore his mask firmly over his head, even in his sleep, for he would never look out of windows otherwise and be able to enjoy pleasant mornings like this. He was too frightened of someone seeing his face. His true identity.
The European turned away from the window, shivering despite the warmth of the day and he saw his reflection for the third time that week. Something inside him cracked, the tornado flowing from his prison with full force.
He had to get rid of that accursed mirror, the horrific reminder of his many flaws and physical faults! A light sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead to accompany his headache underneath the mask and to his horror, his reflection winked and laughed at him mockingly.
Spy screamed, swaying heavily.
The next thing he knew, shards of crystal – like glass rained down all around him and he felt hot blood streaming down his knuckles, bare arms and covered face as he smashed at the mirror like a demented demon, heart-wrenching sobs ripping through his throat.
He was going hysterical, sadness and fear ripping at his heart.
"Bloody hell, I can't get the door open! SPY! Listen to me, mate!"
Bryn…oh. It was the Sniper, sounding frantic.
Spy laughed hysterically, unaware that his team-mates had been yelling at him in fear and worry for the last five minutes and he held a shard aloft.
"Get away! Leave me be! Non, non!" he screamed back at the blank door in his musty, darkened room and he kicked the mirror viciously, seeing the deep eyes of himself in every shattered piece, swirling and laughing.
Always laughing…
The spy crumpled to the floor with a crunch, forgetting about the glass piece he held tightly in his gloved fist. However, it cut through the material with ease and rivulets of blood streamed through and down his clenched fist. Stinging pain was numbed by his emotional break-down and he cried out an aching wail, putting the Soldier on edge on the other side.
"That kid's in trouble! Heavy, we need this door broken down. AT ONCE!" he barked.
Spy curled up into a tiny, tight ball, rocking with effort and trembling with fever.
"Leave me!" he yelped at the door once more and the room grew hazy, like steam rising from the ground.
When the Heavy finally got over his shock (and Soldier actually kicked him in the shins) and busted the door down, Spy passed out, the room exploding into a black hole and flames around him.
Scout flung himself to Spy's position, accidentally scraping his knee on glass as he knelt at the espionage expert's side.
"OW! Oh ma god, Doc! Look what he did!"
Medic knelt next to the frantic boy and nodded.
"Ja, Herr Scout. I can see it."
The simple, but nice-looking mirror that once sat in the back of the room lay in pieces all over the floor. Blood specks littered amongst them and in the middle of this chaotic image lay the RED Spy, curled weakly into a ball, completely unconscious. The Medic peeled off a glove at the sight of the Spy's flushed face and held the back of his hand against his eyelids, one of the only exposed parts of the man. He respected the Spy enough that he adhered to his request to never take off his mask. The skin burned on his and Medic put a hand to his forehead while gesturing to Heavy.
"Take him to ze infirmary, bitte. He has a fever."
Uh oh…what's wrong with Spy?
Find out next time…same Spy time, same Spy channel.
R&R.