Chapter 4

He held the attacked wrist carefully within both of his hands after removing the tape, no doubt giving his skin a chance to breathe after the lengthy periods of being wrapped up."Do you feel any pain vhen I squeeze?" Carefully taking the wrist at the joint, giving it a gentle squeeze and a second for good measure.
"Nah, no pair there, feels like it's bruised a little, yanno?"
The medic nodded softly and replied whilst massaging a thumb into the open palm to feel around the muscles and tendons, "Can you feel zhis at all, Junge?"
He let his palm be fiddled with as the medic ran a short checklist to ensure he could still have the use of his hand.
"Yeah.. but it feels weird, like you're tryin' to poke your thumb out the other side of my hand.. 's freaky you know, doc, you mind?"
Medic smiled to himself and pressed a gloved hand to Scout's head and scruffed up the rough of his hair before placing a brief kiss, "Zhere you go baby, ve are all done, your hand seems fine; but, haff any rouble viff it however, come and inform myseluf of Skotz."
Scout swatted a hand at the man, "Yeah yeah. Says you, kissing my head Doc, my hand's numb, not amputated." The old man offered another small smile in reflextion to his amusement. "Just be gentle viff him, he vill not haff a replacement like we do."
"Aw! Doc! Gettin' soft huh? Gee.."
Scout was right however. Having a junior in his profession who was not included in the puppet show of a war outside brought a nostalgic and welcoming civil feeling. A tender chord struck a soft something inside of him, "Be patient viff me, you will not believe how long I have vaited, viff our employers to allow haffing a junior of mein own in zhis.. Hollenloch." He paused for thought, "Just-.. be gentle viff him, bitte."

Scout made his amends with the older Medic and was sent out on his way. He didn't like the idea of apologising to anyone. With a pace to think about it, he decided he may not have to if he kept everything down. 'He ain't one of us ..' he was forming some sort of pity for who was, the baby of their team. The German's words replayed in his head, 'I promise to you, Herr Kody vill only haff good zhings to provide to you und our Kameraden. He may possible be our greatezt asset to us, off zhe battlefield. Just zhe same how ve don't get very far vithout you. Ve haff clearly done vithout him but zhat vill change vhen he makes triage easier.' The Scout smiled to himself at being praised before he knew what he was smiling about and tried to shrug it off without drawing any attention to himself. The young Medic had his sight trained on him however and picked up on it. "Hey, what was that smile about jus' then?" He asked and smiled in amusement when the Scout sputtered on his words.

"Wot in tarnation.. Are they laughing now?" The Engineer breathed gently, "Nut jobs, th' both o'em, I'm tellin' ya, Demo."
The darker man beside him he referred to as Demo nodded appreciatively, "Aye lad, perfect for the wee Scoot." The Engineer took a shadowed breath and wiped the back of his hand against his brow as if just watching the energy being expelled from the two boys wrestling on the couch was too much for him.
"I've got high hopes for this boy 'ere. Medic wasn't runnin' his mouth for nothing, I'm quite impressed."
"Yuh, I remember the fuss ol'Solly lad made when wee Scoot there arrived t'us. Jack, the wee laddy felt ahs if 'e was done one oover." Demo finished off the rest of his mug and the Engineer eyed him as he practically just spoke his mind. He just rubbed a hand over his dark beard and let his mind to weave thoughts on its own.

The youths toppled over the couch and landed with a loud thud as they fell off the back rest and onto the hardwood floor followed by pained groans which momentarily put a pause in their tussle and were soon rolling around on the floor with rough dominance. The young medic rolled into the room's view and subtly admitted defeat by letting the Scout slouch lazily over him. The good doctor announced his arrival with a cough of his throat clearing.
"Ahem, I hope zhere hasn't been any more fighting, hmm?" He gave a look to Scout who barely did the courtesy of returning the look he was being given. The young medic gave a glance to his superior and closed his eyes with a tired puff and rested back down on the floor with the wait of the Scout on top of him.
"Nah Doc, the boys have just been playing around, they're all tuckered out now." The Man gave it a thought, "Hm. Ja, I see. Vhell, Kody, can you follow me, bitte, zhere are zome bazic zhings I need to cover viff you."

He stood in front of the pair, amused that his student had allowed the Scout to claim the upper hand. "C'mon Scout, lemme up-" He gave a weak push and the Scout didn't move. "Aww, look at ye, Scoot, you look like ye need a kiss'n night." Demo teased. A dark smile came over Kody and they watched him carefully to see what he was thinking. A thought perfect for getting the Scout off of him lit up at the Demo's statement. He taunted the Scout and took his cheeks into his hands and gingerly stroked his thumb against the cheek in his hand, allowing it to catch in the corner of the mouth. He lifted his head enough to press his lips into the Scout's own. When the Scout opened his eyes a few moments later, he saw the male under him slapping his own forehead in a fit of laughter. The three other men followed in the laughter, tears threatening as they laughed at what their youngest had just done. The good doctor quickly pulled his student out from under the Scout and left with speed before much else could happen but wasn't quite quick enough; Kody blew a cheesy kiss at the stunned Scout before being dragged out of sight. The following of thunderous laughter could be heard down the hallway. The German sighed softly, "Very funny".