Whoop, whoop! Only one more chapter till the big one! I managed to crank out another chapter during the weekends, so enjoy this one. Anyway, I love getting reviews, even if it's short so feel free to do so! I'm currently working on another gigantic chapter ahead that'll involve some confessions and perhaps a hint of Gray Mann? Watch out for that! It's pretty late at night, so I'magookaybye.
Chapter 7: Übercharged Rewards
It was Saturday and it was 2:00 P.M. Scout had forgotten about the period until Spy had reminded him in the rudest method possible. The young male headed to the medical bay and saw the rest of the team (except Heavy) sitting in the apricot colored chairs against the walls. He slipped onto one and waited for a minute before Medic came out of the double doors. "I apologize for zhe vait, I had to take care of some zhings first," he stated, pushing his glasses back so that it didn't fall off his nose. "Anyvay, pleaze take a ticket from zhere. Check your number and vhen zhis sign says your number, come in." "What are we doin', doc?" the bostonian asked, curious for why they were all called here. "Übercharge transplant. Like you saw Heavy doing last week," the german answered. Last week, Heavy had turned a shiny red color and Scout was honestly amazed with it and was excited to be "bullet proof" as well. With a nod, the runner stood up and was the first one to grab a ticket. The rest of the team followed and within thirty seconds, everyone had a tiny piece of paper in their hands. The "Now Serving" sign flipped to "1" and the doctor headed back into his lab.
Scout checked the number in his hands, it was "1." Doing a mix of a stroll and a skip, he pushed the door open and entered. The room was cool and a bit stuffy, but there was no lingering smell of blood like the last time he visited. It just smelled as if someone scrubbed everything with alcohol. "Alright, Scout. Pleaze get onto zhe bed," Medic instructed as he readjusted his glasses and glanced over a packet with the bostonian's face on it. He obediently lifted himself onto a cot that had very small dried blood stains on the sides. Laying back, the doctor pushed a tray holding some various shaped knives, a bonesaw, a scalpel, and an abnormal looking drill.
Nervousness gripped Scout as he eyed the equipment. "You're gonna give me some medicine to make me sleep or somethin' right?" he queried, gripping the sheets as his hands began to sweat. "Oh, no. Zhere is no need for zhat," Medic replied, picking the scalpel up and examining it. When he approached the smaller man, the runner began to twist and fidget away. "Look, Scout; I understand you are nervous, but I promise zhat zhis von't hurt," the older male comforted, attempting to get close. It didn't seem to comfort the speedster's nerves as he kept pushing away. "Schweinhund! If you don't stop, don't blame me if you don't get an Übercharge on zhe battlefield!" This made the other person pause his persistent moving and lay still.
Medic sighed a thanks as he adjusted the placing of a medigun hooked over the wall. Pressing a button on it's side, the machine whirred to life and a steady scarlet beam spread over Scout's chest. The doctor flicked his scalpel expertly over the other man's body. Within a flash, a neatly done slice appeared, so quick that the bostonian thought he was imagining for a second. Scout almost didn't feel pain at all. Instead of a sensation similar to flames, it was just a numb slightly stinging pressure. He watched as the doctor took the bonesaw and then began cutting away at the ribcage busily. Feeling rather bored, the runner began tapping his fingers on the cot and whistling loudly. "Pleaze be quiet, Scout. I am trying to vork," the german requested as he managed to remove the rib cage area that was protecting the heart and lungs.
The whistling and tapping elapsed to silence as the Medic managed to cut off the veins that were supplying the heart. Scout didn't question the impossibleness of this situation. The older man turned his back and there was a sound of a fridge opening. After some rummaging, he turned back around with "Scout's" heart in his hands. It was definitely a heart, but it was three times bigger. "Uh, doc? Is that… my heart?" the speedstar asked, pointing at it. "I modified it a bit, so it can handle zhe Übercharge," came the answer. The german then grabbed some strange half spherical device and inserted it onto the right chamber of the organ. He then held it under the medigun beam and it begun to beat rapidly. Light flooded over it as it convulsed quickly before slowing down. A shiny red hue covered the heart, showing that the operation was a complete success. Neither heard a flap of wings, due to them being distracted by their current situation. Grinning with triumph, the doctor plopped the organ into the runner's chest.
"Hold your ribcage open for a bit," Medic instructed, which Scout did. With a sharp ram, the doctor managed to push the giant heart up to nestle between both lungs. Gritting his teeth, Scout hissed as a slicing wave of pain cut through him. It didn't hurt too much, but it definitely was surprising. "Don't be such a baby," the doctor tutted as he reached for his medigun again. Pressing another button, he pointed it at the bostonian's chest. The beam went more intense and small currents of electricity exited as the sliced flesh and skin redistributed on itself. It closed up before the runner's very eyes and while the slice was healed, so was his shirt. It literally stitched itself back up again and his chest lifted slightly with every beat.
Scout took a lengthy deep breath, sucking as much air as he can into his lungs. It was actually refreshing, but since the german turned off the medigun, agony had came back and enveloped his chest, like a heartburn. "Zhat looks good. Very nice there," Medic observed, checking to make sure the procedure didn't mess up. "Yes!" he exclaimed after he finished checking. He then took a marker with his bloodstained hands and made a checkmark on the packet. "Hey, thanks doc!" the bostonian thanked as he exited and pushed open the double door. There was a loud ding and a flipping noise while he shouted and spread his arms,"Aw, man!" Everyone started and turned to stare at him. "You would not believe how much this hurts," he continued, pressing his hands to the area of pain. There was a sudden bump in his chest and he felt a weight press on his fingers. A muffled cooing followed after the action as his eyes widened in surprise. "Archimedes?" the german asked from within his lab, looking around for his bird.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" Scout panicked, running around and clutching at his chest in a vain attempt to get the animal out. "Freakin' Archimedes is in my freakin' chest!" Medic came to stand next to the bostonian as he guided the other person back into his lab. "Operation: Save Archimedes is in order here!" he shouted as he turned on the medigun again. Slicing the young adult's torso for the second time, he reached in and started grabbing in a hurried frenzy to hope that his pet was alright. "Ow! Ow! Watch where you're puttin' dat thing!" the runner hissed, words lined with pain. It turned out the dove was stuck between Scout's right lung and heart. Groping around, the german managed to fasten his fingers around the animal's feathery body and then plucked it out quickly. "Archimedes! It's filthy in zhere!" he scolded as he let it flutter out of his hands and onto the lights overhead. He then flipped the switch and the wound and torn fabric closed up almost immediately. "Alright, now you can go," he sighed, relaxing his muscles. "Thanks for gettin' Archie out," the speedstar said with a grateful tone. Before the other male can correct him, he was out the door.
The day passed and it was Sunday. A van pulled up to the front of the RED base and Ms. Pauling stepped out. She headed out into the back and then pulled out four different crates. "Hey, guys. I'm here to deliver the Administrator's rewarded items," she said while readjusting her glasses. "Yo, Ms. Pauling! Uh… ya busy next weekend?" Scout asked, waving to the woman that was heading to the back of the vehicle. "Yes, Scout, I've got…" she trailed off as she took a notebook from her pocket. "I got to run something for the Administrator." "Oh… okay," the bostonian murmured with disappointment. "You'll get 'er someday," Engineer comforted, patting his back. Ms. Pauling grabbed one crate and checked the tag. "This one is for… Soldier," she declared as she handed it to the eager American. "This next one is for Demoman," she continued while passing another one over to the scott. "Medic." The german smiled and brightly thanked," Danke mein friend. "Sniper." "Bloody beautiful…" the aussie mused as he took the crate. "Spy." "Merci, mademoiselle," the frenchman elegantly said while a certain bostonian sulked and pouted on the side . "And, finally… Scout! Congrats on your first set of new weapons!" she congratulated as she passed a crate to the runner.
"Well, that's what happens when you're genius," Scout flexed, hoping that Ms. Pauling would awe at his "well muscled" arm. "Alright guys, I gotta go. See you next Sunday and I hope you enjoy!" she waved as she closed the door to van and took off in a trail of dust. Sighing in a lovesick sort of way, he watched her leave before retreating back into the base. Heading into his room, he managed to get the top off and stare inside eagerly.
Off onto the right corner were seven wrapped pairs of work clothes, but that wasn't the interesting part. Over on the left, there were new weapons. He pulled off a Scattergun looking gun. The only difference with both appearances' was that it was a lighter color and shaped distinctly. "Force-A-Nature" was written on the tag. Pulling out the next weapon, he rubbed his hand over the blade of a cleaver, admiring the sharp side. "Flying Guillotine" was the name of it. There was one last item in the box. Grabbing it and taking it out, his face immediately split into a smile. A worn wooden bat with "The Sandman" engraved on it. A signed baseball was in a baggie next to it. He massaged the grooves on the ball as he allowed his hands to mold around it. He will have to introduce these new weapons to some enemies.
