Chapter 7: Attempt
The rest of the team met in the common room. They were talking back and forth about their new recruit. The Heavy, Engineer and Spy were all silent, still confused about the reaction from the small man. Spy cleared his throat. "So, what shall we do with the doll comme boy?" he asked, looking around to see if anyone had an answer for him. "His mental state is pretty screwed up, guys. He's afraid of everyone and his body is in super poor condition." Dell said, staring at the table in front of him. "Little man so light!" the Heavy roared across the table worryingly. Dell looked up from his wrench and glanced at the men around the table. He let out a sigh and got up. "I'll go talk to him. Maybe I can get something out of him and understand why he's all upset." he said, leaving the room. The team continued talk and debate what their next step was going to be. Meanwhile, in the medical office, the youth was curled tightly in a burrito of duvet and medical bed mattress. He was too afraid to sleep and not well enough to wander around. His head was in agony and his fever had not gone down by the slightest. He sighed. He was fortunate to be alone, to think to himself. Without warning, the door opened and in walked the Engineer. He casually walked over to the bed, pulled up the chair and sat down next to the youth. He said no words to him, simply keeping an eye on the bundle of duvet curled up on the medical bed. The youth pulled himself away from the man a bit. His legs were still sore after he'd raced around the base. He sat up, pulling his slender legs into a diamond shape and resting his hands on them, his face covered by the sheet. "Why are you so scared, boy?" the Engineer asked in a calm quieted tone. The youth was silent, unwilling to move. "Ya know, we won't hurt ya, right? We ain't some brainless rented mules, son." the texan said. He watched the youth crouch a little more, making him flinch from the spinal pain. The Engineer stood up and placed a hand on the youth's shoulder, flinching as it was slapped away instantly. He couldn't see the youth's face, but he could hear the little sniffles from under the duvet and he could see the shuddering of the body underneath. "Don't touch me! You're all just crazy bastards! You only zhink about hurting ozhers! You don't zhink of anyone but yourselves! I hate you all!" the youth cried, hurling the duvet at the Engineer. While the man stumbled back, the youth jumped off the bed, his legs suddenly collapsing from underneath him. His bandaged legs had growing red spots from the reopened wounds. Although the pain was gruesome and harsh, the young Medic did not care. Crawling towards the door, he hoped the Engineer was still tangled in the sheet, so he could escape. The Medic was suddenly stopped as he was pinned to the floor by said Engineer. With the little strength he had left, he started to kick and punch as hard as he could, trying desperately to get the larger man off him. Unfortunately for the youth, nothing really helped and he only started sobbing instead. The Engineer had grabbed the weak Medic by the back of his collar, pinning his hands behind his back and keeping his chest to the floor. Despite having regretful feelings about it, he knew he couldn't just let the youth go. "Sniper! Get your ass in here and help me!" the texan called through the cracked door. Dell hoped Rick would come running to help him. The Sniper barged through the door in seconds, eyes flicking back and forth awkwardly. "Why are ya yelling, Dell-" he cut himself off once he realized how Dell was holding the Medic down. "Hold him down so I can get the tranquilizer!" Dell shouted, Rick instantly switching places with the Engineer to free him. The boy kept on sobbing, trying to get his hands free, but the Sniper was much stronger than him. For the little Medic, it almost felt like minutes had turned to hours in his frantic struggle for freedom. Dell returned with a small needle filled with a red fluid marked: TRANQ 01. "Nein, nein! I von't do it again! Hit me or anyzhing else instead! Please, anyzhing but zhat!" the youth cried, his voice filled with fear. He was shaking violently and the tears dripped to the floor. Dell knelt next to him with a sad look. He pressed the needle into the youth's vein. "I'm sorry, kiddo. It's for the best." the texan said. The boy suddenly lost the rest of his strength. His legs and arms started to feel numb and his eyes were closing on him. He just wished he would die from the drug, so he could finally find some eternal peace. In no time at all, he was sound asleep. Rick got off him and knelt next to the boy, gently picking him up and rising to his feet. Dell looked at him, having a hard time finding words for what just occurred. "I don't think I've ever seen a person so scared before." he finally said. Rick fidgeted with his sunglasses, staring back at him. "Yeah, mate. He went berserk when he laid eyes on that needle. What did the BLU team do to him? This is just….crazy." Rick replied. Dell shook his head in disgust, allowing the Sniper to put the boy down on the bed once more. "We should let him rest. He'll sleep for a couple hours thanks to that shot." Dell said, nodding towards the door. Rick excused himself, allowing Dell to set up another IV drop and heart monitor. He waited a second to watch the youth's slow and rhythmic breathing. With a heavy sigh, the Engineer exited the office and headed back to the Rec Room. 'Damn, this is going to be difficult.' he thought as he settled down for some TV.
