It was just another day in Teufort, bloody bits of people were raining down from the Heavens after a well placed sticky-bomb detonated. The BLU team was winning, and was, quite brutally, obliterating the REDs. The battle eventually ended in an embarrassing defeat for the REDs, who weren't totally there. Needless to say, the team pretty much avoided each other for the rest of the day.

Sniper had disappeared somewhere outside, Heavy was asleep on the couch, Pyro was drawing a picture of some sort of bubble-monster, Medic locked himself in the Medbay, Soldier was in his room, Engineer was in his workshop, Scout was off jogging, Demo was making some food in the kitchen, and Spy was off doing whatever a spy does.

Medic suddenly got this feeling, like something was wrong, and decided to investigate. He searched the base but nothing particularly bad was happening, besides Heavy's snoring, so he decided to look outside.

Scout wasn't dead, and Spy could escape if something bad happened. The only remaining person was Sniper, and Medic really didn't want to see him, but it was his job to keep his team from dying, so he still went off to find him.

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Medic eventually found Sniper, but not in a state Medic hoped to find him in. He was sprawled out in the shade of a rock, with a dart sticking out of his neck. He was unconscious and shivering with a really high fever. Medic immediately rushed over and focused the Medigun on him as he pulled the dart out. The tip was laced with a fine blue powder.

"Who's there?" Sniper grunted as the Medigun enveloped him in its healing rays.

"It's just me." Medic placed his hand on Sniper's shoulder. "Don't worry, you'll be fine."

"Who else?"

Medic looked around, "Nobody else is here."

"But I hear them." Sniper's heart began racing, and his chest was raising and lowering faster and faster.

"Calm down. There is nobody else here." Medic pulled him up onto his back and half-carried-half-dragged Sniper back to base.

Once they were safely in the Medbay, the Medic began diagnosis. He was certain whatever was plaguing his teammate came from whatever was on the dart. The problem was to figure out what exactly that powder was. It was a practical problem, so he needed someone who excelled in solving them.

… Do I even need to go on?

Engineer was just as puzzled when it came to the foreign substance, but was determined to figure it out.

Heavy walked in to see what the fuss was about, and was told to move Sniper from one bed to another, because the other was closer to the equipment. He went to move Sniper, and was greeted by a fist to the face. Sniper quickly jumped up and ran out, beating off anyone who tried to stop him. Eventually he disappeared into God-knows-where.

"We'll go after him, you keep working on that." Medic called to the Engineer as he ran in hot-pursuit of Sniper, dragging the Demo behind him.

Demo was surprised by the speed and stamina of the Medic, he could understand Sniper was going so fast because he was in a panic, but he had no idea that Medic was capable of moving so fast. It was actually quite impressive.

Eventually they came to a dead end and couldn't find Sniper.

"Dang…" Demoman was out of breath, "I didn't know ye could run that fast."

"Practice. Where'd he go?" Medic looked around frantically.

"I don't see what the big deal is, won't respawn fix 'im up?"

"No, respawn fixes injuries, not illness. That's why I'm here."

"Good thing ya told me that 'fore I did something stupid…"

"You're welcome. Did you see where he went?"

"No, I-AGHHHH!" Demo suddenly cried out. His head was snapped back by Sniper.

Sniper lunged for Medic, but was stopped by a syringe to the face. It was filled with a tranquillizer of sorts, and Sniper was now temporarily paralyzed, but conscious.

"Ugh, that was more difficult than it should've been." Medic grunted as he began dragging Sniper back to the Medbay.

"Doc, that you?" Sniper grunted, snapping out of his panic.

"Yes, dummkopf."

"What's going on?"

"You've been poisoned, we'll fix you soon, don't worry."

Sniper slipped out of consciousness, and awoke strapped to a bed in the Medbay. He started panicking again, attempting to attack anyone who came close. Well, less attacking, more biting. Long story short, Medic ended up strapping his head to the bed too.

The restraints kept him from moving, but caused him to panic even more. He started babbling incoherently, and screamed frequently.

"I've never seen anything like it doc, it targets the Amygdala and temporal lobe, and, in the words of Scout, causes them to go nuts." Engineer said as he worked over a microscope. "Whoever did this is a genius."

"Yes, but have you found anything to reverse it?"

"No, but maybe if ya'd stop running around like a chicken with its head cut off and helped me, we'd be able to finish faster."

"I-" Medic was cut off by the heart moniter starting to beep louder and louder. Sniper was struggling, trying to break out of the restraints. Medic gave him a shot of morphine, and he relaxed almost instantly.

"Said something 'bout voices, right?"

"Yes."

"Poor guy; must be horrifying."

Little was said for the rest of the night, Medic had passed out in a chair, and Engineer was steadily working on the poison. At about 4 AM, Sniper regained consciousness, and started freaking out. It was worse than the other times too, he nearly broke the restraints with his flailing. A little later, after some more morphine was administered, Engineer fell asleep, and all was quiet until about 8 o'clock in the morning.

It was Saturday, so nobody bothered waking up at the usual time. When everyone did wake up, they noticed a couple of things. 1; Sniper had broken out of the restraints. 2; There was a significant lack of weaponry.

Needless to say, the day was going to suck.