Scout woke up in the morning with a splitting headache. He could see Medic bustling about on the other side of the room, opening and closing cabinets.

"Hey Doc, what's up?" He said, sitting up.

Medic smiled and turned to Scout. "Good morning, Scout. How are you feeling?" he asked.

Scout grinned. "Like I can do anything!" he exclaimed.

"Zat's good. After you eat, zen you can practice walking."

"HECK YEAH!"

Scout ate in a hurry, Medic had brought him some pancakes, cooked earlier that morning by Engineer.

When he was finished, Scout smiled at the Engineer and Medic, who both stood by his bed. "I'm ready now. Can we go outside?"

Engineer nodded. "I think you're ready, son."

Medic led the two outside and to an open space behind the building. Engineer set Scout down on a crate and pulled a few more over for him and Medic.

Medic handed Scout the crutches, and he used them to stand up on his good leg. Scout placed the prosthetic on the ground, putting a little bit of pressure on it. He grimaced. "Ah crap, this hurts." He mumbled, applying more pressure.

He took a small step forwards on his good leg, supporting himself with the crutches. "Yo, hardhat, why is this thing so heavy?" he whined.

Engineer smiled sympathetically. "Sorry son, you'll get used to it. It'll take a while for your leg to fully accept that your shin's gone- it's used to taking a lot less weight."

Scout shuffled the prosthetic leg forward across the dirt, making another face.

"Scout, you're doing very well for your first day with ze prosthetic." Medic complimented.

"Thanks, Doc. You think I'll ever be able to run again?"

Medic looked from Scout to Engineer and back again.

"Uhm..." He busied himself by adjusting his tie.

"Doc?"

"Ja?"

"You never answered my question."

Engineer chuckled.

"Fine. Scout, I don't know."

"Whaddaya' mean, you don't know?"

"It means I do not know."

Scout glared at him. "Why not? Either I can or I can't! Which is it?"

Medic mumbled something in German.

"What?"

"Nein, haben Sie nicht."

"English, Doc."

"No, Scout! I highly doubt you vill be able to run ever again!"

Scout looked hurt. "But..."

"Aber nichts! You von't be able to run, Scout."

Tears leaked out of Scout's eyes, streaming down his face. "Engie?" he turned to the Texan. "What do you think?"

"I- I'm not a doctor, son." He didn't want to be stuck in the middle of this argument- he hated arguments.

"But what do you think?"

"...I'm not sure, but there might be a chance." Engineer said.

"Really?!" Scout looked up, his expression changing.

"I said there's a chance, not that you will for sure."
"Awesome!"

Medic frowned. "He said zere is a chance- a small one. Scout, even if you are able to run, I do not think..." Engineer cut him off with a glare.

Medic sat down on a box, watching the Engineer help Scout walk across the dirt a few times using the crutches as support.