He was passing the spare quarters when he heard it. A sound he had become familiar with when respawn had first come online and everyone was getting adjusted to it. Oh yes he knew that sound fairly well. Medic hummed and pushed the door open, stepping inside to click the door shut behind him. It was late and there was no need for the others to come and investigate; especially Spy, Medic thought with a scowl.

Of course he knew what the situation was, having been there earlier that night. Miss Pauling had arrived earlier that week to investigate their base and settling. Also to poke her nose into their business but she wasn't being as blunt about it as the Director was and backed off to simply watch when on their off hours. Tonight however the team had decided to 'relax'; Medic scoffed, more like beat each other up and then make his morning complete hell. Yes, the team had brought out the vastly and well hidden alcohol of various nationalities and types and everyone went to town, so to speak. Including the little Pauling.

So now of course late at night after the rest of them had either passed out or went out to get rowdy somewhere little Miss Pauling was alone in her room barfing her little liver up. Medic tutted. Her body was far too small to be able to ingest as much as he had seen her take down and he figured she'd be there a while if she already hadn't, so to be the gentleman that he knew he was, others saying be damned, he walked to the private bath and rapped on the door, leaning his head in close.

"Miss Pauling? May I come in?"

A half sob half hacking sound was his reply and he shook his head, breathing through his nose before turning the knob slowly and after a brief pause to see if she could retort or not, let himself in. She was where he figured she would be, hunched over the toilet and paler than normal from the dehydration. Her shoes and glasses were around her on the floor and her hair more frazzled than he had ever seen it. After a particularly hard retch and a choke to keep herself somewhat together, Medic sighed.

"Oh fräulein…" he whispered, kneeling down next to her and tugging the band from her hair, smoothing it back and retying it into a loose bun. "You are a silly thing, aren't you?" he hummed when she just whimpered and took in shaky breaths to try and calm her body.

With a shake of his head, Medic stood up and took the cup from the sink that she used to clean her mouth out when brushing her teeth and rinsed it out before pouring some tap water into it. Kneeling back down he offered it to her.

"Come now Miss Pauling, get rid of that awful taste and let's get you to bed. Do you think your stomach has settled, hm?" When he got a slow nod he hummed and handed her the cup and watched placidly as she swished the liquid around and spat it into the toilet. A couple more times and the sound of flushing filled the room.

"Wunderbar, fräulein." he smiled and helped her to her feet, allowing her to lean against him wearily. He didn't mind too much and even petted her hair to help comfort her even more.

Step by careful step, they made it out of the bathroom and to her bed where he pulled back the covers before allowing her to gracelessly flop onto the mattress. Miss Pauling groaned wearily and Medic hummed contently as he lifted the blanket over her and gently tucked her in. When it seemed that she had fallen into a content enough slumber he ran his hand down her arm before leaning over to place a chaste kiss to her temple.

"süße Träume Liebling." he whispered before straightening and taking his leave, just as quiet as he came.