A/N: Sorry it's a little late… Been busy… Own nothing… This chapter is just kinda filler… It probably has no value to the story… =_=
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"Soldier!" you call, still restrained, "Soldier, find Medic!"
"What in TARNATION is going on here, soldier?" he barks, poking his head in the doorway. He stomps over to the bed and loosens the restraints on your arms.
"'M sick. But I want to fight. Medic ran off," you say, removing the last of your restraints, "I think he's in trouble. I've got to go find him." You run off through the halls, asking Spy, Soldier, and Pyro if they had seen him. They all answered negatively. You come to a screeching halt in front of his door, and hold your breath. You rap lightly on the door, "Medic?"
"Come in," you hear a distant voice tell you. You open the door, and see that the room is totally dark, no sign of life in sight. "Over here," you hear him sigh. You also hear rustling, and soon you are able to see the tall German emerge from where he had been huddled in a corner.
"Medic, are you okay?" you ask, alarmed at his disheveled appearance. Even with only the light that spills in from the hallway, you can see that he looks somehow different. Broken. "Medic?"
"Ja," he says, his voice weary, "I think I will be fine."
"I may not be a doctor, but you don't look fine," you say, running your thumb down one of the tear tracks, trying to wipe it away. He swats your hand away.
"I said I will be fine. Stop babying me," he hisses. You look at him closely, eyes narrowing, but you comply.
"In that case, get dressed. The day starts in half an hour." Medic stares pointedly down at himself, and you blush at the stupidity of your statement, realizing that he is, in fact, already dressed. "I, uh… I'll see you on the field," you say, rubbing the back of your neck as you leave.
"Mission begins in ten seconds," hisses the feminine voice, "Nine, eight."
"Are you sure you are okay to battle?" Medic asks you, blasting you with his medigun.
"I'll be fine. Stop babying me," you shoot back as the doors unlock. You run and lose Medic, ripping through the enemy line, guns blazing. You soon find yourself in the enemy intel room –worn down and exhausted. The stitches in your leg have been torn, your wound open and bleeding heavily. You sit down for a moment to catch your breath. A few seconds later, you are alarmed to find a cold metal blade pressed against your throat.
"Do not move, girl!" you hear a spy exclaim from behind you. You hear more people filing in behind him, grumbling angrily. He leans down so that his lips are grazing your ear, "It's me. I'm getting you out of here." You breathe deeply, trying to regain your composure. "Let's go," he says so that everyone can hear him, "I cannot let you escape again." He shoves you roughly to get you moving, and guides you through halls which are different from the way you came.
You are almost at your base when you see Medic and… yourself? Your eyes widen, and you see a hand holding a butterfly knife emerge. "Medic!" you call, breaking free of Spy but it is too late. "You" change into Enemy Spy as blood begins to flower out from the stab wound. Your vision goes red, and before you realize it, you're straddling Enemy Spy, punching his already-bloody face. "You. God. Damn. Son. Of. A. Bitch!" you yell between punches. He's already dead, you notice, but you just keep pummeling him, his skull thoroughly pulverized.
It isn't until you feel a large, heavy hand on your shoulder that you stop, giving in to the flood of emotions that have been dammed for so long. You start sobbing uncontrollably, allowing yourself to be pulled off of the corpse and guided back to the respawn room. There, you cry into the shoulder of the person who had guided you here, not caring who it was, nor bothering to look. "It is okay," he purrs, a German accent clear in his voice.
"Medic," you sigh, sniffling, "God, I'm so sorry…"
"Quiet," he barks, "It is my fault." You scoff. "I should never have let you go to battle today. Your infection is probably worse, now. I want you to do exactly as I say, alright?" You nod hesitantly, knowing what he was going to say. "I want you to go back to the base and sleep," he says, holding you at arms-length to look you in the eye, "Promise me."
"No," you tell him defiantly, wiping away some of the tears that haven't yet stopped, "I came here to fight in this goddammed war, I'm going to fight in it."
"No, you are going to go and sleep so that you can fight another day. Your eyes are glassy, your face is green, and you are swaying even while sitting here. You are unfit for battle. Go back to camp, now. Doctor's orders." His voice is now firm and unyielding, so you have no choice but to stand to leave, only to see spots and sit back down.
"Not going anywhere…" you mumble, shaking your head to try to clear it, "Not until I can stand up without passing out, anyway."
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Spy's great revenge plan will probably come next chapter, I just wanted to get this up… ^^;
