Chapter Eleven: Scars.

Her shoulders were tensed. Her knuckles grew white as they clenched on Milo's shoulders, and her face was stained white and drained of colour by the voice that had devoured her and consumed all off her body and feelings in there voice. That voice. It sounded familiar; It was dark and husky, the kind that paralyses you in such a good way you want to fall into there arms and be close to them and feel there skin on yours.

Healer shivered, she turned slowly to look back at the person behind them and her eyes glided over the windows masked by shadows contouring there panes and her heart in her mouth as she set her eyes closer to the person. Her eyes landed on someone, a tall, dark and blackened figure by the shadows hanging over them and the cold breeze kissing there bodies gently but yet, so sweetly awful. Her eyes met the stern Sapphire blue orbs that burned into hers, a pair of strong hands shoved deeply into black pockets and there black hair scuffed up and pointy. She didn't move. She didn't do anything but sink further into herself inside and feel her heart hit the floor and splat between them.

''Healer.'' He said, almost as if the sound was brand new and questionable on his tongue.

''Medic.'' She huskily replied.

And there he was. He stood there with a stern ego and his figure leant up against the window pane and his electric blue orbs buzzing through her body and his expression vexed, but it was puzzled into a broken puzzle board that none of them knew how to piece together. She felt cold and stiff and frozen and he smiled softly, his specks placed neatly into his pocket and his pale expression haunting Healer the more she stared.

''Vat are jou doing here?'' He asked.

Her tongue was knotted as well as her vocal chords, the words she wanted to see splitting up and parting before she could piece them together and say what she wanted to say.

Come on Healer! You have been missing for fuck knows how long, and all you do is stare?! She thought, and her lips curled down into a frown and her eyes were stinging with tears.

''I-I...'' Healer couldn't speak.

''Lost for vords? I vould be if jour boss-technically-vas standing before jou vith so many questions as to vhere jou vent.'' His voice had raised slightly-it had went from a soft delightful coo, to a dangerous and growling hissing anguish.

Healer flinched, her shoulder drawing in as she raised her head taller and her eyes didn't blink at all. ''Jou don't need to know.'' She said.

''I do deserve to know. And who is zhat?'' He pointed something sharp and small to Milo, the tip glistening in the small light that flickered above them.

She could see his face though the light flicks, the small purple and greyish circles underneath his eyes made her heart boom loudly and his messy appearance made her want to just curl up and hide. What had this done to him?

''Z-Zhis is a fruende, Do-I-I mean, um...Medic.'' Healer didn't want to say the name she used to call him when she was in want of him, her feelings stretching out of her skin to go crazy and go for it, but she never ever dared to overstep her boundary. ''He means no harm. He's quite shy actually.''

''Hmm. I can see zhat.'' Medic replied with a sinister grunt.

His foot stepped out, then his body followed as he walked into the light and his features were luminous enough for Healer to see that he had blood speckles staining his freshly ironed shirt. His chin had some thrown up the side of t, while his hands had a little more to contour them with the dark coloured liquid. Milo squeaked softly behind Healer, and as natural as it came, she hushed him and pushed him right behind her where he hid.

Medic laughed lightly as she did so, his eyes catching the light and shining like diamonds, ''Am I zhat scary?''

''Nein, jour not.'' Healer retorted. ''Jour far from scary.''

''H-Healer...'' Milo whispered in her ear softly, his hand tugging her shirt. ''Za case.''

''I know Milo, just...Wait.'' She hissed.

Her attention didn't leave Medic, who had managed to step close to them and push them back closer to the wall were they were caged in by him.

''Bitte. Don't come near, or I vill hurt jou.'' The words stung her tongue, and her mind screamed at her for saying such a cruel harmful and toxic threat to the onw who had always been there for her. Whenever she was hurt in the field, he was there by her side and would never leave it, glued himself to it just to make sure she made it through. He was there when she spoke about herself before joining the industry and held her when she cried about her father until she couldn't cry no more and it was just soft, pathetic little weeps that made no sense. And he was there for her when she felt as if she was floating in her own mind through the hard sadness and trauma she had when she had came close to having her life-extender ripped out of her.

He never left-he never even tried to leave the lab when she said for him to-he would just make up some excuse to stay despite her saying she was fine and that she could manage, but he would have none of it. She felt contorted into a little girl again at times, because he never showed compassion towards her while he stayed with her through recovery; And perhaps it was a hard bend for her to get around without crashing into a wall and smashing herself up because she couldn't understand why he didn't show that yearning compassion she practically begged for. It was hard. The trauma of ripping herself away from her past to come to the industry scarred her more then she thought, sometimes she even forced herself just to remember why she came here just to make sure she would never ever forget because the guilt fo doing so would most likely kill her.

''So, I come here to help,'' Medic spoke softly again, the scalpel he held pointed down to the floor beside his left leg, ''And jou tell me zhat jou vill hurt me? I vould never zhought I vould hear my own assistant-my own team mate-vant to bring pain my vay.''

''It's not like zhat...I-I can't say.'' Healer pleaded, her eyes filling with tears so she couldn't see his stern face through the ripples. She scuffed them away, her head turned away gently from his view. Milo's hand had gripped her strap on her bag as she watched Medic step closer and the scent waft off him of fresh linen mixed with an aroma or iron. It was strong and it burned the back of her throat with it's gripping tone, her voice barely able to come out smoothly.

''Vhy can't jou say? Jou vere in zhat battle ages ago, Healer. And yet here jou are, standing in front of me as a full figure and not just some schupid illusion I see in mien lab.'' His voice was smooth, but it shook when he said 'illusion', a rumble around the room that made her body feel like it would shatter and break.

''It hasn't been zhat long surely.'' Healer replied, her hand reaching into her back of her bag, her fingers swiping around the silk interior for her one saw. She couldn't focus her panting to something slower, her hands were to frail and jittered to feel for anything and her head was spinning with her stomach doing flips like a gymnast.

''It has. Jou vouldn't zhink it's been nearly a month since jou vanished. Jou vere zhere and Zhen I lost jou. Vere did jou go?'' Medic asked, his domineering steps pushing them both against the wall fully and Healer's face inches away from his. Se shifted as Milo bit his lip, her hands flailing over something cold and razor sharp.

Careful, it's sharp. Her inner conscious spoke sarcastically, but yet it was no lie she was begging for something sharp to cut her neck into a long line so it would bleed with such a cherry red she wouldn't have anyone coming for her for whatever reason. She didn't even realise at first, but she found herself tipping her head back gently for Medic to graze it along her pumping vein that he would always spot when she was stressed over work.

''Jou vorry to much stress Kopf.'' He mocked filing the team's paperwork in the shelf's after a long, hot and dreadful dragging mission and countless surgeries.

''Not as much as jou Herr Doctor. I have seen jour stress levels and zhey go over nein-thousand!'' She replied with a smile and she couldn't help but stare at that smile of his he had printed on his lips. It sent shudders down her spine when he smiled, a sensation of falling into those staircase teeth that she wanted to walk and float down, an easeful walk in his park to his garden step was what she wanted and tried to drench in thick blackness so she couldn't ever have high hopes for it again.

''Nonsense. Jour speaking another language mien stress Kopf.''

Healer hated the memory. She wanted to burn it to ashes that she would smell and intoxicate herself with just to know that it didn't even matter anymore about what they had or what she had or what they did. It was, of course, pointless and stupid of her to think that she would ever have any happiness in a place that was so dark, dangerous and un-caring.

Her fingers wrapped around the handle of the bone saw, the black button drifting near her thumb like a panther waiting it's chance to pounce at her touch. She was going to regret this-she was going to pay for this too; Her hands swiped it out of the slit in the bag, raising it to his neck where his main artery was positioned perfectly at the tip of the bone saw's greedy lips. Her hands were steady, still like a statue poised for a perfect photo that would soon be covered in her own lover's blood. It wasn't a vendetta, how could it be? It was more of a warning sign for him to step back.

''Bitte, Doctor.'' Healer spoke steady, her voice under control. ''I vill hurt jou. If jou zhink I am kidding, I am not.''

Medic clenched his jaw, the right side clicking slightly from the time where he got his in the face by an enemy Sniper's kukri so hard that Healer had to stitch and fix the bone tissue back together again. He looked angry, fuming enough to create a bloodbath in this very room with each of there own splattered along the walls.

''Zhen do it.'' He said. Just like that. Blunt and cold and un-caring. ''Do it.''

Healer froze over and her body shifted out of itself; He didn't just say that did he? He didn't really want her to did he? She had no problem pulling the trigger on a enemy team, but her own secret crush and team mate? That was like killing herself despite not wanting to die, but just wanting that plagueful piece of domineering worthless sadness inside of her to just leave her be. Killing him. She would say gladly that doing that would be killing a piece of herself that never actually got the chance to grow.

A small grin formed on Medic's face, his lips curling up into a smile and his eyes zooming in like camera's on her skin. She felt as if she would be set alight under his gaze, her hand's loosening there grip on the handle.

''Vat?'' He said. ''Can jou not do it?''

Healer bit her lip.

''H-Healer...We-We should really get going.'' Milo whispered in her ear, and as if easily as ever, she blanked them both out.

She snuffed out Medic's awful chuckle. She strangled Milo's slim and soft voice to nothing. She blocked the blood rushing through her ears off with the sound of her heart booming out of her chest into nothing but a dull thump she barely wanted to feel. And then she crushed out the humming off the vent and the lights blaring dimly like a lonely lamppost in a dark lonely street; Curling up inside of her in front of danger-it was like curling up in front of a train that she hated. She hated trains for a reason of course, but that's all she could hear in her head; Screaming wheels scuttering against the tracks, the carriages bashing against the structure they were set on, the sound of the horn howling into the fresh chilly dark sky's with stars winking at it with there tears hidden by the clouds drifting past.

Remember, remember, remember.

Her head was about to crack and spilt open at the pain or all the hate she held back for each and every one of her team mates; But more so, Medic was in the front row first. She hated him for ignoring all the times she needed someone to lean on. She hated all the times where she would help and he would forget to even bother to notice. She hated all the times were he would laugh with Miss. Pauling and not her after there last battle before she the one where she disappeared. And she hated, with such a hot bruning passion that burned in her stomach, for everyone she had ever known leaving her when she needed them. She was begging for them, but she bit her tongue until she felt her mouth fill blood and she couldn't feel any ease and she gasped for a breath that never seemed to come quick enough before flat-lining mentally.

A pit of loneliness; She had enough of it.

Her hand drew across his neck in a blind rage, the steel slicing through the skin as the blood begun to gush out of the lips of the wound she wanted to suck on and watch him wither beneath her, to feel his need for her to help him like he did on the field. She wouldn't even bother, she would just climb on him and enjoy such a sensation to feel touching against her. She wouldn't do anything, but just sit there and watch and try to find out of the satisfaction had been satisfied.

His hand had grabbed the wound as his back arched backward, his hand reaching out and grabbing her lab coat between his pale fingers. She stood there, her body crocked and frozen as he felt onto the floor and his head connected with the tiles, a loud thump emitting from it. She didn't even flinch, she just stared down as he rolled around and coughed out the spurts of blood onto the tiles like dots on a perfect painting. The bone saw was barely in her grasp, just inches away from loosing it's grip in hers.

Milo watched intrigued, his eyes just peering over her shoulder with his hands to his mouth biting his nails and a soft squeal drifting out of his lips softly. Medic had stained the tiles with his blood, the sticky red substance dropping into the creases like wax melting into a wide squared pan and settling and morphing together. Healer bent down, her knee cracking horribly and her fingers dropping the bone saw as an alarm begun to ring in the intel room.

Milo gasped, his eyes searching for the source of the eerie ringing as Healer took Medic's head in hers and brought it up to her lips. She didn't bring them close enough to touch, but just a few inches away so she could feel his hot breath against her lips, forming over them like hot condensation on steamy windows.

Her tongue rode along her own lips, the blood pooling in drips of heavenly honey stretching and glooping together on his chin and jaw and puddling down his clean white line shirt, out from his own as she whispered in his ear,; ''Es tut mir leid.''

Healer's note: Sorry this chapter took awhile to piece together, I recently injured my hand and stress levels are doing my head in. But despite that, Ii have to improve these chapters or I will only hate this whole thing and force myself into writing work Ii don't even like. Thanks for reading.