A/N: I own nothing.

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Medic sighs beside you. He's managed to find some blankets and to make a more or less comfortable place for you to rest until he can get out of battle for a few minutes to run you back to the main base. "I have to go. I will be back to check on you, okay?" he asks you, smiling weakly. You nod, unhappily -albeit comfortably -snuggled in the centre of the makeshift nest. You feel pathetic abandoning your team because of a little fever, not to mention your total breakdown in front of Medic -who had handled it surprisingly well. You hadn't expected such... Tenderness from the supposedly-sadistic doctor.

He stares at you for a second, then nods slowly, turning to leave. "If you need anthing, call. I'll be here," he says quietly, "Try to get some sleep while I'm out." You hear the shed door slide open and slam shut, and you know that he's gone. You sigh and close your eyes. Your head is pounding in unison with your heart, and your leg is burning as if a Pyro's Degreaser were trained on your bullet wound. Somehow, you manage to fall asleep.

A few minutes later, the cool voice of the announcer comes across the intercom. She sounds disappointed, and even a bit angry as she says "You failed!" The shed door opens, and Medic runs in, hands above his head. He stands in front of you, stance set. You open your eyes, and from between Medic's legs you see that of Enemy Spy. There is a sudden spattering of blood, and Medic crumples to a lifeless heap before you. Spy grins sadistically at you, bloody knife out. You squeeze your eyes shut and cringe. He stabs your already-aching chest, and you live just long enough to hear his smooth voice inform you that you "got blood on his suit".

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You wake up standing, but your leg quickly gives way, and you collapse. You are only mildly surprised to find yourself in the arms of Medic, who seems to have been standing behind where you fell, expecting you. "Come on, back to the nest. Just a few more rounds and it will be break time," he says softly, wrapping one of your arms around his broad shoulders so that he can support you. You limp lamely beside him, and once you're situated watch Medic walk over to the supply cabinet, rummaging around until he finds a little pink bottle.

"Drink this and take two of these," he says, tossing you the pink bottle and a second blue bottle, "The pills will take away your pain, and the pink liquid will fight the infection. I- We need you to get better, okay?" You nod and sit up, closing your eyes as white stars obscure your vision. When they clear, you open your eyes, open the blue bottle, and shake out two pills. You open the pink bottle, put the pills in your mouth, and swallow them along with the creamy pink iquid. It is sweet, and tastes of bubble gum. You sigh and lie down again, hoping that the next few rounds would be more successful. You wouldn't die, but it's annoying to be "killed" as soon as you wake up.

"Wake up. It is time to get you back to base," you hear as someone shakes you while hoisting you up. You groan and open your eyes to find that you are already at the van. Medic puts you down, and opens your door. He helps you climb into the passenger's seat, and you buckle in as he gets into the drivers sear and starts the engine. Before you even get to the base, you are asleep again. This time, you do not awaken when Medic carries you gently through the halls, careful not to jostle you. He sighs as he reaches your room and lies you down in your bed. "Gottverdammt," he mutters, "Ich liebe dich nicht."

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So... Another short chapter...

German:

God damn it, I should not love you.