I said I would do a longer chapter and I did. So here it is in all it's improvised glory! When it comes to this story I seriously just go with it and write whatever comes along, although I obviously have a rough plot in my head, with all the twists and h=the ultimate big twist that causes le Medic to go INSANE! O_o

Thank you for the reviews and I have got better, I just felt completely terrible over a couple of days X_X Now my nose is just annoying and snotty. And tomorrow I shall finally have braces fitted after going for a week with these weird pieces of metal in between my teeth that are supposed to separate them. They only put them in between my molars, but that means that when I'm eating I'm scared that they'll fall out and I'll choke. (Thank you Happy Tree Friends! Even though I still bloody love you like bloody bloody blood blood).

So here it is, chapter 14, now go on and read and don't forget to review! I would like to make it 40 or more reviews when before I post the next chapter. That's right, 40 or more reviews and you get the next chapter, or you DIE O_O Just pineappling about the dying part... Or am I? O_o

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Felix tightened his hold on his book, 'The Surgeon's Guide to the Battlefield', as he stared at the page marked 'How to Amputate Under Extreme Pressure'. He shifted his form on his makeshift bed, a hand reaching back to adjust his jacket which he had neatly folded to from a makeshift pillow. Fidgeting until he was comfortable, he focused his attention once more to his book, ignoring the sad faces staring at him from the bunk beds. He couldn't get his shaking hands under control as one of the boys got up and began walking toward him. Pretending to ignore Ben, he simply turned away slightly and flipped a page.

"Look, Felix," Ben began, a hand reaching behind him and scratching his neck, " I dunno what you saw back there, but I'm sorry about Joe and… and the fact that I didn't tell you about the side effects."

Felix continued to stare at the page, trying to focus on the words, but he couldn't. He gently shut the book and turned away from his friend, looking blankly at the window.

"Felix, I just hey!-" the Bostonian was cut off as a much bigger form pushed him roughly aside before kneeling down next to the German.

" Felix, you are little baby, like all these other babies," Ivan started, causing the German to frown at what relevance his point was, " but you are different. You come from bad home, so we do not understand what is like. We are stupid like that, and we are sorry."

Ivan placed a massive hand on the German's side in apology, and Felix contemplated on what to say. Ben craned his neck in order to see over the bulk of the Russian whilst the others watched on, ignoring the baseball game on the television.

"No, Ivan," the German began, earning a lean-in from everyone, "I'm s-sorry for making s-such a fuss over i-it. They are, a-after all, my p-personal problems and sh-should be dealt with b-by myself."

Practically jumping on the Russian, Felix shakily hugged his friend, a giant hand patting the smaller form on the back comfortingly. The German looked up to see his friends smiling warmly at him, Ben ruffling his hair playfully.

"That's the spirit!"

"Yeah, well done Felix, you actually managed to make Ben miss his baseball game." Keith chuckled, to which the Bostonian responded with a panicked cry as he spun around and lost his balance, face planting the floor to everyone's amusement.

"But really, monsieur, you should have been apologising for acting like such a little bitch this entire time. You had everyone, excluding myself, worried sick for you." Patrice casually said as the laughter died down, only to be slapped around the head by Keith, who heartily laughed as the Frenchman joined the American on the floor. Felix, seeing the two teens tangled together on the floor, slowly formed a smile on his lips, before he too joined the laughter.

"Hey," Ivan said, "you are laughing." And to that Felix simply laughed harder.

"Nice observation." Patrice sarcastically replied once he was free from the Bostonian, his tie hanging loose and formally clean and smooth jacket crumpled and dusty.

The laugher dies down with the help of Ben, who was very distressed over the fact that he couldn't hear the commentators. Felix sat back down on his makeshift bed with the Russian, and opened his book which he had bookmarked, thankfully. A large finger pointed to a diagram of the two steps it took to amputate a leg.

"What does that say?" Ivan asked, and Felix sighed.

"It is a d-diagram of how to a-amputate a leg, although I th-think there are more s-steps to it."

The first picture was of a leg with a fairly large comical looking bite taken out of it accompanied by a hand carrying a bonesaw in the top right of the picture. The second picture was of the bonesaw slicing through the leg, an arrow pointing to it and saying 'Cut Here'. Felix rolled his eyes at the stupid simplicity of such a complicated procedure.

"Could you amputate leg?" Ivan said.

"I g-guess so. After all, I h-have been interested in th-the m-medical world for most of my l-life."

"Hmm, so if I am in big trouble, you could help me out and make me better?"

"If y-you are talking about on th-the battlefield then y-yes I could."

"And in return I protect you from puny babies. That way, we both credit to team."

"Are y-you talking about a p-parternship?"

"Da, what do you say?" the Russian said, holding out his hand.
"I g-guess it could w-work. Ya." A small smile formed on the German's face as his hand was engulfed by the other's larger one as they shook, forming their deal.

There was a sudden knock on the door, causing the whole room to tense up.

"Yeah, enter." Ben casually said, as the door slowly creaked open and a pair of shiny purple high heels elegantly stepped in, followed by the smooth figure of the Administrator as she entered the room. In her right hand she carried a long case, which attracted the attention of Felix.

"Good afternoon, everyone, and I am sure that you are all questioning the contents of this case I am supposed to deliver to you. More specifically, Mr. Klauss here."

Felix hesitantly stood up and took the case from the woman, who's bored expression remained plastered on her aging features.

"As you have guessed, boy, it is your violin, which your father managed not to break after your departure. Now I must be off, as I have some rather exciting papers I need to file." Her voice dripped sarcasm as the door clicked shut behind her, leaving Felix standing there, face turning red as the group focused their eyes on him.

"You play the violin?" George asked from the top bunk, hand tuning his guitar.

"Y-ya. I took l-lessons ever since I w-was 6. My f-father wanted me to b-be a musician." Felix replied, making his way to the desk, where he placed the case on the aged wood. With a click he flipped up the black lid to reveal a simple violin in almost pristine condition.

"Is like little baby guitar." Ivan said as him, Keith, Ben and Patrice crowded around to have a look.

"N-not exactly, as f-for one you h-hold it like th-this," the German explained as he raised the instrument up before placing the end of the body on his chin, "and y-you play it like th-this."

Carefully putting the violin down on the desk, he took out the bow from the case and tightened the horse hairs before promptly returning the violin to his neck. He put the bow on the strings and dragged it across, producing a very unappealing sound. Sighing, he did it again, and to his delight a more musical note was produced, making the group gasp in delight. They took a couple of steps back as Felix continued to play a memorised song, with every stroke of the bow making the sound more beautiful and relaxing.

The German closed his eyes as his bow glided over the strings with ease, the music produced placing the whole room in a trance-like state of wonder. The gentle sound of a guitar could be heard in background as George improvised, his notes fitting Felix's beautiful tune perfectly. The music echoed around the room elegantly, the sounds silencing the group for a couple of minutes before the inevitable end. The last violin notes faded away as Felix slowly opened his eyes, to see the group in complete awe at what he had done.

"I know I-I'm a bit r-rusty." He said as he carefully placed the violin and bow back into their case, clicking shut the sleek black lid as he turned to meet the wide eyed group.

"You're kiddin', right?" Ben asked, surprised.

"W-what do you m-mean?"

"That is what ya call rusty? That was incredible!" the Bostonian's arms went up to emphasize the last word as Felix winced in surprise at this sudden gesture.

"I must agree with your American friend, monsieur, it was 'incredible', even though it was ruined by that stupid guitar."

"Hey, I was simply tryin' to add more depth and feelin' to his music!" George said in defence, pointing an accusing finger at the snarky Frenchman.

"Hold it, you to," Keith intercepted, "Felix was good, and his song wasn't made any worse with that guitar in the background. So you just pipe down, you bloody French bounce."

Patrice simply snorted before taking out a cigarette and his lighter, flicking the mechanism to produce a glowing amber flame.

"Hey! No smokin' in here. Not after last time." Ben said as Patrice casually walked out, his pose arrogant as he flipped off Ben before swiftly slammed the door and ran down the hall.