Scout contemplated whether or not to get the keys to unlock the chains or hightail his ass outta there. After all, RED Engie could probably get him out.
Scout grinned deviously as he waddled like a little duck down the hallway. Hopefully those BLU bastards were heavy sleepers. He inched his way down the hall and slowly towards the door. The time this was taking was agonizing. Why'd he let those dumbasses catch him in the first place? He yanked the door open in front of him and stood, eyes closed, letting the sunlight hit him. The warmth was wonderful compared to the chilly air-conditioned kitchen Scout had to spend the night in.
The RED leaned against the doorway and relaxed for a few moments before quietly shutting the door and getting on his way. A few times, Scout attempted to jog, but that almost always resulted with falling and scraping up his elbows and palms in the process. Scout's arms were beginning to burn. Sniper would always get on the Bostonian's case for not wearing sunscreen, and when Scout denied it, he'd always end up with sunburns on his nose, cheeks and arms.
He missed Sniper. And Engie. He missed everyone. Scout had only been gone a day. In that time he had been extensively mistreated by the BLU team. The RED never wanted to leave his team again, no matter how much of an asshole any member could be. At least they tolerated him.
Scout scowled at the newfound sentiment for his teammates. He was almost home. Not much longer until Engineer could get him out of the cuffs, which were now getting hotter and hotter around his wrists. Seeing the sun was maybe great at first, but now it fuckin' sucked. He slid the chains from down his forearms a bit to see if they'd begun to burn him where they had been resting the whole time. His wrists were red, but it wasn't too bad.
The RED building steadily approached him. Sweat had begun to drip into his slightly bloody cuts and made them sting a bit. Scout couldn't wait for them to be patched up.
The door finally stood in front of him. The Bostonian gripped the handles and pulled.
Locked. Another one? Dammit.
He began to pound on the door violently. He whacked the shackles against the thick metal for almost two straight minutes. Giving up, he slid to the gravelly floor next to the doorframe. Occasionally, Scout would bang on the door again, in the hopes that someone would finally heed his calls. Suddenly, after an agonizing half hour, Engineer swung the door open, scaring Scout.
"Scout!?"
Their eyes met excitedly.
"Thank God yer alright, boy," Engineer sighed in relief, "We w're all worried about ya."
Scout almost burst into tears at the sight of the Texan. He didn't, though, for fear of losing his manliness. Sniper stepped out from behind Engineer.
"Where 'ave you bloody been?!" Sniper seemed quite shocked.
"The fuckin' BLUs got me," Scout huffed, getting to his feet with the help of Engineer, "They had me chained up to a goddamn table all night. Didn't sleep at all."
"They didn't keep ya in the cells?" Engie looked at Scout in question.
"Nah. I was there first but then their fuckin' zombie Medic killed the BLU Engineer right in front of me," Scout shuddered at the remembrance of that gruesome occurrence. He heard Engineer let out a shuddering sigh at the sound of that. There wouldn't be much fighting for quite a while.
"An' then that's when they locked me up in the fuckin' kitchen."
"Did they hurt ya?" the Texan asked.
Scout shook his head.
"Nope. I just got all cut up on the way back here. Kept on fallin' an' shit."
Scout shuffled in and made his way to the infirmary with the other two. No use asking what was up with Sniper's hand. That much was pretty obvious.
"We'll patch ya up and get ya outta them chains here real quick," Engineer smiled. One thing that was odd to Scout was the fact that they hadn't asked where the BLU medicine box Scout knew had arrived had come from. They silently approached the double doors and before Scout had even had the chance to step in, the RED Medic had pounced off the table, dashed to the doors and leaped onto Scout. The youngster screeched and struggled to inch out from under the man.
"What the hell!?" he cried. The man held him to the ground and eyed him over.
Faster than Scout- or Sniper and Engineer, for that matter- could blink, Medic was yanking Scout's still-cuffed arm up to his face. Small, slightly bloody cuts from the gravel dotted his hand. Maybe that's what Medic wanted? Who fucking knew. The Nazi had always been insane, but this was something else. Medic was sitting on Scout, keeping him pinned while the doctor kept a firm grip on his forearm, eyeing his hand almost hungrily for but a moment. Scout's other arm was dangling beneath the one Medic held, stuck there from the chains. Sniper and Engineer were now rushing to Scout's aid.
"Get off!" Scout kicked.
His eyes widened into saucers all of a sudden. Medic had just sunk his teeth into Scout's hand. Blood poured from the wounds and the doctor began thirstily drinking it up. Scout's eyes welled with tears as the sudden pain grew worse.
Engineer shoved the German to the ground and pinned him with his boots. Sniper grabbed and stood Scout up before leading him to one of the examination tables.
The RED Spy seemed to have been attracted by the sound and wandered in. He froze at the sight of a shaking Scout, metal-handed Sniper and a screeching Medic, whose face was covered in blood. Sniper had now left the Bostonian's side and dashed down the hall to Engineer's workplace. He came running back with a pair of handcuffs in his human hand. Medic had almost escaped from beneath Engineer right when the Aussie arrived.
"We ain't got no time to waste!" Engineer hollered, "Hurry!"
Sniper obeyed and, as quickly as possible, restrained the seething doctor's right wrist. It had been just their luck that Medic's bolted-to-the-floor working table was almost next to the doorway. There wasn't much to chain him to in the infirmary, so that would have to do.
Sniper slid the cuffs around the table leg and attached it to Medic's other arm.
The doctor hissed and grimaced furiously. Sniper noticed the flatness of the doctor's teeth. He would have had to bite Scout really quite hard to draw that much blood.
The youngest mercenary sniveled and stared as Medic raged and yanked against the chains like an extremely angry dog. Spy had snuck over next to Scout amidst the wild commotion.
"I see zhat you could use some help, oui?" Spy asked, pointing a gloved hand at the chains that were still around Scout's limbs. The Bostonian nodded, still in a bit of shock after his warm welcome back to the base.
The Frenchman dug around in his pockets for the special lockpick he carried along with him.
"Ah, yes. Here ve are," he said, holding up the slim metal slice. Soon enough, the chains around Scout's wrists and ankles clattered to floor.
"Thanks man." Scout smiled shakily.
By then, Engineer had shoved a gag in Medic's mouth to cease the horrid screeches. Now, the victim just stared worriedly at his still-bleeding arm. He remembered the BLU zombie Medic and the vial of solutes that he had given his Medic with regret.