Chapter Twenty!
~RED BASE~
Not one of the REDs knew how much time had gone by- all nine of them had passed out.
The Heavy, over his sandvich rush, woke first. He glanced sheepishly around the red-with-blood RED base and unconscious teammates. Conflicted, he wandered away to find more food.
Several silent minutes drifted on before, conveniently, the Medic blinked awake next, sitting up with a low groan.
Sighing, as he was being overworked recently, the doctor rummaged through the base (stopping to barf twice) until locating his medigun. Mercifully the thing was undamaged. On his weary trip back he heard the Scout dizzily state;
"I feel light-headed…" before the kid fainted again. The Medic muttered a little German to himself then began the irritating and degrading task of healing himself.
Soon recovering, after some awkward poses and medigun placements, the Medic grabbed the nearest RED- the Pyro. He dragged it onto the table, mounting his medigun on the Engineer-designed rack above. Activating the healing beam the Medic patiently fixed the Pyro's squished throat and other injuries.
Upon waking the Pyro fell off the table and landed upside down in a beer crate. The Medic made a 'tsk' and walked to his next patient, the Scout.
He didn't seem to have any blood.
"Hm," the Medic strode casually to the stuck Pyro and borrowed some of its blood, until the Scout had woken too. Both healed men were forced to start tidying the base as the Medic got to work on the Soldier's spine. He had to use some unusual substitutes for his spinal cord (as a surprising amount of it was missing) but he made it work. Next he saved the Demoman's neck with little trouble and patched up the Engineer and Sniper's wounds.
Finally everyone helped to carve the Spy from where he was embedded in the wall, and the Medic then eventually managed to repair all the broken bones. He gave a start when he noticed the Heavy sitting at the table, chillin' like he owned it.
"How long've you been zhere?"
The Heavy shrugged, smiling and sniffing loudly. Mildly concerned for their lives, the mercs casually armed themselves, melee weapons in hand.
"Hey," the Heavy said abruptly, "remember when we had good base? Not like this shed." The team nodded, fearful of where he was going with this. "We should get that base back." He finished.
Ooh, how they lost the old base and ended up in this hole. That story may require some explanation.
Oh look! Plot! :D
Never thought that would happen! Double updates are fun :3
Thanks for reading and stuff!