Hi everyone ^.- happy new year!!
This chapter is short, but there will be more very soon.
Don't you just love the TF2 intro music, the one with the loud drums?? Ohhh I just loooove that music. It reminds me of Soldier! Who, by the way, is getting ready to make his come back, hehehe.
Medic tapped his pen and swiveled his chair left and right, left and right, staring down Pyro with unmoving cold eyes. Just like a real doctor, Pyro thought disdainfully.
Unlike Pyro, Scout had not been discharged from the infirmary the morning following the incident. However after releasing Pyro, Medic insisted that she stay for an evaluation. Pyro learned that Medic's usage of 'evaluation' was synonymous with interrogation.
He sat Pyro down in the wobbly wooden guest chair opposite his desk and glared at her, playing tricks with his shiny black pen and looking pensive. Other than a slight groan, he'd said nothing for five minutes.
"I expected more from you. Anyvone else, vine. Vhatever. But you?" Medic clicked his tongue and shook his head like a disappointed father. Pyro rolled her eyes and watched the clock's second hand glide over the chunky black numbers.
"You could have come gotten me." He opened a desk drawer and removed the tinsel that Pyro had pinned to her hair and tossed it onto his desk. "Instead, you feel zhis would be a formidable solution?"
Pyro said nothing and pretended she had her mask on. She didn't feel like dealing with Medic's semi-thought out contempt.
Medic leaned back in his chair and danced his pen about his fingers. "Contract terms require zhat I report you to Ms. Blu. Ze only reason I am not, however, iz because I hate Scout," he finished calmly.
"You don't mean that," said Pyro looking askance to Medic, who replied with a glare.
"He deserved it. He iz thoughtless und careless, und should have known better."
Medic must have had an 'evaluation' with Sniper the day before, and now it was apparent that he'd spilt the story. Pyro completely agreed with Medic, that the whole situation erupted from Scout's irresponsibility, but for the sake of playing the devil's advocate and getting on Medic's nerves said the following, "You should have searched Sniper or at least asked about any strange drugs he might have kept."
"Don't change ze subject. I vas telling you zhat you are free and clear, not in trouble. Do you get it? Or vould you rather me let Ms. Blu know you vere involved in a potentionally lethal poisoning of your team member und didn't follow proper protocol?"
Pyro ground her teeth and clenched her fists. "No. I don't want you to tell Ms. Blu."
"Zhen it iz settled," Medic gave her a fake, generic looking smile, put down his pen and folded his hands on the desk. "Ms. Blu vill not know. Now, iz zhere anything you vould like to let me in on? About ze trail of blood leading from your bed to ze hallway exit, perhaps?"
Medic strung the right cord and Pyro's eyes widened. After Spy left she mopped the blood with gauze and on top of that, used bleach to get rid of the smell. The Doctor grinned at her reaction.
"It's okay. I know about ze blood. But whose vas it? Not yours, I imagine. I checked Scout zhis morning. And because I do not vant to get anyvone involved who need not be, I have not asked around. Who vas vith you last night zhat spontaneously spurted blood all over my infirmary?"
He was good. Pyro couldn't back track the conversation back to Scout or even Sniper, not now. She was under the spotlight, being scrutinized about her secret late night visitor. Why had Spy come to visit her, other than to act like a prick? He had information that she was aching to find out, and if she let Medic know it had been Spy visiting her, Medic would go after him, and Spy probably wouldn't be as willing to share what he knew. On the other hand, why hadn't he retracted his offer after she broke his nose a second time? Would just one more negative experience keep him from sharing what he knew?
Well, she figured, at least this answered a few things that had been on her mind. For one, Medic had been keeping a close eye – or ear, rather – on his infirmary that night, which meant he might know when Spy had come to visit. Second, and obviously, he probably knew what they had been talking about so she must tread carefully.
"Not going to answer?" Medic's lips curled.
"Spy, it was Spy's blood," Pyro answered truthfully.
"Oh?"
"He came to see me and say he was sorry, but he ended up turning back into the jerk we all know him to be."
Medic squinted. "Zhat vas vhy you broke his nose?"
Pyro nodded. He must have treated Spy or else he wouldn't have known that it was his nose she broke. "I was wondering," she began, knowing she was taking a risk, and Medic would probably probe into the roots of her question, "Do you know when Spy came into the infirmary?"
"He stayed after he brought you to me, und didn't leave until you attacked him," he said. Pyro waited for more, but Medic kept quiet.
"He brought me here?" Pyro frowned. She had assumed that Sniper carried her to the infirmary, but Spy's involvement did seem like the missing puzzle piece; all of his less than subtle hints that he dropped suggesting he knew about Scout as well as his being in the infirmary when she awoke. But that meant that Spy had been following Sniper and herself, and knew about their plan to help Scout and only assisted them when things went wrong. Pyro clamped her lips together with her teeth to withhold the bombardment of foul language roaring inside of her.
"And why," Pyro began angrily, "Would you ask me a question that you already knew the answer to?" she raged. If Medic knew all about Spy's visit last night, why did he have to ask her whose blood it was he'd found? Was he trying to push her to see if she'd lie?
A glimmer of a smile flashed on Medic's face but vanished just as quickly. He picked up his pen and made a node on a sheet inside of a manila folder before closing it and standing up, "You look just vine to me, don't let me keep you."
"Keep me from what? Bullshitting around all day while we wait for RED to get off their asses and do something? You know why we're all getting crazy, right Doc? I haven't smelled charred corpse in so long I've been dreaming about it." She wasn't sure why she exploded like that. She did miss fighting, more than she wanted to admit. It wasn't just the killing; it was the feeling of being productive, of accomplishment, of power. She missed feeling powerful. Why was this coming up all of a sudden?
Medic acted like he didn't hear a word of Pyro's outburst, "Keeping you avay from ze tailor, of course. Ms. Blu requested he stay for one more day to get your measurements."