After long hours of toil, Medic called scout into his lab. The skinny boy wandered in, rubbing his hands. "Whatcha got for me, doc?"
Medic held up a jar of liquid and carefully put it in Scout's hands. "Zis is vhat I came up with. If all my theories and research is correct, zhen whoever you give it to will go crazy until they're vith the person they truly love. If Pauling really vants you, zhen she won't calm down until she's at your side,"
"Aaaaand what if she really don't love me?"
"Zhen I suppose she'll go insane and be shipped to the asylum,"
"Sounds fantastic, thanks!" Scout walked out with the jar of Medic's creation. As he walked, an evil thought entered his mind. "Asylum, huh? Ohhh, man...I know who's goin' to the nut house for sure after he gets a taste a this crap!"
Scout sneaked his way into Spy's room while the man was gone to sort out some battle plans. He approached the shining wine bottle that sat on the table next to the man's mystery novel. Scout carefully removed the cap and poured half the concoction into the bottle. Then he swirled it around and put the cap back. The little devil walked out, ringing his hands and chuckling like a madman.
Eventually Spy came back and returned to his book reading and wine sipping. The day passed without much happening, but the morning fulfilled Scout's hopes.
Everyone was packing up for a battle at Suijin. The only one who seemed to be lagging behind was Spy, who grabbed at his stomach and head. He was breathing heavily too, drawing the other's attention. "Didja drink too much, lad?" Demoman asked as he slung an arm over the French man's shoulder.
"No I did not. Now leave me alone!" He shoved the Scottish cyclops to the ground and proceeded to put his gadgets inside his suit. Sniper came over to Spy and felt his head.
"Good God! You're hotter 'an the Australian desert, mate!" The man said. Spy straightened up and shoved Sniper away.
"I don't care. There's work to be done and I don't need you in my way," Spy walked off toward the teleporter that lead to Suijin. The battle started and everyone scrambled to the point. Spy had made his way to the other side, and jumped into action. He was stabbing the medics and heavies, the soldiers and the pyros. His performance was beautiful as always. But eventually he had hit his limit.
He kept pushing on, until finally his body gave out. He kneeled down on the concrete while grabbing at his stomach just as an enemy soldier rounded the corner. A crit rocket came flying for him and he was prepared for the worst. It came closer and closer, until finally it was reflected and exploded the soldier who shot it! A friendly pyro helped Spy get back to spawn and motioned for him to stay here, out of the action.
Spy wanted so badly to go back out there and help, but the pain only got worse. By time the battle ended, he felt like he had been ignited by every red pyro who ever existed. Sweat nearly poured down his body and he was shaking badly. The others watched him worriedly as he gasped for air and moaned. "You're a man! Keep it together, Soldier!" The Soldier demanded with a harsh poke to Spy's chest.
Spy pushed soldier to the wall and kissed at the man's neck. Everyone stood in complete shock. Except for Medic, who knew exactly what was going on. He peeled Spy away. "Vhat are you feeling?" He asked.
Spy was breathing hard, and whimpering like a dog. "It hurts...I want it to stop...make it stop!" Spy demanded. He pointed down between his legs. "No matter what I do, it won't work. It keeps getting worse and I can't make it stop! Help me...help me please, doctor," the grown man begged and pleaded. Scout was hiding his smile while the others looked on with concern.
Medic took the Spy back to his lab and tried to calm him down, but it only got worse with time. The French man was squirming on the medical table, his cheeks red hot from the heat inside. "Alright, alright, calm down," Medic kept coaxing.
"I can't! I can't!" Spy responded. He bucked his hips in the air and his eyes seemed glazed over. "I want Mundy! G-Give me my Mundy!" He begged.
Medic blinked at Spy, then nodded. "Okay, you sit tight and I'll go get you your Mundy," he said as he walked out.