Extreme concern replaced the tired and annoyed look on the Medic's face once he opened the door to his room and looked down to see the Scout holding an unconscious Janine in his hands.
The Sniper stood next to the Bostonian, his eyebrows in a slightly worried position. Nobody could exactly see what was going on behind the Aussie's tinted shades. Sniper's arms were crossed as he nodded towards The Bruiser. "Scout, vat happened to her?" Medic asked, taking a few steps towards him to see her more closely.
"Bruisah knocked herself out trainin'." He replied quickly, pushing Medic aside with his shoulder and making his way to the room the patients are worked on.
A groan from the German doctor and Sniper's footsteps followed Scout into the room. Scout gently set Janine down onto a bed, securing her head onto a pillow. He sighed and turned to look at the two mercenaries. "She can't fight with dose gloves." He fretted with a shake of his head.
This caused the Aussie to lift his eyebrows in shock and confusion. "Waddya mean, she can't fight with 'em?" He asked, skeptical. "She used them gloves just fine when she showed us how they worked."
"They're good when she punches, but they come back to her!" Scout chided, his bandaged hands turning into fists. "And sometimes, they don't come back right to where they're s'posed ta! They'll come back at her face, her chest, her stomach! This time, she punched hard enough for it to have her flyin' at the wall! Wall was already cracked, I don't wanna see what it's got now." Scout attempted to reenact the training session, lightly punching himself in the face, chest, and stomach.
Medic and Sniper noticed the Bostonian's face growing red with every sentence he spoke. Neither mercenary knew when to attempt to calm the runner. "Back of her head hit the wall and she passed out." Scout finished with a sigh, looking down at Janine's face.
Medic stood up straighter than he did before and got on his gloves. "Zen I will have to check her head for any damage. I vill need the room to be empty of anybody zat is not ze Bruiser and I." As if it was called, a dove flew down from a ledge in the room and landed onto Medic's shoulder. "Especially you, Archimedes." He poked at the bird, recalling the incidents his doves would cause whenever he'd work on someone.
Scout looked at the doctor with reluctance. "Ya sure you need to be alone with her?" He asked, folding his arms. This concerned Sniper. "Waddya think he's gonna do to her, Scout? Doc's just gotta focus on making sure he can save her loife. Sheila's not gotten the respawn surgery yet!" He warned, looking at the Scout with a raised brow.
The Medic nodded in agreement. "Ja, ve must be extra careful with ze fräulein at zhese times." He began. "Unfortunate zat I cannot give the respawn surgery at zis moment however."
"Now, off with ze two of you." The doctor shooed the mercenaries, lightly pushing them out the door. "I need ze utmost focus handling her or she will be in grave danger." And with that, Medic quickly shut the door behind Sniper and Scout.
Scout nervously looked at the Aussie. "What's with ya, anklebiter? You're all over the sheila today." Sniper asked, curious. "All's I wanted was to make sure she'd be fine! Medic's a weirdo, ya know?" Scout weakly defended himself. "We've known that, idiot." Sniper retorted. "He ain't actin' any different than normal."
Meanwhile, The Spy sat in his and Bruiser's shared room. When he got up to snuff and throw out his cigarette, he noticed Janine's suitcase open on the floor. The case piqued his interest and while he normally kept himself as a man who minded his business, he couldn't help but take a few steps near it.
The Frenchman quickly scanned the open case, his eyes landing on an important looking folder with papers inside. He looked around, carefully took the folder in his hand, and sat back down in his chair to look inside. "Ze Bruiser..." He began to read out loud. "Real name, Janine Daecan..."
Scout showed Sniper to the training room. "See, everything's the usual but..." He began and cut himself off when he saw the wall Janine was hurt against. Sniper winced at the size of the hole that was caused by the impact of the glove against Bruiser's body. "That ain't no crack, stupid. That's a hole if I've ever seen one." He commented, lowering his shades.
"So these gloves the sheila's been usin'..." Scout nodded quickly, showing him the case the gloves sit in. "In dere." He opened the case to reveal the two big gloves attached to their sleeves.
Sniper grabbed one of the gloves and looked at it carefully, turning it in all directions. "These look mighty tough. You'd think she'd know how to handle 'em." He muttered. This worried Scout. "You're sayin' she doesn't?" He asked, taking a look at the gloves as well.
Sniper shrugged and thought for a moment. "I mean...If she's signing up to fight wars with 'em...don't ya think she'd already know how to keep 'em from hurting her that badly?" Scout looked at Sniper with wide eyes. "You're actually makin' good sense here. Maybe she ain't used dem that long."
The two mercenaries stood in the middle of the training room, thinking in silence. Suddenly, the door opened to reveal the Spy. Sniper and Scout looked to see him holding the folder he found in Janine's suitcase.
"Uh, what's dat ya got dere?" Scout asked, eyeing the folder. "Looks real important..." Sniper mumbled as Spy made his way towards the two and poked at the folder. "I seem to have found some interesting information about our lovely Bruiser." He began with a smile.
"She is not as much of a bruiser as she seems to be."