The day after the RED's victory was rather lackluster in comparison. Medic woke up at his desk in the infirmary the following morning, having fallen asleep again after a night of medical experiments. The doctor's neck was sore from sleeping in a chair and he had a bad taste in his mouth. He knew how to fix those problems pretty easily, so he got up from his desk, twisting his head around to crack his neck to fix his first problem as he walked out his infirmary towards the kitchen to make a cup of morning coffee to deal with the second.
It was fairly early in the morning, only a little past seven so there was no one else in the small kitchen the mercenaries shared. Medic grabbed his favorite mug and started up the coffee pot. While waiting for the coffee to be made, he started to look around in the fridge for some breakfast. Finding a carton of eggs with only two eggs left, Medic decided to make fried eggs. He heated some oil on a beaten up frying pan and heard the coffee maker start to pour. Grabbing his cup after it was filled, he took a sip and sighed in content.
"Ah, Wunderbar."
"Something smells mighty good down here!"
Medic turned to see Engineer had woken up and was standing in the doorway, a sleepy smile on his bearded face. He walked over to where the eggs were cooking and Medic heard his stomach grumble softly. He turned to Medic and gave his medical friend a smile.
"Morning, doc. Makin' a little breakfast, huh?"
Medic nodded and took another drink of his coffee, "Ja."
Engie turned towards the fridge and pulled it open, but continued to talk. "We got any else around here to eat? I'm starved."
Engie found a container of cream cheese in the fridge and a box of cinnamon bagels in the cupboard above him, so that was the Texan's breakfast. It was good, at least. Medic's eggs were about done and he plated them, sprinkling a small amount of salt and pepper on them. Engie had sat down at the table and was already eating his second bagel by the time Medic sat down next to him. The two men ate in silence before Engie finished up his food and left, telling the doctor he had some work to get done. Medic nodded and left as well, with a full stomach he was ready for the day. Only one thing was missing.
A shower.
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The bathroom was always empty this early in the morning, so Medic wasted no time stripping down and getting into a shower. After cleaning himself, Medic wrapped a towel around his waist and started to walk towards his room when he caught his reflection in the mirror. He stopped and stared at himself for a second and suddenly didn't feel so good about today. Normally the first thing people would notice about themselves in the mirror was their markings: a tattoo of their future love on their wrist or ankle.
Their soulmate.
Medic didn't have such markings though. When he was a younger man, he would try his hardest to find love, only be told by countless people that he was their soulmate. He soon gave up hope of ever finding his true love and instead ignored it. But every time he caught his reflection looking back at him, it always told him one thing: Everyone had someone.
Except for him.