After his shower, Medic went straight back to his own room to relax. When he got inside, he locked himself in for the day. You see, unlike his friends, Medic wasn't the most social person as he preferred the company of dead men than the living. So his infirmary was the perfect place for such a company. His employers supplied him with whatever he needed, or more or less, wanted for his experiments as long as he continued to keep the men of RED team alive and well for their battles.

Medic pulled on a pair of red rubber gloves and slipped on a surgical mask. He was ready for the day. He went to a large meat locker he only had access to and grabbed a slightly thawed cadaver. He carried the dead body to his operating table and laid it down carefully before grabbing a scalpel off of a tray nearby. Medic was about to make the first incision when he was startled by someone knocking on his door, nearly dropping his knife. Grumbling in annoyance, he ripped off his mask and threw down the blade. Anybody will more than two brain cells knew to never interrupt Medic during his downtime, lest they be the one on the operating table.

"Apparently not this person.", Medic thought as he walked over to his room and threw it open, eyes full of annoyance. The doctor's ire soon faded when he saw it was Heavy standing in the doorway. He quickly changed his expression into one of confusion.

"Hello, Heavy. What can I do for you?"

"Heavy hurt hand punching little Scout. So Soldier told me to go to Doktor to get fixed," said Heavy, who then held up his hand to show bruised fingers.

Medic pushed his glasses back up his nose and nodded slowly, "I see. Well, come in then Mikhail. I'll see what I can do."

Heavy grunted in reply and Medic turned to walk back into the medical ward. Heavy followed and Medic stopped him at the doctor's desk. He rummaged through his various cabinets before finding an ice pack. Filling the pack with cold water and ice, he handed it to Heavy, who looked down at it before staring back up at his German friend.

"Thank you, doctor." Heavy smiled

Medic returned his smile and nodded, "Anytime, my friend."

Medic was about to go back to working on his body when he noticed Heavy was still standing there and hadn't left yet. He looked up at his Russian teammate with a puzzled frown.

"Do you need something else, Herr Heavy?"

"Heavy is bored. Hoping doctor would help with that too."

Medic sat down at his desk before replying, "Well, what do you do for fun?"

Heavy's eyes lit up, his smile back. "I like hurting people. They make funny noises when in pain."

Medic nodded hesitantly. Not really wanting to be Heavy's punching bag, he decided to change the subject. "Any other things? That don't involve inflicting pain?"

"Heavy also likes chess."

Chess? With Heavy? Now there was a scenario Medic never thought he ever be a part of. Before Medic could even ask if he was serious, Heavy left the infirmary and Medic sighed and started to follow him as the larger man stomped down the hallway.

So much for a relaxing day in his room, huh?

X X X

Heavy led the doctor to the base's rec room, where the team would be during downtime when not in their own rooms. There were a few members in there already, with Demo asleep on the room's couch, drunkenly mumbling in his dream and Pyro watching a news story of a fire destroying a building next to him. Heavy ignored them both and went to go sit down at the card table where a chess board was already set up. Medic sat across from him and their chess match began.

The match went by slowly at first, due to Heavy not quite understanding the concept of chess. He tried several times to slam, literally slam, his knights into Medic's pawns, before Medic told him he couldn't do that and Heavy frowned, but nodded. The game continued at a much faster pace after Heavy started to understand the game more. Within the next couple of hours, Medic had won the games four-to-one. Heavy wasn't even mad and instead gave his friend a hug after they finished cleaning up the pieces.

"Thank you for playing with me, Medic. Heavy likes you."

"You. . You're welcome, Mikhail."

Medic turned slightly red as Heavy picked him up and pulled him into a tight hug, becoming even more embarrassed when he said he liked him. It was no surprise that one of Medic's biggest secrets that he was a homosexual, as during these times, having thoughts like that were usually frowned upon. He didn't want to admit it though, Medic just assumed it was just his weird hormones fooling him. But even a blind person could see Medic had started to develop feelings for his Russian friend. But he ignored these feelings, after all, he didn't have Heavy's name on his body and as far as he knew Heavy didn't have his.

So Medic just buried his feelings deep inside himself, continuing to be the lonely old doctor he always was.