The RED team was silent throughout the past week. There was one small battle but in was over in less than twenty minutes. The BLUs won at last.
Hugo wasn't doing good at all. He could barely sleep, he couldn't breathe properly and he mumbled complete nonsense most of the time. He could hardly hold still and he felt like he was blind, when really, his eyes kept on rolling back.
As days passed by, Hugo only began to get worse and worse. He began vomiting blood, his skin would split and he would internally bleed. His skin would peel and his bones often popped out of place. The doctors tried to see if respawn would work, but it didn't do anything; he remained ill.
Sorrell, Brandon and the demoman, Duer, often sat and chattered in some random room that was empty. Though their conversations often quickly drifted off. Even if they didn't mention Hugo's current state, they seemed to read each other's minds and sat solemnly for a while.
The coming battles all ended in utter failure, and eventually the administrator was forced to hold off future fights, much to her annoyance. In an attempt to get things done and get the sick red sniper back in the ring, she requested the BLU medics to assist the REDs, promising them a bunch of rare hats as them it was worth the work. Sort of
Now it was only a matter of time.