I like this chapter for some reason.
A BLU Haired Medic - Chapter 7
Breakfast in BLU's cafeteria was abruptly ended when Soldier stood up and took off his helmet, grabbing his entrenchment shovel and banging his helmet wildly to get everyone's attention.
"Lunch is at 1300 hours. In the meantime, you are all DIS-MISSED!" Soldier said, and after putting his helmet back on, left the cafeteria. A collective sigh of relief echoed through the room.
Then came the decision to who would wash all the dishes.
"Not doing it," Spy said, walking out, smoking his cigarillo.
"Little baby plates are too frail for my massive hands," Heavy said, following Spy out.
"I need to finish up those new blueprints on my teleporter," Engineer followed up, also walking out, the room slowly becoming devoid of life.
"I'm drunk," Demoman then took a swig from his bottle of scrumpy, "And ain't that bad for cleaning."
"Mrrrph mprh mmmfh," Pyro left as well.
That left the decision between the Scout, the Medic and the newest member, Ami.
"I'll do it," Ami said, and began picking up the plates left at the tables.
"Alright then, See ya later, blockhe-" Scout began saying, ready to leave before Medic grabbed him by his shirt.
"Zat iz not an option for you, ve vill help Miss Mizuno," Medic said, his stern stare at Scout terrifying the young man, nodding quickly, hoping that his medical colleague wouldn't decide to stick him full of needles.
Letting him go, the Medic then turned to Miss Mizuno, "I apologize for my actions, but it vouldn't be nice if ve left you to wash all zese dishes, right Scout?"
Being nudged by the Medic, the Scout weakly laughed, still terrified of the Medic, and went out to pick up the leftover dishes quickly, his quick speed finishing up his part of the chore, placing all the dishes in the kitchen.
"Can I go now?" Scout asked, impatiently wanting to leave so he could join the rest of the team.
"Ja... go ahead, dummkopf..." Medic answered, mumbling the last part under his breath, the Scout cheering as he ran out of the cafeteria. "So, shall ve finish up ze dishes?"
"Hai, Medic-san," Ami smiled, happy for the older man's help.
While the two of them worked through the dishes in the kitchen, Medic interrupted their work, having a few questions he had been wanting to get off his chest since
Ami had arrived on the BLU train.
"Miss Mizuno, you vouldn't mind me asking you a few questions?" Medic said, shaking his gloves dry of water and soap.
"No, I wouldn't mind and please, call me Ami," Ami said in response, still washing dishes, passing a few of them for the Medic to dry.
"Vell, about your hair..."
"You're wondering if it is natural?"
"Ja... how did you know?"
"I was asked that a lot when I left the train."
"I see..." Medic quickly dried the plates that Ami handed him, placing them away in their respective cabinets. "Moving on... Vas there any difficulties in your life..."
"What do you mean, Medic-San? Difficulties like in social difficulties?"
"Ja... social difficulties vould fall under that category. Did you have difficulty making friends vhere you live... vhere are you from any way, Ami?"
"Tokyo, Japan," Ami then stopped washing the dishes for a moment, seemingly lost in thought for a moment, "Well, I've had some difficulty making friends growing up... but I did make some really good friends in school... I wonder how they're doing now..."
"Your friends... vas it difficult leaving zem behind?"
Ami then turned to the Medic, "This wasn't the first time I was offered a chance to study in medicine. When I was younger, I was offered a chance to travel to Germany to study in medicine..."
"Germany... Let me guess... you turned it down, ja?"
"Hai, I didn't want to leave my friends behind, even though they insisted I go..."
"So... vhat vas different about zis time?"
Ami was silent for a moment, the Medic staring at her peculiarly. Ami then finally answered.
"They felt sorry about last time when I turned down the offer to study in medicine, and this time they continued to insist that I go ahead and come here."
"Ja, but zat doesn't sound very different from vhat you said earlier... vere you afraid of being vithout your friends?"
Ami then turned back to the dishes still in the sink, Medic again wondering what she was thinking.
"The situation changed."
The Medic decided it would be wise to pursue no further.
Ami then smiled again, "Besides, I'm certain I'll make more friends here."
Medic let out a small laugh, unable to control himself, "Ja... like vith ze Soldier... my apologizes, Ami. Vell zen, once ve're done here, I vill take you to ze medical wing of zis building to begin your training, as I vill be your teacher for now... understand zat, mein pupil?"
Ami nodded, "Hai, Medic-sensei."
With the dishes completed, Ami followed Medic out of the cafeteria, the two of them going down the hallway, passing a few rooms, Ami getting a few brief glimpses of the Spy playing cards with Soldier and Pyro and the Scout challenging Demoman to an arm wrestle, with the Heavy watching them.
"Why is everyone else there? Aren't they also medical students?" Ami asked, wondering about the rest of the team.
"Vhat? Oh, you mean zem? Zey're not medical students... vhy, you're ze only one here who is actually learning anyzing remotely medical," The Medic said, still moving further down the hallway, some of the lights in the hallway blinking due to disrepair.
Finally, at the end of the hallway was two large doors, and with a single push, the Medic lead Ami through, Ami now with the Medic in his white office room, the room looking exactly like a normal Doctor's office would have. Ami marvelled at all the items in the room, seeing the Medic's diploma's and certificates hanged up on the wall behind the Medic's desk, as well as several pictures of the Medic, some of them of him in his current, Medical attire and others in more formal clothes.
While Ami continued looking through his office, the Medic noticed one of the cargo boxes they got from the supply train was in the corner. Grabbing a nearby crowbar, the Medic made his way to the box and opened it, placing the Crowbar off to the side as he began sifting throug the storage material for what was inside.
The first thing the Medic pulled out from the box was a Syringe Gun, the tag still
attached to it. Hiding it back inside the box, the Medic reached in deeper, almost cutting his gloves in the process when he brushed them against a bonesaw that was also placed inside. Finally, reaching in as deep as he could, the Medic felt what appeared to be a Medigun and then something that was made of cloth. Grabbing the cloth, the Medic pulled out a medical coat, similar to his own. Looking over it, the Medic noticed it was much smaller than what he could wear, and setting it aside next to the crowbar, the Medic again looked inside the box, pulling out match pants, shirt, gloves and even boots.
Turning back to Ami, the Medic sighed. 'BLU company iz really trying my patience... oh vell... I have no choice...' Trying his best to smile, the Medic sorted out the clothes, approaching Ami with them.
"Mein pupil, here iz your first lesson in medical procedure; Dressing ze part." The Medic then tossed the clothes into Ami's arms and pointed to a door to the side,
"You may get dressed in zere..."
While Ami went to change into her new uniform, the Medic looked back into the crate, taking out the Medigun and placing it on his desk, and then thought it would be wise to keep the Syringe Gun and Bonesaw hidden away until it was absolutely necessary to inform his new pupil about them.
Ami soon returned, now dressed in BLU Medic attire, with even the gloves managing to fit her. The Medic gave a smile of approval, giving her a thumbs up.
"Good, now ve can move on..." Medic then pointed towards another set of doors, the glass panes in the door showing that the room behind was much closer to an operating room of a hospital, with what appeared to be filing cabinets in the wall.
Opening the door like a Gentleman, the Medic bowed as Ami walked in, the medic following behind, the door making a resounding and eerie sound as it closed shut.
The most noticeable feature of this room was not seen, but felt. The room was several times colder than the rest of the BLU base, and although it would seem reasonable that air conditioning would be in effect due to the base being in the middle of a dry area, the second room attached to the Medic's office was near freezing.
Ami shivered slightly from the sudden change in temperature, yet the medical uniform she was wearing was also surprisingly warming, the only real areas that was affected by the sudden shift in temperature was her face.
"Zon't vorry... you vill get used to ze temperature in here... ve vill be in here quite a bit for your studies..." the Medic said, informing Ami of the importance of the room they were in.
The Medic then pointed towards the wall cabinets, walking slowly towards one of them, calling Ami over to stand on the other side.
"Let us start simple..." the Medic said, grinning evily as he gripped the handle of the cabinet, giving it a strong thug, "VITH ANATOMIZATION!"
Pulling the Cabinet completely open, it was clear now why the room was kept much colder than the rest of the base: Inside the cabinet was a body. Not only was it a body, but the skin was horridly burnt, the muscles underneath visibly in certain areas where the entire skin had been burnt entirely off, leaving a grisly sight to behold. The face itself was in no better condition, most of the hair burnt off and even parts of the brain was visible, the lips reduced to stumps, and the eyelids melted off. It was clear this person had died a horrible death.
Ami covered her mouth in sickness, feeling her stomach churn, wanting to throw up. The Medic noticed this and laughed.
"If this iz how you react to zis body..." The Medic then pointed to the rest of the cabinets, "Zen how vill you manage the rest in these cabinets, mein pupil? You vill be faced with many grisly scenes as a doctor, and if zis is your reaction, zen you might as vell pack up your bags and call it quit..."
Ami shook her head, the expression on the body's face still startling her greatly.
"Oh no, sensei, I was just startled by the fact we would be examining bodies. I assumed that we would be going over the basics..."
"Ze basics? Vhy start vith ze basics? Zis iz as close to being a real doctor as you can be, mein pupil... now help me bring ze body onto ze examination table..." The Medic then grabbed the torso of the body, waiting for Ami to grab the legs.
"Shouldn't we use a gurney?"
"Are you ze head doctor now?"
"No, sensei..."
Ami then lifted the legs of the body, the two of them moving the body to the examination table, the Medic strapping the body down, opening a drawer in the table, taking out a scalpel and began making an incision to the forehead of the body.
Ami fainted when the Medic removed the brain from the head.
Yep. That's Medic for you. And that's me again... butchering... that German accent. Eh, I feel pretty confident with this.