With each step the thundering in the Scout's ears grew louder and louder. He had made it clear to the doctor that the situation was serious. The Medic was beside him keeping up best he could, and had collected his equipment more quickly than the Scout could have thought, but to his disapproval the Medic loaded a couple med packs on him, which succeeded in weighing him down and holding him back. As he ran his mind became more lost in thought. He hadn't ever seen anyone marred that badly before. Sure, in Boston there were stories about people getting their brains out on the news. He had become accustomed to seeing brains blown out, blowing brains out, and getting his own brains blown out over his time on BLU though. The deaths of both sides were almost always cleanly cut so to speak, as they were professionals. Neither side bothered with taking time out of their battle to mess each other up. They killed, they left, and they repeated until they died. Then you just respawn and start over. Unlike today. It was a shaky thought to leave such a certain pattern.
The RED Spy would be most likely to break the pattern though, now that he thought about it. He was always shifty and suspicious compared to the other REDs, but that's a given. He's a Spy after all, and that's how he had viewed even the BLU Spy before actually getting to know his team. The RED Spy had something off though, the Scout thought even more intensely after the recent events. He took things more personally, including the aftermath- revenge. This extent of this revenge was much further than anything else he'd ever pulled of before, and so drastically further that the Scout's mind felt heavy with questioning. What had set the Spy off? The RED Rat couldn't be that mirthful. Or could he? Would the Sniper make it? He looked really bad.
The Medic suddenly snapped the Scout out of his thoughts, the man panting in the heat and seemingly endless jogging. "I see them ahead," he said, "how much blood has he lost?" With a slight pause and huff of breathing the doctor added, "the Spy looks like he's limping. I expect a reclamation of vhat happened here after Herr Sniper is situated."
He nodded to the later subject, then replying. "I dunno doc," the Scout said, realizing his voice was shaky. "I didn't want to look." He allowed his honesty to break his pride. He shouldn't have been as scared to look as he had been, having the experience of being on the battlefield almost every day. But it's different when all the sudden you have no second chances, or when the person with no second chances is a friend.
"Sehr gut…" The Medic muttered in between gasping. They both picked up the pace, approaching steadily. The Spy was indeed limping and stumbling a bit, but he had gotten a decent distance away from the towering post. The final distance between the two groups was closed, and both stopped, thoroughly exhausted. There wasn't time for rest.
The Medic accessed the situation like lightning, his hawk eyes observing every wound expertly and quickly. "Set him down." He ordered, and the Spy did so carefully, grunting with the subtraction of the Sniper's body weight. The Medic kneeled, motioning for the Scout to do the same. Scout dropped the med kits next to the Medic, now taking in the reality of the grotesque wounds. That was a /lot/ of cuts.
The Medic withdrew bandages from one of them, for later. He listened to the breathing of the Sniper momentarily, and went into motion. The smaller cuts would be able to heal under the Medigun. The long deeper ones however would need stitching to stay closed. The Spy grimaced as the Medic withdrew a needle and thread.
"Is there anything we can help with, /médecin/?" The Medic looked up at the Spy for a moment, and then resumed calculating where his entry point into the skin should be.
"Ja, try and clean zhe vounds as well as you can manage, zhere should be some betadine in zhe medical kits. Ve should not attempt to use zhe Medigun on vounds that could become infected."
As the needle went in the Scout looked away, busy himself with passing a package to the Spy, and opening one himself. There was a small bottle of betadine in there. He considered at least trying to help, but as he looked to the countless wounds and seeping blood he couldn't stomach it. He apologized silently and also handed it off to the Spook. The Spy nodded slightly and went to work with a cloth also common to the supplies, dabbing along the gashes.
The Medic was efficiently patching up the Sniper's cuts, taking the importance of speed with it very seriously. As he went, he explained. "The Medigun is quite a marvel of technology, but it cannot reproduce many blood cells," he muttered, "I can redo the stitching later if I need to, but for zhe moment it is not priority."
The Spy discarded the first cloth, which was now soaked in blood. "Zhere is a detail I should tell you, doctor," the Medic glanced at him attentively as the Spy retrieved another cloth. " 'is… eye is gouged out."
This caught the Medic's full attention, stopping mid-stitch. He carefully set the needle down, moving towards the Sniper's face. He cautiously pulled open his eyelid, blood seeping out the side. The Sniper's breath suddenly jerked, and he thrashed out of the Medic's grip, still out cold; by instinct he tried to escape the returning pain. The German released, recovering the needle before the Sniper could get it stuck in his skin. "Dies wird schwierig." He grunted, finishing up the gash along the sniper's chest. He pulled up the Medigun, directing it towards the wounds that were clean and stitched. The small cuts sealed up almost perfectly, the larger forming scarlet scab tissue.
"Wie schwierig?" The Spy responded, not skipping a beat as he switched languages. The Scout was lost within the gibberish words, just watching.
"Ganz." The chest was patched up well enough, and the Medic decided to continue onto the arm. It seemed the RED Spy cut deeper there. Perhaps he pondered if he would get away with killing the Sniper, as he had cut many of the ligaments in the forearm. The Medic recalled them being responsible for finger movement - which corresponded with the Sniper's ability to pull gun triggers. He would have to do this later in a more adequate environment, he decided, instead picking up the bandages and wrapping them carefully on the wounds.
The gashes on the neck and face were not deep, as it would be easy to go too far when inflicting wounds there. It was taken care of with some cleansing and work with the Medigun, but still left very faint scars.
"Und finally zhe eye." The Medic wiped blood from his gloves. "One of you must keep him down and one must hold his eye open. I will work the Medigun, even though it will not close the wound completely. The skin will still be incredibly raw and vulnerable."
The Scout met the Spy's eyes pleadingly. "I don't want to hold it open," he said bluntly. The Spy's jaw tensed a bit.
"Very well." He looked to the doctor, who nodded, and he pulled the socket open. The Sniper gasped, jerking instantly, and the Scout threw himself over the lanky Australian, restraining him. Medic pulled the lever on the Medigun, turning it on. The blue rays seeped into the wound, and the struggling began to subside as the machine did its job. The Sniper's breathing became more relaxed, although equally shaky. The Scout withdrew from his position, and after waiting a bit longer the Medic shut it off, the Spy also removing his now bloody gloves from the tender wound.
"We must hurry," the Medic interjected the silence, "this does not change the drastic means of this situation. He has lost a lot of color."
"Meaning blood." The Scout clarified more for himself than anything.
"Ja, like I said, the Medigun has trouble replacing that." The Medic picked up the Sniper, slipping off the Medigun. "If you don't mind Herr Spy, I vill attend to your injuries vhen this is dealt vith." Gaining a nod of approval, the German looked to the Scout. "Run ahead. Get zhe Engineer, he vill be able to help with zhe Sniper's arm."
"What's wrong with his arm that the medigun can't fix?" The Scout questioned, still refusing to look directly at the wounds.
"Some of zhe muscles are shredded, I believe before Engineer decided to amputate his arm he had researched the different muscles and ligaments to see if there was a way to preserve it. He should know about zhis. Also he knows where mein equipment is, as he repairs most of it."
The Scout nodded, his mind seemingly clearer, jumping up and bolting towards the base. The Medic stood much more easily with the sniper in his arms than the Spy had before. The other man followed suit, moving much more easily now.
Released from the burden of the medical packs, the Scout ran full stride and bustling with energy. There was pounding in his head that meshed in with the rhythm of his feet hitting the ground, quick and with a growing tempo. He couldn't dilly dally with this, which was a good representation of what he did on a daily basis. Despite his fast feet he preferred slow.
His muscles tensed. No time for slow now.
OOC: Sorry for the long update time. I realize this chapter doesn't really make up for it. :p
Meanings:
Sehr gut. = Very Well. (German)
médecin = Doctor (French)
Dies wird schwierig. = This will be difficult. (German)
Wie schwierig? = How difficult? (German)
Ganz. = Quite. (German)
