Chapter Two

Soldier walked with Sniper through the RED base to Medic and Heavy's room, which was the last along the hall of dormitories. He'd given his friend a clean handkerchief to wrap his hand in, and though it had quickly soaked red, Sniper made an effort not to seem too bothered with his injury.

"Tell you what, this is nothing compared to the bite me cousin got from being too friendly with a croc'. Well, it bit his bike, anyway... and he was only hurt running straight into a tree getting away. Yeah, this has nothing to do with anything."

"Yeah."

Soldier knocked heavily on the door and the men waited for an answer. Sniper started to say something after a few moments, but stopped when they heard footsteps and the door unlocking.

An irate looking Heavy Weapons Guy in his pyjama vest and shorts stepped out, shutting the door behind him.

"Good morning, gentlemen." he grumbled.

Sniper ignored his tone.
"Evenin', Heavy. Why d'you lock your door?"

Heavy stared and Soldier gave the Australian a sidewards glance.

"Uh, I need medical attention," he held up his bloodied hand.

"Medic is sleeping, can't it vait until daylight?" the Russian asked.

Soldier frowned.
"It's his job, get him up."

Heavy frowned back, but mumbled an okay and turned into his room, closing the door.

Sniper noticed he was dripping blood and sighed, sitting down on the floor.
"I thought you and the mountain got along, Tincan?"

"Not like you and Medic do. How's your hand?"

"It smarts."

Soldier placed a hand on Sniper's head in a comforting gesture.
"Eh, at least we know what the animal is. I'm going to bed when the Doc's here, okay?"

"You don't need to stay anyway, mate. But thanks."

Medic came out of his dorm after a few minutes, looking wide awake, though his hair was uncombed and his lab coat unbuttoned over sleepwear.

"Hey, Doc. I'll see you later, maggot."

Soldier nodded to the doctor and headed back to bed, forcing down a yawn in front of his team mates.

Medic helped Sniper up and immediately began inspecting the bite in the hallway.
"Something has bitten you?"

"Ow. Yeah, a dog. I thought I could catch it-"

"You vere bitten by dog? V-" Heavy interrupted, but Medic held up a hand.

"Not now, Heavy. Let's go to my office, Sniper, I'll fix this."

As soon as they were in the clean, organised office next door, Heavy stepped between the men.
"Sniper, is the dog okay?"

"What? I'M not okay, I had to boot it before it let go of m'hand! It just ran off and is probably back trying to eat our hens right now."

"He is too small to even cause problem-"

"So, you know there's a dog trying to kill our chickens? What the Hell, it could've bloody well bit my face-"

"He is good dog- he vould never hurt anyone!"

"Well it BIT me- look at my hand!" he waved it in Heavy's face to prove so.

"Stop it, both of you. This isn't important right now!" Medic was ignored.

"He vas scared- vould you kick little cat, too?"

Sniper made a frustrated sound, unable to comprehend the Russian's stubborn defence of the animal.
"It's just a dog, why the Hell are you so-"

"Just because he is not human or big, doesn't mean you KICK HIM!" Heavy was reaching boiling point, his eyebrows lowered.

"I kicked it because it fucking BIT ME, you giant idiot!" the Australian pushed Heavy in the chest with his good hand, not enough to even budge the man, but it was forceful.

Heavy stepped forward and swung a massive fist in retaliation in Sniper's direction, though from Medic's view it was obviously a restrained throw: he knew the Russian wouldn't want a real fight with his team mate, but wouldn't completely back down, either.
Sniper raised both hands to block without thinking, and the fist collided with the side of his bitten hand with an unpleasant crunch.
Time seemed to slow down for a moment as what just happened sunk it for all three men, and then the riled Australian was on the floor clutching at his hand, writhing in almost silent agony.

"Heavy, you are unbelievable," Medic was furious, but didn't take the time to yell at the Russian. He knelt and tried to look at Sniper's hand.

Heavy left the room without saying a thing, slamming the door hard enough to shake the frame. He stormed straight to the room Soldier, Sniper, Engineer and Scout shared, entered without knocking and headed over to where Soldier was nodding off on his bunk.

"Soldier, you need to see your stupid friend. I hit him and I vant you to apologise for me. Soldier!"

"Uhh, what? Why'd you do that? Argh," Soldier forced himself up. "Did you hurt him?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"He pushed me first."

"Can I get the whole story, here?"

"It's two in the freakin' morning, guys. Some of us have goddamn kitchen duties tomorrow..." Muffled complaints came from Scout's bunk, where he had his head under his pillow.

"Okay, lemme get dressed. I take it I'm not sleeping tonight..."

Soldier dressed and followed Heavy to Medic's office, where the German told his room mate to grow up before shutting the door in their faces.

Heavy sighed and turned to Soldier.
"Can you come and help me find the dog, instead? He is my pet."

Next chapter coming up.

I'm thinking I didn't do a great job with Medic and Heavy's accents.