Here's another installment for the story! Thanks to the few people taking interest in my story, for it has pushed me to do this next chapter! Please enjoy, and comment all ya want!

Disclaimer: I NO OWN TEAM FORTRESS 2. EET OWN ME.

She was conscious just a second ago... the creepy man put her on one of the many beds that filled the massive room, stuck her with something sharp, and it knocked her out cold.

That doesn't matter now, though. Just as fast as she lost consciousness, she gained it again in what seemed like seconds. Everything was blurry. She felt like she tumbled down the world's tallest cliff and lived. Everything on and in her ached, especially her chest.

All the lights in the huge room where turned off, only the light of the moon lit the place up. (Wait... the moon?! How long have I been out? And where did that man go?) While wondering this, she tried to jerk herself up into a sitting position, only to fall back in bed with a pained croak.

She never felt so helpless before in her life. It pissed her off to no end.

She looked up at the small window to her right. The moon seemed humongous compared to back home. This place was alien, strange, uncomfortable... maybe... this window is an opportunity to get out. To get back to her cabin up in the mountains, to her familiar home.

She bit her lip as she slowly lifted herself up and out of the bed and onto her feet. Even the linoleum was strange, cold, and barren, something that she's never felt before, and would have been happy not to. She feels light-headed, her vision threatening to go away for a few seconds, then comes back steady again. She reaches her hand to grab at her forehead, when she felt the heavy tubes that connected to her arm dangle about and hit her hip lightly. The hospital gown also caught her attention. " C'est quoi ce bordel ...?" (What the hell...?) she lightly muttered aloud. She shook it off as she waddled over to the window and lightly rapped on it. Seems breakable. She smirks and lets her eyes follow the tubes on her arm to the IV pole. She raps both her hands around the pole, lifts it, and takes aim. She stops mid-swinging position when she hears little pops, and feels her skin give. Pain and wetness in her chest and stomach. Weird. All the more reason to get the fuck out of here.

Despite the burning, she lets out a war cry, lifts the pole up and swings.

The hallway to the Infirmary was long and, in a sense, a little eerie from the dim hall lights. That didn't stop the nine mercenaries from running down it as fast as each one of them could go.

Naturally, the first one to reach the door was Scout, who proceeded to yank on it violently until Medic came up and pushed him out of the way. "It's locked, Scout." He reaches into his pant pocket to retrieve a medium-sized key ring and started flipping though the keys. "You cannot get in vizout ze key."

"Yeah, yeah, whatevah! Jus' hurry up 'n search through yo purse a lil' fastah!"

The rest of the team groups up behind the first two, and awaits anxiously as the doctor finds the right key. When he finally does, he jabs it into the door and pushes open. "Herr Scout, get ze lights." Medic spat with urgency, moving out of the Scout's path for him to run into the Infirmary first. Everyone else sneaked in and hugged the walls, some with their trigger-fingers hovering over their melee weapons, while others tried to focus in on the inky dark. "Everyone be on guard... she is a little -er- unstable from ze trip..."

"Aw greet! Anootha nuttah." Demoman managed to say before the tall-tale buzz of the florescent lights started, and all of them beamed to life reluctantly.

It was gruesome, to say the least. Not like the nine mercs weren't used to bloodshed already, but something about it being on a sterile-white canvas was a little unnerving. Blood and glass was all over the floor leading up to the wall, more blood ran in vertical rivers to meet the ground, an IV pole was dropped halfway in the puddles. But what caught everyone's attention was a female's rear-end hanging on the inside of a window sill, bare because of the hospital gown's inability to completely cover a person.

Several things happened at once as a result. Medic dashed over to assess if she was dead while Heavy followed to assist him, Engineer's and Pyro's hands flew up to cover their goggle-clad eyes, Scout let out a suprised and satisfied 'duuuude', Sniper lowered his glasses with a smirk, Spy snorted, and Soldier broke his bearing to give a slight frown.

Heavy picked her out of the window and gently placed her in a bed adjacent to the previous, while Medic looked her over and took her pulse. "Ach, she has pulled some stitches... bled a lot... shtill alive..." Although said aloud, it was more to himself than anything.

Her eyes opened up in a pained slowness, and bore into Medic with fear. Then suddenly with adrenaline-fuelled intensity, she screamed, "Éloigner vous de moi, monstre! Je veux rentrer chez mois! " (Get away from me, monster! I want to go home!) Everyone jumped, except for Heavy, who just went ahead and effortlessly held her down to the bed.

"The fuck did she jus' said?" Scout couldn't wait to open his mouth.

Spy crept up to her bedside and, to everyone's suprise, started cooing gently to her. "Shh... shh... Tout va bien, tou bien. Nous voulons juste t'aider... calme toi..." (It's alright, everything is fine. We are only helping you... calm down...)

Her eyes fluttered and her head hit the pillow, but her eye contact never broke from the Spy after her uttered those reassuring words. With more effort, she spoke up, " Où suis-je?" (Where am I?)

"À votre nouvelle maison." (your new home.) The Spy gives a warm grin. "Vous êtes une mercenaire, maintenant." (you're a mercenary, now.)