Within the last month there has been a horrific tragedy in my family, and I wanted to apologize to everyone how inactive I've been. But what's done is done, and I'm back in business.
Thanks SO SO SO SO much for sticking out for me. :)
Watching the small scout walk forward into the depths of Medics examination room spiked Engineers memories of his first time getting the injection, he recalled his nervousness that he could clearly see in the scout's eyes when he wished the poor boy good luck. It had hurt. The chest was sore for weeks on end, and the throat had been so immensely thick that even dragging in breaths of air caused to be a difficult task. The teammates of both RED and BLU had both had the ability of receiving the frightful injection even before the fighting between the two had begun. They all had the peace at mind that they could rest and become comfortable with their bodies again before the stress of war. This particular red scout, however, would not have such privileges. But the boy would have to strengthen up, be more of a man, the Engineer thought while he walked out into the hall. He joined the war, he sure as hell better be ready for one.
"Aye! Engineer, do yea really think that the lil' Scoot will be doin' anything for the team?" The Scottish man stumbled out of the mess hall, almost colliding into the man he was talking to. "I mean, really. What'sa lil' thing like that doin' out here on the battle field?" At first actually asking the question only to forget he wasn't speaking to himself, the drunkard just kept mumbling as he scrambled along the wall with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. Watching the Demoman hilariously trying to make it to another destination within the base, Engineer thought to himself the same question, again. He was starting to find no comfort in having an extra team member by his side, but more of a guilt that his decision to help the REDs only caused a poor young man to be sent into war. Nonetheless, there was going to be a change when he recovers from his injection. Hell, maybe he's gotta thing or two up his sleeve. Engineer thought these reassuring thoughts until he slipped off his boots, and lay in his bed. He dreamt of home, that night.
The utensils and scalpels went flying, as the commotion in Medics lab preceded, the scout's panic rose out of control, going lightheaded suddenly, began feeling weak. Medic saw this as an opportunity to shove the anesthetic on the scout, pushing the body back onto the table
Medic watched as the small scout before him lost conciseness, watching as his well known hat tumbled off his head of short hair onto the clean, white floor of the office. Taking the opportunity to quickly strap his arms and legs down with the leather constraints, "Such a little vaby… Scared of needles?" he said to himself while snipping open the scout's shirt to start the process. Pulling apart the thin cloth then reaching for the scalpel, Medic was caught off guard by a bandage bound tightly around his chest. "How odd, I vas not informed of an injury!" Fearing it may be a big enough deal to interfere with the injection, Medic grabbed his scissors and tucked the one half of the utensil under the tightly wound bandage. Clipping inch by inch up the small boys chest until the wrap fall in two and unraveled from his body onto the table, the medic stepped back in confusion.
Full breasts were sitting on this formerly known male's body. In awe of the new change, Medic, in confirmation, lightly pressed the back of his gloved hand against the patient's crotch. Definitely no male genitalia. The medic looked more closely at the bo-GIRLs face. Now that the true gender was known of this scout, there was no denying that this was no boy of war. "How could no vun have noticed?" He shook his head and stood there with his hands crossed, thinking, professionally, what he should do with her. Should he go on with the procedure? Surely the administrator should have known what she and her crew were doing, sending a WOMAN to war. And to disobey the administrator is truly not worth the well beings of this foolish woman anyways, right? Pondering on whether telling the team, or maybe just Engineer, he took more care of her than anyone. Maybe just telling him, so she wouldn't freak out about anyone knowing, for she surely had a good reason for disguising herself. Medic stood patiently figuring out what to do, deciding that what must be done to any soldier, must be done to another. Regardless of uncertainties.
"I'll let Engineer know afterwards…" Medic mumbled to himself as he began to carefully slice open her torso, "Now, I hope ze Administrator knows what she is doing…"
The bright sun showered through the high window in the medic's personal room, which happened to be a portion of his office, as it shown down onto the figure lying in the bed. The streams of light cast upon a young, pale face of a new patient with a sickened feeling in her gut. The morning was not well welcomed for this certain RED scout; not only because she was somewhere foreign to her, but the pain that struck her as soon as she became conscience made her want to die. Pealing open her eyes, ignoring the bright lights in the whitened room, she became aware of what she was wearing. Uncrossing her arms from her chest, she brought up the blankets covering her to see a white hospital gown. Panicking in confusion of how and why she was dressed in such a thing, the scout wanted to yell out to whoever could hear her, but she wouldn't dare. Who knows? She thinks to herself, ignoring her pain for just a moment. Knowing the injection really wasn't that simple of a procedure, she regretted not making up an excuse somehow to avoid this problem all together. She sat there, huffing and puffing for nearly an hour. Too much pain to move correctly, but also too afraid to let anyone know she was there, even if someone had to already, obviously, know. The plain, white bed being laid on was clean and tidy. The rest of the room, however, was even more so. There were no photos, no books, no personal belongings; it seemed, except for what may have laid behind the closet doors that were perpendicular to the neat bed itself.
The door to the room lightly creaked open, and Medics head followed it closely, peaking in to see if the procedure had killed its first female contender. Trying to seem as if though she was sleeping, the scout quickly shut her eyes. Not being fooled by such a childish thing, Medic simply replied, "Zo, you are awake." He strides in, slowly shutting the door, to his own room. "Don't vorry," He reassured her, "I didn't gossip avound zeh base like a little girl. But you know I had to tell somevun." The scout lay in bed scared shitless; she had not planned to let anyone know of her situation, it had always meant to be and stay a secret until she could leave this ungodly war. With eyes wide and frightened, Medic looked at the face of a woman who probably wasn't meant to be here in the first place, "Zeh procedure vent vell…. You're not dead, and you've been out for," He glances at the simple clock hanging above the simple door in the simple room, "46 hours." Gripping the sheets unconsciously, the scout looked down at herself in awe. 46 hours? Medic went on with questions, thinking maybe since she was only pretending to be male, that she could now actually regularly communicate. He was wrong. "You really are mute? Vell, I thought maybe…" She shook her head, growing weary that she was all alone in this room with the man, who knew what she was. With her stomach rumbling, Medic stood, excusing himself for her. Upon leaving the room and shutting the door behind him, the small scout broke down in tears. She decided she'll only cry for a moment, she wasn't as weak as her past made her out to be. Tomorrow, she will try to get away.
If only she could leave this damned bed.