The next morning, the BLU medic woke to the sound of singing. It quickly turned into a fit of coughing. Conrad sat up in his chair and looked over his shoulder, wiping the drool off his face. He saw the injured spy covering his mouth and scratching at his bandages. The medic quickly got up and ran to the man's aid, turning on the Medigun and letting it heal up the spy enough so blood stopped coming out through his cuts.
"Bitte, Herr spy, don't strain yourself so much!" he lectured him. The spy just snarled and turned on his side, groaning in pain and ignoring the medic's help. Conrad shook his head and walked back to his desk. He must of fallen asleep while doing paperwork. A few of the papers had wet spots on them from his drooling problem. He grabbed a blank paper and his clipboard. Then we went back over to the spy and pulled out a pen from his coat's breast pocket. "How much pain are you feeling?" he asked.
"Are you blind, stupid man?" the spy growled at him through gritted teeth, "How much pain do you think I'm feeling?"
"I need to know zhis, can you please cooperate?" Conrad told him. He lowered his clipboard and placed a hand on the spy's shoulder, "I promise to make you better, Herr spy."
"I can't trust someone like you. But if you really want to know, my whole body aches and if it wasn't painfully obvious, I'm bleeding everywhere." the man replied, pulling Conrad's hand off. He winced in pain with the sudden movement and gripped the edge of the medical bed. The medic frowned, feeling sorry for him. Suddenly, the medical room door opened and Vadik walked him, happily eating a sandwich. He greeted the doctor and looked at the spy.
"Ha, ha, ha! Look at leetle spy!" he said, lightly pushing the spy with a hand. The man glared at both BLU's, rubbing the area the heavy touched. Conrad grabbed Vadik's arm, lowering it.
"Don't touch him, Mein Freund! His wounds have yet to heal..." he said. The heavy nodded and walked over to the other side of the room, looking at the posters and graphs. Conrad looked back at the spy, offering a smile, "Excuse zhe heavy, he doesn't know his own strength-"
"Just keep him and yourself away from me!" the man hissed. The medic flinched and walked back to his desk. Then the door opened once more, both BLU spies walking in. One was a tall male, who looked exactly like the RED one. The other was a short female with orange hair. She wore a blue vest with a white undershirt and blue dress pants. She held the hand of the taller spy, hiding behind him.
"Hello, everyone, we have come to see zhe RED spy." the man said. The girl nodded her head, a grin appearing on her face. Conrad knew they were both up to no good. He wasn't fond of spies, even his own team's. But he pointed towards the medical bed where the wounded spy was lying. The tall spy let go of the girls hand, clapping them together, "Ah! Fontaine..."
"What is it, Garbriel?" the RED spy replied. Conrad was surprised to hear the RED's name for the first time. It was very smart-sounding and classy to him.
"I have come to see you, brother!" Gabriel laughed, walking over to him. The girl followed after, grabbing the stool near the bed and sitting close to the RED.
"I see you've brought Claire with you." Fontaine said, reaching out and grabbing one of the girl's hands. She giggled and squeezed his hand.
"Of course. I 'ave to keep a close eye on 'er, so she does not run over play with that RED scout of yours. Isn't that right, Claire?" he said, smacking the back of her head. She glared at Gabriel.
"Shut your trap, teach'! I can do whatever I want." she argued. The taller man just rolled his eyes and took out his cigarette case, grabbing two out and handing one to Fontaine before closing the case and placing it back in his suit. He lit his and handed the lighter to his brother. Conrad was quick to object.
"Nein, nein! Don't smoke zhose foul zhings in here!" he said, rushing over and grabbing the man by the back of his collar. He pulled him to the door, Claire following behind. He opened it and pushed both of them out into the hall.
"Mon ami-" the taller spy tried to argue. Conrad just slammed the door behind him.
"That was a little harsh, doktor..." Vadik commented. Conrad glared at him, upset.
"I hate zhose things." he grumbled. Then the scent of smoke hit his nose and he turned towards the RED spy, who blew smoke out into the air. Conrad felt his face heat up.
"Herr spy, vhat did I just say?" he yelled at Fontaine, storming over to him and reaching for the cigarette. The spy just held it farther away from the medic so he was unable to grab it.
"Come get it." he taunted. The medic snarled and reached over the spy. The smoke was irritating his eyes and he wiped them. Fontaine laughed and pushed the medic away, the movement causing him a great amount of pain. The distraction gave Conrad enough time to snatch the cigarette, burning his fingers as he dropped it to the floor. The spy was enraged, "Argh, great! Now look what you've done!"
He lunged at the medic, gripping his coat with both hands and falling off the table, the medic coming down with him. Vadik rushed over and pulled both of them up. He ripped the spy from the medic and pushed him away. Fontaine stumbled backwards and hit his hip against the desk, crying out in pain. The bandages on his chest started turning redder and blood leaked from his body. Conrad panicked, running back to the spy and grabbing him before he hit the floor again.
"Herr heavy! Help me!" he urged. The heavy came over and took the man from the medic. Conrad told him to lay the spy on the desk while he ran over to the Medigun and unhooked it. Then he brought it over and trained it on the Fontaine. The blue ray shrouded his body and he started to relax again. His body went limp and the BLU medic leaned in to listen for breathing. He was relieved to find the spy had just fainted. Both BLU's took him back to the bed, Vadik laying him down and Conrad placed the Medigun in the holder above the bed, still humming life to the spy.
"Are you okay, doktor?" Vadik asked. The medic stuck his burnt fingers in his mouth and nodded. Vadik walked to the door, opening it and leaving. Conrad looked at the spy's body. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth and wiped them on his coat. Then he shook his head and walked back to the desk, frowning at the bloodstained papers.
"Huh..?" Fontaine's vision quickly came into focus. The wall of blue made him dizzy, but he managed to sit up on the bed. The shuffling of paper made him turn his head to look behind him. Conrad was placing all the clean papers on the desk, stacking them in a neat pile. He looked at the spy and smiled.
"You're up." he commented. Fontaine stared at him as he wiped his desk with a wet rag. Then the spy noticed the pile of red papers on the floor. For some reason, he felt bad.
"Was that from me?" he asked. The medic looked at him again, a surprised look on his face. Then he looked at the papers the spy was motioning at.
"Oh, ja, ve had to put you on my desk so ve could heal you. Its no big deal, just a bit of extra vork tonight..." he said. Then he opened one of the desk's cabinets and pulled out a brown box. He walked over to Fontaine, taking the lid off and showing him the contents. Many cigarettes were inside. "I felt bad about earlier, Herr spy." he told the man, pulling out a cigarette and offering it to him, "Take one, before I decide to change my mind."
"... thank you." Fontaine said, grabbing it. The medic handed him the BLU spy's lighter.
"I really hate zhose zhings. I just have a box because my father gave zhem to me for my birthday." Conrad said. The spy nodded, taking a drag after lighting the cigarette. The medic sat on the stool from earlier, watching the other man calmly smoke, "Zo, do you like singing, Herr spy?"
"My name is Fontaine." the spy replied. Conrad flinched a bit, "Now, why would you think I like to sing?"
"Er... I heard you zhis morning... you vere singing something in French..." the medic said, rubbing his neck nervously. Fontaine glanced at him before taking the cigarette out of his mouth and blowing the smoke around.
"No need to worry. I do like to sing, if you want to know. That was 'La Vie En Rose'." he told the medic. Conrad smiled.
"Vell, you have a vonderful voice. I'm sure it vould be better if you vere not injured." he said. Then he bumped his fingers against one of the stool's legs and cursed in pain.
"What is it?" Fontaine questioned. He watched the medic examine his fingers, which were very red and dry looking. He realized it was a burn and thought back to when the man had grabbed the other cigarette from his hand. The spy reached over and took Conrad's hand in his own. He brought it close to his face, looking at the burn. Then, with no thought, he kissed the medic's fingers, running his tongue between them. Conrad's eyes widened and a small gasp slipped out of his mouth. The spy grinned and noted the medic's reaction. Suddenly, the door to the room was kicked in and J.D. marched in, carrying his shovel. He tilted his helmet up and stared at the two before yelling.
"RELEASE THAT MEDIC'S HAND, FRENCHIE!"