The spy couldn't get a word in before J.D. ran over and smacked him with the shovel. He was knocked unconscious and lay limp on the bed. Conrad quickly got up to restrain the enraged soldier.

"Bitte, Herr Soldier, calm down!" he said, grabbing his arms and pulling them behind his back. The soldier continued to swear and yell. The RED pyro, who was walking through the halls, rushed into the medical room and started helping the medic. They wrestled him to the operating table and forced him down on it.

"I KNOW WHAT HE WAS DOING! DON'T LET HIM GET TO YOU, DOC'! ONCE HE DOES, HE'LL CUT OUT YOUR HEART AND EAT IT LIKE A FRENCH DELICACY!" he roared at them. The pyro made a few annoyed sounds and put one gloved hand under his jaw, slamming his mouth shut. After Conrad made sure the pyro could handle the struggling man, he went back over to the spy. He was positive there was a bruise under the mask, but he would let the Medigun take care of it. He checked the spy's pulse and held his eyes open. He seemed fine apart from his older injuries. Conrad turned back to the other RED's.

"Herr Soldier, I understand you vant to question zhe spy, but you can't keep hitting him every time you zhink he's resisting. You have to let him heal." he said. J.D. pushed the pyro away, stomping over to the medic and pointing at the spy.

"I tell you, doc', this scum is dangerous! You can never trust a spy, no matter what!" he snarled. Conrad flinched back a bit and put his hands behind his back.

"I know. But just... give him time to heal. I promise, once he's vell, I'll let you talk to him." he replied. J.D. titled up his helmet again, glaring at the medic. Then he growled and marched out the door, slamming it behind him. The pyro walked over to Conrad, mumbling something. Conrad put a hand on it's shoulder, thanking it. "I'm glad you came vhen you did. I don't zhink I could of handled him."

"Mmmmf mm." it replied. Then it waved good-bye and left. The only sound in the room was the hum of the Medigun and the spy's shallow breathing. Conrad took a second on look back at him and then went over to his desk, opening a drawer and taking out some papers that hadn't been ruined by blood. He walked back to his room across the hall and unlocked the door. He went inside and put the papers on his bedroom desk. Then he walked back out into the hall and closed the medical room door, locking it. He closed his door as he went back to his bedroom. Sitting down as his desk chair, he filled out different papers and documents.

The next morning, Conrad woke up at his desk. His alarm clock was going off. He stood up and shut it off, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Then he opened his bedroom door, walking over to the medical room. He turned the handle and went in, glancing at the spy's bed and yawning.

"Guten tag, Herr Spy..." he said sleepily. It took him a moment to notice the bed was empty. Conrad panicked and started looking for Fontaine. The spy could of been anywhere. He backed up against the wall, holding his breath. Then someone called from outside the hall.

"Monsieur, I'm out here." Fontaine called before being consumed by a coughing fit. The medic ran to the door, looking out. The spy was leaning against the wall, smoking. He looked over at the medic and blew out a large amount of smoke from his mouth. Conrad frowned and hurried over to him, grabbing his arm.

"Vhat do you zhink you're doing? If zhe soldier finds you out here, he'll kill you!" he said. The spy shook his head.

"I would rather die then stay 'ere." he said. Conrad yanked on his arm, pulling him towards the medical room. When Fontaine tried to follow him, he fell against the shorter man, leaning against him for balance. Conrad bit his lip and helped him stay upright.

"Come on... Fontaine, lets get you back to your bed." he said. The spy coughed and nodded. When they got back into the room, the spy let go of the medic, sitting on his desk and putting his hand against his bandaged chest. Conrad closed the door and turned towards the him. "Vhat vere you out zhere for?" he asked, "You're zupposed to stay in here."

"I don't need you worrying about me, doctor. I wanted to get out of this room." Fontaine replied. He took another drag on his cigarette before putting it out in an ashtray that Conrad had set out for him. The medic offered out one of his hands so he could help the spy get back to his bed, but when Fontaine grabbed it, he effortlessly pulled the medic close to him. Conrad blushed lightly and did his best not to touch the other man's chest. He thought the force would irritate his wounds. But the spy just arched his eyebrows and grabbed the medic's glasses off his face, "Something wrong?"

"Ah-! Nein, nein, nothing at all..." he said, nervous about the spy's strange behavior. He reached up to get his glasses, but Fontaine just put them behind his back, dropping them on the desk. He grabbed the medic's hand and looked for the burn marks. When he found them, he put the fingers up to his mouth and licked them carefully. Conrad froze up, unsure of what to do. Fontaine's tongue eagerly slipped between the fingers, leaving trails of saliva on them. The feel of it made the medic close his fingers together. The spy just smiled and put his other hand on Conrad's wrist. He opened his mouth a bit wider and stuck the tips of them in, sucking gently. The medic bit his lip and looked up into the spy's eyes, flinching at the icy blue that surrounded his pupils. He opened his own mouth to say something when the Announcer's voice started booming over the intercom.

"Battle begins in 15 minutes! Try not to disappoint me..." she said. Fontaine released Conrad's arm and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him closer so he could whisper in his ear.

"Try not to be killed. I want to see you later." he said harshly. Conrad didn't know what to make of the statement, but nodded and started towards the door, grabbing his coat on the way out.

"Get back in bed, Herr Spy. You'll never get your strength back valking around." he lectured him before heading out the door. Fontaine waited until he left to get up and sit in his desk chair instead of going over to the bed. He opened one of the drawers and started digging around in it.

"Lets see what I can find about you in 'ere..."