The Scout opened his eyes quickly to see he was in a big room.
It was the infirmary. Big bright lights shone down on him, he squeezed his eyes shut wishing someone could just turn the damn lights of so he could see. Just then he heard the Engineer's voice.
"Scout, boy, you alright son?" The voice asked the young man who was blind from the light.
"Hey... Turn the light off will ya?" The Scout asked bringing his hands up and covering his face so no more light could get into his eyes. He felt like he had been knocked out and asleep for days.
"Oh okay sorry." Before the Engineer even left the place he had been standing another hand switched the light off. "Zorry Herr Scout. I didn't realize zee light would botzher you. My fault."
"What the hell happened to you out there son?" The Engineer asked concerned about the Scout. The Scout looked at Engineer.
"I don't know what DID happen ta me out dare doc?" The Scout rubbed his eyes trying to get the groggy feeling out of his head. "You seamed to have passed out. We figured it was because of Engy getting shot through zee head from zhat pesky Sniper." The Scout made a nervous face.
"MAN IM SO SORRY! HOW COME I DIDNT SEE-" The Engineer cut the Scout off.
"How were you supposed to see someone who wasn't there? It's not your fault boy. I have 'died' a great number of times and I'm still ticking. I came back, no worries with that handy lil' gadget re-spawn."
The Scout looked guilty as hell. He knew there was nothing he could do about the Sniper one thousand miles away, but he just felt bad he let the Texan die like that.
"It's okay boy... Now your what we need to worry about, what happened to you, I found you white as a ghost out there, ya almost got killed by a Soldier!"
"I don't know... I just had one a'them weird dreams again..." This made Medic's curiosity grow a considerable amount. "Weird dreams Herr scout?"
"Yeah just these weird fucked up dreams bout weird fucked up things." The Scout mumbled to the Medic in response.
"Hmm, should I hear about these dreams? Do they effect your mental health at all?"
"...What?" The Scout asked unaware to what the German man meant. The Medic sighed and walked over to the Scout.
"It vould be best if you get back to your room ja? I will talk to you about these mysterious dreamz later." The Medic helped Scout up out of the bed before showing him and the Engineer out of the room.
"You need anyzhing just call me!" The doctor said before walking back to his desk to write some things down. As soon as the two friends had turned the hall Medic took out Scouts files and flipped through them scanning the pages seeing his mental heath. It was just a clean streak of family. No problems at all with any of his family. Could it be BONK induced insanity? Or just a bad dream? How many of these BAD dreams had the Scout had? When did they start? The edic had a lot of questions for that boy...
The Engineer walked back to Scouts room with him.
"Why do I need sleep anyway? I'm not sick." The Scout said pulling up the thin blue sheet on his small bed and slipping under it. "Well doctor's orders son." The Engineer said grabbing the door knob.
"G'night I guess..." The Scout frowned
"Good night boy. Try to think happy thoughts this time before you fall asleep. It usually helps." The Scout smiled at the Engineer, "yeah, 'kay. I'll do that." The Engineer turned the boy's light off before leaving the room. Think happy thoughts... Think happy thoughts..
The Scout closed his eyes trying to fall asleep but to no avail, he just wasn't tired. He wanted to get up and run around, see what the other classes where up to, not sit in bed and sleep. He sat there cross as he heard other members of the BLU team laughing downstairs.
Why couldn't he be with them? He sat there thinking for a while until he got up out of bed and scampered across the room over to his desk. His desk was old and chipped, he barely used it if ever in the first place. But he did keep stuff in it so if he needed something he would have a pretty good idea where it is.
But he barely used his things in there anyway. He searched through the drawer's looking for his book he kept all his photos in, it was a big reddish brown book that his mother made him take with him when she found out he would be leaving for the fight against RED team.
It had a scaly texture and the word written all fancy on the front of it saying " Memory's". It had a long blue ribbon shoved in between pages marking the place where it had been left off the last time someone had looked at it.
He opened up to the page curiously and saw where it had been left off, was a small note that read 'Dear Danny'. It had been two years since he left, not looking in the book once since he had come here. guilt started to pile on his shoulders as he thought about how the two years he had been here, his mother had left a note for him he had not even taken the time to find.
Carefully picking up the aged and faded note, he opened it up looking for something inside to read. There was a small slip of paper and what looked like a photo. Carefully taking it out and unfolding the note, he saw that the note had a coffee stain in the upper right corner of the page.
He chuckled to himself, it was classic (whatever that meant). He looked and saw his mothers hand writing he began to read,
Dear Danny,
you are probably at war fighting For your team right now, But I hope you find this letter soon.
Me and your brothers love you dear, and Never forget that no matter what happens.
love, Mommy
The Scout couldn't help smile when he saw his mother's note. But he wanted to cry really. He had not seen his mother in two years, he missed her very much. He looked at the smaller slip of paper with ten people crowded into the small picture.
There was a woman, a man, and seven little boys along with a baby in the woman's arms. The baby was him.
He smiled at the picture seeing the happy look on his mothers face. The handsome father standing beside his beautiful wife, arm around her shoulder. His father looked distinctly familiar, the nose, the mouth, the intense blue eyes that stared at the wife filled with love.
The Scout touched the picture trying to remember when he was young, and back in Boston. He matured a lot in his time being here, he knew now it was serious, It was man-up or get swallowed under. He was proud of himself, How he went from that snobby annoying young boy running around on the streets of Boston to the matured Scout he is now.
He smiled and stared at the the picture wishing he was home with his mother.
He could hear the sound of talking downstairs, it was clearly Demoman, but he smiled anyway despite hearing the drunk Scottish man's voice. There where pictures of him as a baby, and as a toddler riding on his older brothers back, and trying to learn to play baseball with his father assisting him when he fell over from swinging the bat to far. He looked to be a very nice father from the pictures. But why did he leave? He looked nice but, why would he leave if he loved them like he said he did?
He flipped through the pages looking through pictures. In one he was sitting on a picnic bench with his father, His father was turned to the side holding the boys hand and looking out into the distance, he looked like the happiest man in the world. The Scout touched the picture carefully sure not to smudge the old photo. He wished he could have known his father longer. He only had small scattered bits of memory about his dad. But he wanted to remember more.
Just than the Medic poked his head in the room.
"You are wide awake ja?" he asked peering at Scout from the crack of the door.
"Uh yeah. Sorry I jus' couldn't fall asleep..."
"Then do you mind answering a few questions Herr Scout?" The German man said to the Scout as he moved in a little more revealing a clipboard in his gloved hand.
"Not at all Doc." The Scout pushed the book back into his desk and closed the drawer.
The doctor walked in and took a seat on a chair that had been pushed into the corner of the room,
"So lets start shall we?" The Scout gave a nod in response and the German man began to ask questions.
"Did you have a bad childhood scout?"
"No."
"Did your parents hurt you at all?"
"No, never."
"What did you do to pass the time?"
"I would play ball, and stuff like that."
"Ah, I see."
"Did your siblings hurt you?"
"oOf course they are my brothers there not gonna be nice."
"Yes, I suppose."
"Did you ever get hit in the head hard enough to knock you out when you were little?"
"No I don't think so."
"Did you ever hurt anyone badly and regret it?"
"No I don't think so..."
"Are you a virgin?"
"WHAT?"
"I was just wondering."
The doctor went one with his questions until there was nothing left to ask.
"Well, you seem fine. It must just be a coincidence."
"What's a coincidence doc?" The Scout asked curiously looking at the German doctor in front of him.
"No, It's nothing. You will be fine with a bit of rest Danny, nothing to worry about. Just get your sleep now boy." The Medic sat up and ruffled Scout's hair a bit before leaving the room once again. "If you need me Scout, just call." He said before closing the door.
The Medic wasn't sure but he thought he may have had an idea what was going on with scout. But he decided to wait until another symptom occurred before jumping to such conclusions.