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A/N: I want to thank KayKayTwilie for being so patient with me and giving me great ideas that you will find in this chapter. And I want to thank them for reading and reviewing each and every chapter of this so far. And Yes, KayKay, I copied and pasted your name which is why it is huge so haha. XD
Chapter 8
"So, doc. Did wha' I think happened happen?" Trent asked the Doctor who had finished patching and examining Klus, who still said nothing and just stared into space as he held onto the scarf close to him. When the demo had brought the medic in the hospital, as the German was in no condition to care for himself at the moment, the doctor that came to care for him almost had a panic attack at the fake arm but changed her tune when she saw the broken nose, black eyes, and bruises all over him. They had been in there for hours, getting Klus healed and internally cleaned. Putting the finishing touches on the nose cast, the healer sighed and removed her gloves. "That depends." She started, going to the sink, throwing the gloves away as she passed the trashcan. "What do you think happened?"
Trent scratched his chin in, dumbfounded. "Uh, I'm a bit drunk...I think he was,...raped?" It was more of a question. She just stared at him with a blank expression which turned to concern. "You're right. All the tests came back positive. He was raped and beaten. What came first or second, only he knows." The demoman looked between Klus and the doctor as she went over to her computer and began typing. "Is there anythin' we can do fer 'im?" He asked. "I mean...He's our doctor out on the battlefield-"
"You guys are in the war?" She turned in her seat and watched the two in amazement and wonder. Looking them over, she was probably wondering what a Scotsman and a German doing in the Vietnam war. "What are you doing here then?" Trent seemed a bit off guard at her question. But he was prepared with a story. "Th' war deployed us here fer rest an' relaxation. We were comin' from a pub when me friend here was assaulted while I was in the loo." He softly tapped Klus' shoulder comfortingly. Unfortunately, Klus made no notice of the gesture, continuing to stare ahead. "Poor lad could never fight very well. What am I supposed ta' do for 'im?"
Her eyes softened and landed on the German. "There's not much you can do. You'll have to wait until he snaps out of his trance and give him counseling. Aside from that, It'll be up to him."
"Ah, I don' know anyone fer counseling. Who could I possibly send 'im to? We're leaving ta' get back ta' fighting ta'marrow." His eyes went hard, thinking of all the things he could to to a sick bastard that dared to do this to their medic. "I'm sorry. I don't know how things work in your position. Military wise I mean. You said he was your doctor. Do you have another that might help him?" Trent shook his head sadly. "Nah, lass. It's one medic per squad. Which makes for poor progress if we're badly injured."
"What about family? Anyone I can contact for him. He obviously can't go to your base."
"I don' know about family. He and I rarely talk about tha."
"I'll check the records. Let me finish the report. After this, I need to inform the autorities."
"Don' do tha' lass."
"Why not?! Look what they did to him!"
"Because," Began the demoman. "I'm gonna find him meself and make 'im suffer."
Back at the hotel, it was like he was leading a robot to the bed. No, Trent would bet that the robot would show more awareness around it than the medic seemed to at the moment. Lifting the medic from the floor, he gently laid him on the bed, Klus squirmed a little. "Easy there. Don' pull them stitches. That would be bad if you tore them open again." Trent scolded, pulling the covers over the medic who just stared at the ceiling. Now that the medic had gotten settled, The demo sighed, and turned to the phone by the bed. He knew what he had to do...turning back and watching the medic who was oblivious to everything, Trent grabbed to phone, sitting on the edge of his own bed. Dialing in a number, he listened to the rings. He looked back to the medic. "I'm sorry, mate. This isn't easy fer me ta' do. I hope you understand lad." another ring. "I jus' can' take ya' with meh right now." and when he finally got an answer, demo did a thing he never allowed himself to do until now. A tear fell from his eye.
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Klus didn't know what it was that woke him up from his sleep in the middle of the night. But as his eyes opened, He turned his head to look at Trent who snored away on his bed in the dark room. He took a breath. Despite his mental exhaustion, he got up, too uncomfortable to actually sleep. Reaching his hand to his face, he felt the wetness of tears, feeling empty and void. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see Vlad towering above him, could feel the blue heavy push into him harshly. Each time he fell into the void of sleep, Vlad is there. Sitting up in the dark room, he shoved the covers off of him before tossing his legs over the edge of the bed to stand up, holding the scarf closely.
As quietly as he could muster, Klus stepped out of the room and into the silent hall of the hotel, choosing to go explore. As he strode slowly, ignoring the painful stretching of the stitches in his anus, he continued on, loving the feel of the soft carpet on his bare feet as he just continued on absentmindedly, staring at the paintings that hung on the wall and the plants that sat undisturbed in their vases either on tables or on the floor, depending on their size. Door after door, he passed, not recognizing a thing since Trent had carried him all the way to and from the room. Finally reaching a flight of stairs, he tenderly and slowly stepped down them, carpet soon gave away to smooth tiles as he got closer to the lobby. Klus wasn't planning to leave the building, he just wanted to travel around the lobby for a bit. He was almost to the desk when he heard a familiar voice.
"Excuse me, do you have room for me?" Klus froze as his anxiety picked up. His heart beat so heavily, he could feel it in his throat and feel the blood rush through his veins. Shaking, he pushed himself to the wall, peaking slightly to see which of the heavies it was, Vlad, or Misha? He had no way of knowing just by hearing their voices since they sounded the same. Tears flooded his eyes, yet he felt nothing inside besides a small pang of pain in his chest.
There stood, Misha, at the counter, Mask in her carrier right at his feet. He was leaning against the counter with a tired smile on his face as he spoke to the lady at the front desk. She smiled back and was typing on her computer, checking the rooms.
"You're in luck, sir. We have a room available. Room 304." Klus blinked. That was the room right across the hall from his and Trents. So for a night, they were sharing a hotel. "Thank you. I will take it. It has been a long day."
The medic didn't stay to hear the rest as he found himself suddenly afraid of his lover. Maybe it was because of his resemblance to Vlad. Or maybe the sight of him brings him memories of what had happened only hours ago. One thing Klus was positive about; This was the reason that Vlad had forced himself on the medic. He wanted Klus to fear him and Misha both. Wanted him away from his twin which he hated with a passion just for sharing the same breath of air. The emotions all came rushing at him by the time he reached the hallway on the bottom floor. Fear, sadness, anxiety, depression, weakness, useless, defenseless, and ,dare he say it, helpless. Falling to his knees in the middle of the hallway, he curled into a tight ball, scarf tucked to his chest as he began sobbing all over right there, loudly. He was pretty sure that he woke the people in the rooms up but he couldn't stop.
"Klus?" Misha had spotted him right there. The medic didn't need to look up to know that the heavy was looking at him with such a shocked and confused gaze. He heard the clank from the carrier as Mask's cage was dropped to the floor and her alarmed meows followed afterward. He heard Misha's footsteps hurry to him, causing Klus to curl into his ball tighter as his shaking grew worse. He could see Misha's knee as it touched the carpet, through the gap between his elbow and knee. He even saw that hurt look when Klus quickly turned on his back and scooted quickly away with heavy breathing and wild eyes, scanning the room for an exit. In his mind, he told himself "This is Misha, not Vlad. He would not hurt you!" But his thoughts could not calm him as he scooted until his back hit a table, causing a vase to fall to the floor, shattering. Flowers, water, and glass went everywhere as the medic covered his head with his hands to keep himself from getting hurt by the shards.
"Why do you run from me? What is wrong?" His heart hurt to hear Misha ask these words. It hurt even more to know that as the giant crawled closer to him at a slow pace, the German curled his legs to his chest and covered his face in his knees. "Klus..." there was a pause and a hand hovered near his head. "What has happened to you to make you so frightened?" The giant begged his questions. The second that his giant hand touched the back of Klus' hair lovingly, the medic pulled away, letting out a cry of terror, sobbing loudly again.
"Don't hurt me!" He found himself pleading loudly, choking on a sob. Misha pulled his hand away like it was on fire, watching the medic in horror. "Bitte! I'll do what you say! Just don't hurt me again!" The look on the Russian's face was so nasty that it had Klus wishing he could melt through the wall. "Vlad did this." At the name of Misha's twin, Klus flinched harshly, whimpering in his knees words that the giant couldn't make out. "Klus..." Misha began, this time, not making an attempt to comfort the smaller man, remembering what had happened moments ago. "Please...I need you to tell me what happened." Klus stayed quiet, still content with whimpering all over again. The giant sighed, looking over at the cat that Mask resided in before crawling to it and opening it, bringing Mask out, who glared at the heavy for dropping her. Slowly, he crawled right back to the trembling man, holding the cat out to him in his large palm.
"Klus, look." He stated. "Mask wants to say hello." This worked as it had the medic looking up to the cat before he grabbed her gently, snuggling her close to him, dropping the scarf he had been clutching. Mask, happy to be back with her owner, purred and rubbed her head against his face, oblivious to his trauma. "Mask..." He whispered softly, his sobs and whimpering fading away but his trembling stayed, only lessening. Looking up from the cat, he looked to the heavy on which he now remembered. "Misha?...You won't hurt me." He nodded, holding the cat closer to his chest. Misha, although his anger lingering, yet hidden away for later, nodded with a forced smile. "Da. It is me. I would never hurt you." He confirmed, looking down at the medic. "Can I touch you?" There was a long hesitation but Klus did nod uncertain. But that nod was all the heavy needed before he slowly and gently, grasped one of Klus' hands, rubbing his thumb over the medic's knuckles as the medic gave his hand a strong grip for comfort.
"Please." Misha tried again. "Will you tell me what happened?" Hoping that the medic would say 'yes', he pulled his key for his room from his pocket. Another hesitant nod was his answer before Klus bit his lip and looked around the hall nervously. Misha made a small noise as he realized that people were beginning to come out of their rooms to see what the commotion was. "Maybe my room would be a better place to discuss this." He offered. Klus' nod was quicker this time. "Ja." He looked pitifully in the heavy's eyes. "But Could you help me upstairs?" He looked down to his legs. "I'm hurt-"
"Tell me in the room." Misha interrupted. "And if you would let me, I will carry you there."
"Nein!" Klus cried out suddenly, gripping Mask so tight that she growled and smacked him, but not using her claws, behaving more like a scolding mother. He released her a bit and she calmed back down. His exclamation startled Misha a bit and the blue found his face going red and he looked to the floor. "I-I mean. No...I just need a little help. I...I need to walk...For my own sake." Misha nodded understanding as he helped his lover stand, noticing how he got up awkwardly with his legs spread out.
The heavy had to practically carry the medic up the stairs but they made it eventually. It took all Klus could to get into the enclosed area with Misha, not liking how dark it was. He calmed down tremendously when the lights were turned on. Gently, Klus sat down on the soft sofa as Misha brought over the arm chair from the corner of the room to sit in front of the frightened medic. Klus was once again clutching the scarf as Mask explored the room with interest before jumping on the bed lazily. Misha motioned with his hand and held Klus' tenderly, going back to rubbing his knuckles. "Now, do you feel like telling me?"
The response he got was not one he had been expecting. Instead of telling him, Klus shut his eyes tightly, shaking his head. "Can you somehow...find a way to tell me?" Klus took a few deep breaths before opening his eyes as tear slowly leaked from them. Nodding, he folded the scarf and scrunched it crudely in one hand to look like a deformed star. Pointing to the scarf, he then pointed to himself. "This is me." He stated, voice suddenly shaking. Using that same finger, he looked at it angrily. "Vlad." Just the name sent fire burning through the giants veins, bud he refused to show it, in fear of scaring Klus off. With his pointed finger, he shoved it between the "legs" of the star before dropping the fabric to the floor and covering his face with his hands, whimpering once again as he did in the hallway. Sensing her owners distress, Mask hopped off the bed and into his lap, meowing loudly. He let a hand drop and pat her, running his hand through her smooth fur.
To Misha, what Klus had explained was clear. Grinding his teeth, he felt nothing but pure hatred for his twin. Klus wasn't the first lover Misha had that Vlad had raped. Of course, he told the German that his brother had killed the giants past lover. Partially, that was correct but not completely the whole truth. His other lover had committed suicide after Vlad had raped him, unable to cope with the feeling of being "dirty". Looking Klus over, he had no doubt that, that's how the blue medic must be feeling right now. All dirty and disgusted at his own body. The truth was, even though this had happened, Misha thought he was the most beautiful person he had ever lain eyes on other than Christoph. Casually, he squeezed the hand he was holding, catching Klus' eyes. With a kind smile, he brought the hand to his mouth, placing a butterfly kiss on those sore knuckles. "You are still beautiful." And that was all he said. He got no response from the other man but the look in the German's blue eyes was enough to tell him he heard him.
Rage bubbled inside him but there was little the giant could do at this time of night. "Where is your room? I will walk you there." He asked. Klus shook his head violently, with eyes wide in fright. As much as the medic trusted and believed that the demo; who was sleeping soundly in the room he was sharing with, he didn't want to leave the room he was currently in, fearing that his attacker might be out there, lurking and waiting. "I-I want to stay out here. Bitte. If that is alright." If you asked Misha, the red heavy would have told you that he preferred that the medic stayed with him. He didn't want to leave the man alone, not knowing that the blue Demoman was caring for the medic. Nodding, he smiled and stood. "Very well. You can use the bed on the left then. Is farther from the door." His suggestion calmed the medic and he went to get ready, tired from the events that happened.
Klus padded to the bed, Mask, leaping from his arms to run under the television in the DVD shelf where she had room to squeeze in. Pulling the covers back, he Plops tenderly on the bed, hissing as he felt his stitching tug as he pulled his legs into the bed and throwing the covers back on, sighing as his head hit the comfy pillow. Misha, who had finished his nightly routine, spotted the medic asleep in the bed, smiled sadly as he turned the light off and got into his own bed.
In the middle of the night, Misha was awoken to the bed dipping with a smaller weight climbing in and Klus' smaller body snuggled against the giants, hands gripping the shoulder parts of his shirt. Giving a sleepy smile, he wrapped his arm around the medic, hearing the man sigh happily as he snuggled into the large chest, his long black hair getting tangled and messed up in the process. Closing his eyes, Misha went back to sleep, dreaming up plans for revenge as Klus slept content, enjoying the smell of the heavy's cologne.
A/N: would have written more but I am really tired.
Noticed I spelled "Nyet" wrong. I'd been writing it as "Niet" and not how it was spelled. Ah, whatever. It's 2:31 in the morning and I am hungry. I regret nothing!