Engineer – Blood
Engineer was a Haemophobic.
He could never see or think about blood without a wave of nausea overtaking him, his whole body becoming on edge and, on rare occasions, made him pass out. It seemed that the more blood there was, the worse he would feel.
That's why he tried to stay out of conflict
Whenever they were fighting, the Texan would always try and find a secluded spot and build a sentry, letting the machinery kill and shed blood in his place. He preferred building dispensers so that if someone did come bleeding, they would be healed quickly and efficiently.
It all happened when he about 12.
He was walking home at night with his friend Jake after a club at their school and they had been chattering about the idea of forming a band when they were older; it seemed like the perfect way to get money and recognition in one fell swoop. They began crossing the street, fondly laughing about what could happen…
Then the car came.
The Texan could remember the sickening crack as metal met Jake's frame, the dull thud as his friend was thrown to the ground and, most of all, the crimson substance that stained the young man's body. He couldn't say a word as he saw his friend gasp for breath, blood oozing out of his limp body, the sounds being rasps of 'help' and the driver's drunken screams.
They couldn't save him.
After 23 years, he was still angry at the driver and whenever he saw a few droplets of the scarlet fluid, he would be forced to recall his friend's death and the horrible, horrible blood. It was enough to make him black out, which for him was a godsend.
He stayed out of the battle's way.
But that didn't stop him seeing the blood of others.
~*~
Engineer sat in the Medbay, having a light conversation with the Medic about the progress of some maintenance work on one of the German's pieces of equipment.
"Dammit…! I need some help!"
The Spy limped in, gripping his left arm tightly. The Texan saw that the man's expression was that of intense pain as he clenched his teeth together and his left eye was tightly shut. But what caught his attention was the tattered suit…
…and the blood that flowed from his torn arm and leg.
Engineer felt his heart pump faster and faster, his breath shuddering as he saw the damage done to the Frenchman. Oh God, it was all coming back to him; Jake's body slamming against the car's armour, the shattering of glass, the screams of pain…
The Texan felt light-headed as the Spy inched further into the room, leaning against the examination table, blood staining his clothes and the floor. The two men looked at him with concern. "Herr Engineer!" Medic called out, a sewing needle and surgical thread in his gloved hands.
Darkness flooded his vision and the world spun as he fainted.
It was one of those days; looks like he's staying away from the Medbay. Again.
That would probably never change no matter what.
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Demoman