Rousseau began to grow worried. It was days since he last saw Madeline. He grew scared that she had been injured during battle, or possibly dead. It was possible. He paced around underwater. Maybe she was scared of him, but, no, she thanked him for killing those boys, for saving her life.

From behind him, he heard water splashing, and he cloaked, and peeked from the water's surface.

It was the older medic that Madeline had mentioned. He looked flustered, his face was sweaty.

"R-Rousseau?" He asked. He lay still in the water. "Madeline asked for you, s-she wants you to see her in zhe med bay." He continued to stay still. "Rousseau, no one is going to see you, not even me. She said you vill not hurt me." He watched the medic rub his face, claiming this was stupid and asking himself why he calling out a fake monster anyways.

"Lead ze way." The spy eventually said. The medic looked around, wondering where the voice came from. "Ah, I am cloaked, please, lead ze way." He silently left the waters and followed the medic up the stairs, turning sharply into the med bay.

"Madeline?" The medic asked. She mumbled a little, letting him know she was awake, even if she looked asleep. "Rousseau is here." She opened her eyes, and smiled.

"You can uncloak, Rousseau." She grinned as she spoke gently.

"I...I don't want to; Zee medic is still 'ere." He spoke out. They both watched as the Medic shook his head.

"I am sorry, I refuse to leave. Apparently zhe monster is in my med bay and I am not leaving it alone vith my patient." He said.

"Medic, he's kinda... he's a little strange, okay?" Madeline said.

"I am not leaving." He grabbed a chair, and settled in. He sighed, and turned to face the wall. "Zhis is zhe best I vill do. I won't watch, I'll read my book, and then I'll help Rousseau back to the sewers." he grabbed a book, and continued to grumble about how it wasn't safe for a man-eater knowing where the med bay was.

He uncloaked, and looked over Madeline. One arm was wrapped in wet-looking red bandages, and her torso was dressed the same way, though all the red stayed collected on one side.

"Yeah, s-someone got me pretty good with a shotgun." She explained her wounds. "Backed away from the guy, and I fell off the second story, onto my arm."

"Jou will be fine, though?" He asked. Madeline nodded, and told him she can leave the med bay tomorrow.

"Rousseau, if I may ask," the medic spoke up. "If you can cloak, have you left the sewers before?"

"Non, I was not sure of what would be up 'ere, ze sounds of people made me quite nervous," He replied, not turning around to face the medic asking. "I did not want to meet those that scared me." He flickered between cloaked and uncloaked, becoming more wary of the medic and his questioning.

"I don't vant to pry more, but ve have a demoman who goes into zhe sewers," Medic asked again. Rousseau grew nervous, he didn't know this person at all, and he was questioning him. "You are zhe monster he claims lives in 2Fort?"

"Oui...I am zee monster." Rousseau answered.

"You are not a monster," Madeline said, with a stern tone.

"I think I... should probably return now, Madeline." Rousseau sighed.

"A good idea." Medic said. "If you need anything, you can come back here, just make sure no one sees you, ja?"

"So, how vill ve get him out of zhe sewers?"

Medic and Madeline continued talking long after he returned from escorting Rousseau.

"I'm more worried about the team, rather than Rousseau." She explained. "He has no problems leaving the sewer, but what about that demoman? Rousseau thinks he could easily be killed by him."

"Does zhe rest of the team even know about zhe "monster"?" Asked medic.

"I don't know, depends on how much people listen to that demoman, everyone's probably cast it off as another one of his drunken delusions." She sat up, stretched out, and hopped off the medical cot.

"Vell, if you can, please have him come back," Medic said. "His physical health cannot be so vell if he has been living in zhe sewers. Maybe he vas made for dank water life?"

"He's human." Madeline sighed. "Medic, he was a human on the outside at some point."

"Vait, vhat?" he gasped. "He said himself zhat he vas a monster."

"He sees himself as one, but he isn't!" She exclaimed. She made her way to the door.

"Vait! Madeline..!" Medic called out. She looked over her shoulders, eyes locked on him. "How much do you know about zhis mons- uh, man? His past, how he came to be?" She stayed silent for a few seconds.

"...The BLU medics before us did this to him."

Madeline, now knowing the Medic would cover for her, and if there weren't too many injured or sick, she would spend her spare time in the concrete walls of the underground sewers with Rousseau.

"You know, the medic keeps asking me to have you show yourself uncloaked to him." She told him, biting her sandwich. "He knows it's not healthy to live down here, he wants to do an examination." The word ending her sentence made Rousseau flinch.

"I'm fine. I eat enough, now that jou zee me every day." He bit into his own sandwich. She shook her head.

"You know that's not enough. You still don't trust the Medic? You trust me, and I'm a Medic."

"Ze medics who worked on moi were men, it ties in with zat." He huffed. "I never want to be poked and prodded like, like a lab experiment again."

"What if I was there with you?" She told him she could do the actual examination, but Medic would have to be in the room, and he would have to be uncloaked. "Is that, that's fair right?"

She paused while he thought about it.

"No one else will be in ze room? Jou probably 'ave patients in zhere."

"The med bay was empty earlier this evening, no one was hurt." She recalled the last battle, the worst that happened was that a scout busted his hand open when he fell to the ground, and he used his hand to cushion his fall.

"...Alright, when do jou want me to do this?" He finished off the last of his sandwich in one bite.

"Well, best to get it over with right? It's late in the evening, some people are probably even asleep." She stood up. "We can go right now."

"W-what, right now?" But before he could protest, she grabbed him by the wrist, and led him to the stairs.