"You like th' dimensions, Doc'?" The Engineer asked. A blue sheet of paper was in Medic's hands, white lines and numbers scrawled all over. His face was pale, gray under his eyes. "Ya' alright there, Doc'?"

"Hm? Ja, I am fine." He said. "I stayed up all night, reading books, calling for info, so I could make medicine. It vas simple to create actually, und it is very good ve vill have a tank."

"Couldn't make it take-able any other way, Doc'?" Engineer chuckled. "Glad I'll still be building."

"Ja, He needs enough of zhe medicine, but it has to be diluted." He yawned. "If I just shot a syringe full of it in him, he vould probably drop dead."

"Oh. Well, that's no good." Engineer said. He pulled out a blue toolbox, and reached in for a small flame torch. Setting it aside, he grabbed sheets of glass from their slots in the wall. "Well, I better get started. Better go tell that darn spy what's comin' for him."

"Ah! Just eat it!"

"It tastes strange, Madeline."

"It's good for you. Eat it!"

"Non~."

"Hallo! Madeline, Rousseau." Medic waltzed in through the door. They both looked up, plates in their lap, Madeline's nearly cleaned, while Rousseau had a nearly full plate. "Having some lunch?"

"I am, Rousseau isn't eating." Madeline snitched.

"Everyzing tastes zo strange. 'Ow do you eat it?" He whined.

"Do not worry, your appetite should increase after you swim in zhe tank." Medic beamed.

"...'Tank'?" Madeline and the Spy both questioned.

"I have medicine zhat I vill dilute in a tank being made just for you, Rousseau." He explained further. He told him it would be sizable for him, and he would feel much better after being in it for a few hours. "Zhe thing is, people are going to see you. It is downstairs. It vill be open too, a box vithout a lid. It vill mostly be us medics, zhe engineer, zhe scouts, und zhe pyro. But everyone goes down there sometime."

"Oh, non, non, I cannot d-" Rousseau stammered, plate sliding to the floor.

Madeline grabbed him by the wrist. "Rousseau, you have to. It's the only way you will get better!" Her eyes locked onto his face. "You killed two scouts at once while this sick, you could take a Heavy on by yourself, if you do this."

"Non, I do not wish to be zeen like this a-"

"Rousseau, you cannot hide forever." Medic said. "Ve von't let anyone hurt you, okay?" He let out a small whine, and was about to say no again, when Madeline leaned on him.

"Madeline's room is right next to where the tank will be." Medic said, grinning. "It is near everyone's rooms, but your tank is right next to her's."

"Okay." He said. "But only since jou would be so close by to moi."

And as the Engineer promised, the tank was done by that night. Rousseau traversed the corridors between Madeline and Medic, with Engineer watching their backs. With the use of his tentacles, he pulled himself into the tank, and sank slowly to the flat bottom of it. Medic stretched his arm over his head, an eyedropper pinched gently between his index finger and thumb. Squeezing it, a bright green liquid sprayed into the water, and quickly dispersed.

"Zhere. A few hours in here, and you should feel better in no time!" Medic said, as he grinned. Rousseau smiled back at him before stretching for the surface. "Make sure to keep your gills in zhe water; zhat's what zhe medicine is for."

"Hopefully when you're better I can build you a better tank." The engineer laughed. "Could make somethin' huge for you, more room to really swim, maybe put in a couch."

"Oh, ha, ha." Rousseau laughed sarcastically. He cleared his throat. "I never dreamed zhat I would find zuch kind people, especially ones zat are BLU medics."

"You're a fellow BLU; BLUs stick together, like family." Medic said, an arm over Madeline's shoulders, his opposite hand on the Engineer's shoulder.