Madeline watched as each man on Rousseau slowly let go, cautious if he woke up.
"Sir, he is out." One said, and as the others held him to lay on his side, he began bonding the Spy's arms behind his back.
"Please, let him go," Madeline pleaded. "Hire him officially onto BLU, I don't care, just don't take him away."
"See, this is why I was against women in the workforce; They get attached." One man complained, helping others bind the thick black tentacle limbs together. "Just watch; next they're going to want equal pay."
Madeline had to watch as the crowd cleared, and Rousseau tugged away by rope outside into the heat and sun. After several minutes, Madeline was let go, and noticed Medic was held against his will from helping, but once released, he ran to pick up Madeline off the floor.
"Madeline, Madeline, listen to me." Medic said, he could feel Madeline shaking. "Listen to me, Madeline, everyzhing is going to be okay, it vill be okay, Madeline."
"How is it okay!" She shrieked. Other BLU mercenaries had creeped into the hall, wondering what the screaming was about, and now only left to see Medic, Madeline, and an empty tank, with her sobbing about how doctors are supposed to help people, not have them sent to their deaths echoing in the halls.
"Where is fish man?" Heavy asked, only to have the few around him shrug. "Why does leetl girl cry?"
One of the scouts approached the medics. "Uh, guys? Where'd the octopus spy go?"
"He's gone, herr Scout." Medic told him, for Madeline.
"Gone where, he's a fuckin' squid! Outside de building is all desert!" He complained, shaking his hands in the air. The Scout realized moments later he only made Madeline much more upset than before. "Aww, gee..."
Over the next few days, depression hung in the base like a plaque; anyone who tried to help Madeline out of her guilt and depression only became moreso themselves. Even when the alarms rang out that RED was attacking, she was out of it.
"Madeline, take zhe second floor, watch zhe Sniper, Soldier, und Demoman; I vill be vith Heavy."
"Okay." She answered quickly, grasping the handles of the tiny medigun, and trudging out, head low.
It was hard to put up a defense, for the BLU team. The RED team were given more mercenaries, an extra Soldier, Pyro, and Demoman, as the BLU team found out when it was over. Even though the Scouts couldn't get into the RED base to steal whatever information they had, tips from the Sniper said they most likely had nothing. No trains had shown up since the last, and with the sentries in the basements, it was decided they would defend till RED backed off, instead of trying to break into RED base.
Madeline stood behind a cement-brick wall, ready to take out enemy arrows and mend bullet wounds til after the fight when they could be removed. Medic approached from the other end of the second floor outdoor deck.
"Zhey have stopped for zhe day, zhey are retreating." He said, grinning. Medic was always proud of his team's hard work. The Sniper lowered his gun, and grinned back.
"They're jus' no fun no more, ain't that roight, Do-" Madeline looked up, startled by the sudden gunshot. The Soldier had jumped enough to fall off the deck, taking the demoman with him when he grabbed anything for balance.
"Ach! Sniper!" Medic yelled, as the man he was just talking to fell to the floor, bleeding from the head. Madeline dragged herself off the floor, running over.
She rolled him onto his back, taking a pulse by habit, though she knew he was dead. Madeline sighed as she looked over his head. "...it's a through-and-through, Medic. We need to get off the deck. Now, before our own heads are blown off." He nodded to Madeline, and the two quickly grabbed the deceased Sniper, and made quick timing into the med bay.
"Ach, great. I vill call for a replacement later today." He sighed. "At least ve did not lose him vhen ve had to put up a solid defense, ja?" Medic saw Madeline leaning against the wall.
"Yeah." She replied, depressingly. "Medic? What happens to someone who dies here?"
"I have been instructed to send all mercenaries home, unless zhey have no one to be sent to," He answered. "Zhey end up staying around zhe base long after death. Vhy?"
"Just wondering," She said. "No one's die since I join BLU."
"Ah, zhat was your first death?" Medic asked. "Ja zhat...zhat vas not a good first one."
"Are any deaths infront of you good?" Madeline huffed.
"Madeline, do not be like zhat." Medic said, sternly. "Just because you vant to stay depressed forever does not mean I vant to." He left the room, to call BLU for a replacement sniper.