Scout was falling. Faster than he'd ever been falling before. Down and down, in a void of blackness. He didn't yell, as he wasn't afraid. For some reason, there wasn't any wind around him, no air whooshing in his ears. In fact, it was completely quiet. No noise. No explosions or gunshots. No screaming, yelling, moaning or crying for a Medic. So peaceful.

He had no idea where he was falling. There were no sign of floor or ground below him. It was like he was in a black void. He could've been falling upwards for all he knew. That was a fun thought. Falling upwards. He closed his eyes, as he kept falling…

And falling…

"…An' then the kiddo managed to fell down from the bloody tower…" Sniper's voice pierced through the peaceful darkness like an arrow. Why was he doing that? Maybe he wanted to cut him again, wouldn't be much of a surprise if he wanted to, taking in consideration that the Aussie was pretty much insane or something. Scout decided to ignore Sniper's voice, when another voice pierced through the darkness in the same way as Sniper's had.

"Zee boy vas lucky to survive, it vas a long fall." Medic. Why was Medic here, in Scout's perfect, peaceful darkness? This… Crazy ex-Nazi had nothing to do here. Nothing at all. Couldn't they all just… Go away, and leave him alone? He knew that opening his eyes again would make the void disappear, forcing him to go back to getting pushed around by everything and everybody. A rhythmical beeping noise slowly grew louder. It'd probably been there all the time, but Scout had probably ignored it somehow. Beep! A second with silence. Beep! Another second silence, before it beeped again. Why couldn't everyone just go away and leave him alone, it wasn't like he needed anyone.

Maybe they needed him. Yeah, that was probably it. Everybody missed him so much, and now they were crying themselves to sleep every night because of the lack of Scout on the BLU team. Yeah. And now Sniper and Medic was all worried of him never waking up again or whatever. He should wake up just to comfort them, as they wouldn't last a minute more without his presence.

The bright light from the lamp over him stung his eyes as he slowly opened them. He blinked hard a couple of times, trying to focus on the roof over him. Everything was blurry, but after some seconds, he started to see the shapes of the things around him.

He was lying on his back in a soft, quite wide bed with light blue bed sheets. On the left side of the bed, there was one of those thingies that measured heartbeats. What were they called again? Scout couldn't remember, but he didn't really care, either. It must've been that thing that made the beeping noise. A bunch of wires from it were attached to different places of his body, along with some other wires from other things on the right side of the bed. He was in some sort of hospital or something. His left arm was in a cast, same with his left leg. His head ached, and he had a severe pain in his back. Scout touched his left chin with his right hand. The wound was sewn shut. It'd probably leave a pretty badass scar, which would be freakin' awesome, as girls love scars.

Medic and Sniper were talking lowly about something that Scout couldn't hear, as they were standing in the other side of the room, near the door. They didn't pay any attention to him at all. At freakin' all. He was the hurt one; they were supposed to pay attention to him, not everybody else. After some moments with thinking, he came up with the best plan ever. He moaned loudly, making him the centre of attention.

"So, you're awake," Sniper said, lighting a cigarette. He didn't even look at him. Medic looked annoyed at Sniper, as smoking was most likely prohibited in here, but for some reason, he didn't stop him. Scout felt that it annoyed him, that that guy could just do whatever the hell he wanted, but when he tried to do anything fun before… this, everybody raged completely at him.

"Hey, doc," Scout said, completely ignoring the Aussie. "How are ya this fine… err… Mornin'?"

"I'm fine, zank you," Medic said, walking over to him, "and it is evening, by zee way."

"Ah, right. G'evenin', then."

Sniper sat down in the chair on Scout's left side without saying a word. Scout could feel him looking at him, but he didn't bother looking back. After all, all this was that stupid bushman's fault. If it wasn't for him, Scout would be running outside now, maybe training his throwing arm.

"How are ya feelin', mate?" Sniper. Scout chose not to answer, instead he asked Medic about what had happened. He regretted it as soon as he had done it. The doctor started talking about bone fragments and stuff Scout had never heard about, so he just studied the cast on his left arm. It wasn't very interesting, but it was much more interesting than all the stuff the German was talking about. He snatched up some words, like "bone fragments" and "concussion" and something else. He didn't really care; all he wanted to do was to get out of here.

"So," he said, interrupting Medic in the middle of some medicinal stuff about brains, "when will I get outta here?"

"Didn't you hear vat I just said?" Medic looked irritated at him. "In a month, gife or take."

"A month?" Scout couldn't believe his own ears. What the hell was he supposed to do here for an entire month? "You're kiddin', aren't you, Doc?"

"Nein. After zis month, you get some strong painkillers; and you go home for a vile."

Home. That'd be nice. Scout really missed home. Especially since all his older brothers had moved out. Just he and his ma.

"Oh, and I've called your mutter, she said she'll be here in a couple of days to see how things are going."

Scout smiled widely. It'd been almost forever since the last time he'd seen her. In fact, he hadn't seen her before he left her for this war or whatever it was, and that was pretty long time ago. "Why can't you just use your Medi Gun or something?"

"I vould, but ve figured this vould be a nice lesson for you."

They what? Figured it'd be a 'nice lesson'?

"What the hell, man?"

Sniper took over for Medic. "The team decided it'd be good for you to have a little time-out, and as you aren't dying, we figured this was a perfect opportunity."

"You what?" Scout felt his blood getting filled with cold, rage-filled blood. "I really hope you guys are jokin', or I'm gunna kill ya'll."

"Yeah, right, mate. How are you planning on doing that?"

In a flash, Scout threw himself in Sniper's direction, planning to punch his freakin' ugly face in. It didn't work as he hoped. An intense pain spread in his back, as soon as he tried to sit a bit up. He gasped. He had experienced pain before, but this was stronger than he'd ever felt before.

"…fuck." He slowly lay down, crossing his arms. "You guys are unbelievable. Un-freakin'-believable."

"Looks like your medicines haf stopped working," Medic said, picking up some sort of syringe from the table on Scout's right hand side. He then proceeded to stab it in Scout's arm.

"Ow!" Scout yelled. "Don't put that stupid thing in me without warning me first, it freakin' hurt!" He pulled his arm to him. "Jeez. And could you please turn down the lights a bit? My eyes hurt."

Medic did so. The darkness was relieving. "You should get some rest," he said, "but you shouldn't sleep zee first night. Zis is vy Sniper here'll keep you wis company, making sure everything goes as it should."

Brilliant. He'd been put in hospital by someone he thought was his friends "for his own good", he had broken bones and other things he didn't even know what meant, and now he had to stay up an entire night, because there was no way he'd sleep when that freakin' bushman was watching him. He started to say against the German, but it was too late. He was already walking through the door.

"Oh, and by zee way, if zere's any problems, don't hesitate pulling zee red thread on zee wall over zere." He smiled a waved with three fingers. "Goodnight, fräuleins."