Elise rolls over to the other side of the bed, a cold indentation of Spy still there. She opens her eyes and sits up, looking at the sweat that is now ice cold. With a sigh, Elise drops her head down onto her pillow.
"Fuck," she curses to herself.
"Miss Pauling, can you please come in here?" Helen says with her dusty voice.
Miss Pauling walks in with her clipboard pressed tightly to her chest. "Yes?"
"Do you see this?" The Administrator points a skin-and-bone finger to the static screen in front of her. She takes a drag of her cigarette, narrowing her eyes at the scene unravelling inside of Elise's room. "What do you think is happening?"
The petite woman behind the large swirly chair adjusts her glasses and blushes. She opens and closes her mouth. Her eyes are tempted to close.
"No, Miss Pauling. You must tell me... What. Do. You. See?"
"Both of our RED Spies... together."
"Did you not tell the woman that this type of behaviour was strictly prohibited?" The Administrator twirled around slowly in her squeaky chair. She eyed her little assistant and her teeth crushed the cigarette.
"I'll be sure to tell them right away..."
"No."
"No?"
"Let them. Their actions will affect them later on..." Helen smiled, her shriveled lips turning up stressfully at the corners. She looked down at the two folders belonging to the two enemy Spies.
"Well hey there, Spy," Engineer said. He waved his gloved hand as he flashed her a smile. "Where've you been all day, partner?"
"Training," Elise said immediately. "Training... is all I've been doing."
"Well, hopefully you'll be able to join us soon." He tipped his hard helmet and took a step forward, then turned around to catch up to Elise. "Oh, uh, hey, Spy?"
"What?" Elise snapped.
Engineer stood there. "Well, I was just going to ask if you've seen Medic anywhere."
Elise's eyes flashed, hooding with the dark colours of a blood hound. "For the sake of us all, we can only hope that he's in the medical bay, bleeding to death."
"Okay, then... I'll, ummm, see you around." Engineer turned away awkwardly and walked away.
"Frustrated, Spy?" Spy said in the shadows.
Elise turned around quickly. Nobody behind her. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her butterfly knife. She stepped backwards and bumped into a body. Elise spun with great speed and flipped her knife open, placing it deeply into Medic's neck. Her eyes widened slightly.
"Hello."
"How can I trust if you're Medic?" Elise asked.
"Please, Spy, you know it's me, remember?" Medic looked away, fearful of his death.
"Medic doesn't call me that, Spy," Elise said as she flipped her knife closed.
"Indeed, he doesn't. What does he call you, Spy?" Spy said as his normal figure appeared, his mesmerizing French accent returning. "Maybe he calls you a cute little pet name."
"Shut up," Elise hissed as she made her way to the war room.
"Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Frustrated."
Hell yeah she's frustrated. She just gave herself up to the snobby Frenchman behind her. She loathed being in her own skin right now. She just wished that she wasn't such a softie.
"No."
"Of course you are," Spy said. He took one big step ahead of himself, now walking side by side, and slung his arm around Elise. She stiffened up. "You're frustrated because you gave yourself up to me. You're frustrated because I left you there on that bed, yes?"
"No."
"Oh, don't lie to me, Spy. You know you loved it..."
"Spy?" Miss Pauling said behind the two Spies.
Spy looked behind between both of their shoulders. "Miss Pauling," he addressed as he slipped his arm off.
"I'd just like to announce, by the orders of Hel- The Administrator, that you will now be going out to the battlements."
Elise's face brightened. "Is this a joke?"
"There's no joke in this war, Spy. Good luck." Miss Pauling turned away and disappeared, just like she always does. Slipping away like a Spy, appearing like a ghost.
"I'm going out..." Elise repeated, shocked about the news.
"Congratulations, Spy," Spy said as he looked into Elise's eyes.
"Did any of that mean something to you?" Elise brought up as she pointed in the direction of her room.
Spy's stern face softened as he let out a low chuckle. "Of course."
"Then why did you leave?"
"I couldn't let anybody see me with you. And, Spy, just for the safety of the both of us, I recommend you do not think of me often. I will do the same."
Elise's heart dropped a little when Spy talked.
Spy's eyes flickered to the shadow behind them. Sniper stood tall in the shadows, his eyes covered by his aviators. Spy and Sniper played their little game of 'who'll retreat first' with their eyes and facial features. Spy, surprisingly, was the first to retreat. His eyes went back to Elise's.
"Au revoir," Spy said as he turned away, straight back and all.
Elise looked out after him, staring at his small figure in the long hall. A large hand held her shoulder. Elise turned around to see Sniper smiling down at her, his eyes covered.
"Hi Spy," he said.
Elise looked at him with a raised eyebrow hidden under her mask. "Hey, Sniper."
"Are you okay? You're all red faced." Sniper pointed with his gloved hand. "Did Spy say something to you?"
"I'm fine."
"Yeah, sure you are. What happened?"
"What's it to you Sniper? You don't have to know every single detail about my life." With that, Elise turned around and headed to the training room.
"Hey, Medic?" Engineer's knock is muffled from his rubber glove. "Can I come in?"
A groan.
Engineer opens the door with the rivets crying painfully. He peeks his head through the crack and sees Medic's sweaty body. There are pill bottles piled ceiling high and stray pills surround his heaving body.
"Medic!" Engineer cries out. He sprints over to the doctor. Engineer lifts his body up.
Medic's face is sweaty and red, so are his eyes. They're blood shot red from crying and the side affects of the pain killers. A string of saliva sticks to his chin and drops to the desk where it detaches and puddles in a sticky circle.
"Oh, god. Somebody get the Medic!" Engineer cries out. He shakes his head and tries again. "Fellas, we've got a problem!"
Realizing that he's too far away from his men, Engineer apologizes to the drugged Medic for leaving, gently releases his body back onto the desk, and leaves. His boots squeak on the linoleum floor, his overall reducing him to take baby steps to the war room where the men there watch television, drink beer, play card games, and drink some more.
"Guys!" Engineer cries out, still too far away from the room.
"Did you hear something?" Scout asks as he takes his eyes off of the quarter.
"Heavy hears nothing," Heavy said as he crossed his arms. "Now, go, Scout. Heavy is waiting."
"Alright, alright." Scout sticks his tongue out, closes one eye, and aims the quarter. He bounces it on the wooden table and it lands into Heavy's mug of ale. "Woohoo!" Scout celebrates. "Beat that big guy! Drink up!"
Heavy gulps down the amber liquid and wipes the dripping excess from his giant chin.
Engineer slams down on the table, getting all of the men's attention, even the four men on the couches. Well... three men, and one fire bug.
"Guys! Medic's in the medical bay!"
"So?" Scout said.
"If the German wants to be alone, let him be," Soldier says as he looks up at the stout Engineer.
"That's not what I mean, fellas! I think Medic is trying to kill himself!"
The men laugh.
"So what? He's just going to come back to life either way, Engie," Demoman slurs.
"Okay, okay, yes that's true. But he took some pills," Engineer replied with a dry voice. "We gotta go help him out."
"I, for one, am not giving sympathy to that psychopathic doctor," Soldier said. He turned back around to watch the static screens.
"Fine, but I need some people to help me out. C'mon guys, we're a team, we gotta watch each other's backs."
"Heavy will come, and so will baby Scout," Heavy said deeply.
"Aw, really man?"
"Yes."
"Good, will any other teammates join us?"
"Mhhm furrt pfft," Pyro muffled.
"Alright fellas, let's go."
Spy opened the door to the medical bay and was stopped short when he saw Medic. He walked over tapped the man on the shoulder. He grimaced when he heard the Medic's groan.
"In here," Engineer said outside of the room.
Spy cloaked and quietly backed into a corner of the room.
The men: Engineer, Heavy, Scout, and Pyro came in and examined the Medic.
"What do we do?" Scout said.
Heavy picked up the German and held him like a princess, placing him gently onto the medical bed like Sleeping Beauty. The men surrounded Medic, not knowing what to do with the gurgling man.
"We've gotta tell the Administrator," Engineer said. "None of us know how to work his equipment. He's the only one with the knowledge of what drugs to use."
"Well he's used the whole cabinet for drugs, so I don't think that's an option anymore," Scout said as he leaned his weight onto the bed.
"Whurr abbe turrsh?" Pyro reached up to the Medigun and pointed to the switch.
"I'm sorry buddy, but I don't think it'll be that easy," Engineer consoled. "Scout, you're the fastest out of all of us, can you contact the Administrator?"
"How da hell do I do that?"
"Go to the emergency box beside the exit door."
With a groan, Scout sprinted out of the room.
"Is Medic okay?" Heavy asked.
"Yeah, he'll be okay big guy. I just don't think he'll be okay for tomorrow."
"Nurr Murddic?" Pyro asked as he poked the unconscious and heavily drugged Medic.
"No. Sorry buddy."
So, someone commented on my story, and I know I shouldn't take it that hard, but I can't help feel that this story isn't good enough. I just want to know if you guys are enjoying it, and more importantly, if it makes any sense to you guys.
Please, don't hunt this person down and lash out at them. They didn't do anything that bad that it deserves criticism.
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P.S.- This story is going to finish sooner than I wanted. But don't worry... this won't be the end.