But why? What could they possibly want from me?

You groaned, reliving all of the traumatic events of the last time you were kidnapped. You had your head on your knees and closed your eyes, trying to focus on anything else. Demo comforted you by pulling you close to him. You appreciated it, but became confused when you heard the shuffling of another team member. He seemed bothered by something. You looked up and found Medic glaring daggers into Demo, but Demo himself seemed completely unbothered.

Finding something to distract yourself with, you studied Medic's posture. He was straightened up, as if trying to assert dominance. It made you want to laugh, but you held it in. I doubt he would want me laughing at him right now. His eyes were narrowed and his arms were crossed.

A bump in the road startled you out of your curled position, and Scout laughed at your little yelp, but was shut up when Demo and Medic glared at him. You ran a hand down your face.

"I'm really screwed if I don't think of something, aren't I?" You asked no one in particular. There was a silence that filled the room. You let out an anxious laugh. "I mean, really, really screwed. I don't know if I have the will to go through what they put me through again." You could feel yourself tapping your foot and shaking your knee, your breath quickened. The scene of you getting burned by the BLU Pyro played like a movie reel in your head over and over and over. The sound of your own screams drowned out your thoughts. You were so screwed. Your hands started shaking and you started hyperventilating.

That was when you felt a sturdy hand squeeze your shoulder comfortingly. Your vision came back to you as you looked to see who it was. As you should have known, it was Demo, but you felt another hand rest over yours that was plastered against the bench to try to steady yourself. It was Medic. He had moved across the truck to sit by you, but when you looked up at him, his focus didn't seem to be fully on you. He was glaring at Demo.

"Strategist, I need jou to visit me in zhe Medbay once ve get back to zhe base. I need to check jour condition," he ordered, and a pit fell in you stomach as you saw the Demoman open his mouth to speak.

"Clearly she's 'avin' a panic attack, Doc. Not that you would know how ta deal with that, now would ya?" Medic's eyes narrowed as Demo kept talking. "I would prefer the lass with me in tha livin' room."

"To. Do. What?" Medic snarled. Demo scoffed.

"Obviously to calm her down of course! We need ta get ta the bottom of this to help her, which is why she shouldn't be spendin' time wit ya!" Medic kept his mouth in a tight line, causing Demo to smirk.

"That's what I thought!"

"Gentlemen, do we have to raise our voice in ze truck?" Spy leered back through the mirror.

"Yeah! Besides, why would Strats want ta be bored with you two old dudes when she can have fun with me playing video games? Or runnin'? See? The possibilities are end-" Scout started to gloat.

"SHUT IT!" Soldier cut him off. "I WANT TO TEACH CUPCAKE HOW TO CLEAN HER HELMET!"

Heavy groaned from the front seat, but it only seemed like you noticed him. Spy rolled his eyes.

"Gentlemen..." Spy warned, cutting through the arguing.

"Oh shut it, Spy! You wouldn't want ta help Strats unless there was money involved!" Scout retorted. Spy groaned.

"Much to 'our dissatisfaction, I 'ave no problem letting ze Strategist talk to me." He made eye contact with you, and you smiled a little as his rare, concerned gesture. However you couldn't read his expression. Scout scoffed.

"Yeah right. I'll believe it when I see it."

Much to your and Heavy's dismay, the others in the RED Bread truck bickered about whether they would be the best to help you until you made it back to the base. Thankful for the distraction, you felt better. Yeah, it might have been a good idea to still talk about it, but you didn't quite care who it was with. I just have to get her out of my head. For fuck's sake!'

As soon as the truck came to a halt, you hopped out before anyone could stop you and headed inside. You weren't quite sure where to go, so you waited for everyone to go inside to look for you before you slipped back into the garage and hopped into the back of the truck. It's either this or have them knock at my door. You heard a soft knocking sound from the metal door of the back of the truck. You debated opening it.

"Darlin'? I saw you hop in there. Ah was hoping ta catch ya," you heard a calming southern drawl. With a sigh, you opened the back of the truck and helped Engie into it. He chuckled as he seemed to struggle with it. As he got situated in a seat, you could feel his eyes on you through his goggles. "So," he started. "Ah heard about what happened in here. Ah just wanted ta check on ya seein' as yer hidin' out." He sat opposite of you and relaxed by crossing his arms. You let out a small sigh.

"Yeah. I might need a therapist at this point," you chuckled and Engie thought to himself. You stopped, feeling awkward that he didn't join you.

"Yer headstrong, ya know that, right?"

"I thought being hard headed was a given with me," you chuckled awkwardly. Engie shook his head.

"Not hard headed, headstrong. Maybe Ah should've said 'strong willed.'"

"Oh... may I ask what you mean by that?" Engie chuckled.

"What Ah mean is that you are tough enough to fight back whatever's messin' with ya. We saw that first hand even before yer first battle. Hell, Ah felt it." You smiled at him, and he returned it. Inwardly though, you cringed at your battle with him.

"Thanks Engie." He nodded.

"Of course. Now, between you and me of course, who do ya plan to work with tomorrow?" You could swear you saw a glimmer through his goggles. It made you giggle, and Engie was taken aback by it a bit.

"I have no clue," you admitted. "In all honesty, I think it'd be best if I flipped around a couple of rolls. Not to give them what they want, but because it might be best for the battle." He nodded, his smile bigger.

"Well, Ah know you'll come up with somethin'. Are ya ready to go back in? I'm sure they'd love ta see ya." You grimanced, causing Engie to erupt in laughter. You decided to cross the truck and sit next to him, scooting close. He seemed to wrap his arm around you without realizing it, because when he looked down, he seemed surprised. "Now why did ya go and sneak up on me like that ya little devil?" You shrugged and leaned your head back against the truck's wall.

"Not yet. It's been a while since I've been able to talk to you like this." You moved your eyes over to peer at him and found him in thinking mode.

"Darlin'. Ya wanna know somethin'?" You hummed in return. "Well, Ah've noticed how much ya've changed all of us over the past couple of weeks. Ah wanted ta thank ya for that." You turned your head to look at home with confusion.

"What do you mean?" Engie seemed startled.

"W-well A-Ah, um, ahem," he cleared his throat. "For instance, Ah've never seen Scout happy to have someone else here to mess with 'im. Ah've never seen Pyro more excited to throw a tea party. Ah've never seen Spy openly admit, now get this, that he'd be willing to talk to one of us. Medic doesn't seem to want to put ya under any experiments, Demo wants to stay more sober around ya, Heavy talks more, albeit not much, Soldier has told me he cares more about ya than he does his shovel, which is sayin' a lot, and Sniper has never opened up to us before ya came."

"Oh..." you trailed off, a smile on your face. You did have a question, though. "What about you?" You made eye contact with him and you could feel he looked away. Engie was silent. "Engie? It's okay if you don't want to tell me." You laughed to ease the tension a bit. Engie looked back at you.

"No, no. Ah've just- it's just." He sighed and you were slightly alarmed. He doesn't usually stutter like this. "Ah don't know how ta phrase it, but Ah feel as though Ah have grown into a better man with yer help. Ah care about myself more, but more importantly, Ah care about others more. Ah use ta seem them as tools for my plans, yes I had friends and cared about their wellbein', but Ah've never really stopped ta think about a genuine, connected friendship with anyone, until I met you."

"Oh." You were stopped in your tracks. How could I have had this kind of effect on people? You could feel his fingers tapping your shoulder, you knew he was getting anxious. "Thank you, for telling me that, Engie. It means a lot," but he wasn't listening. He must have been overthinking in that crowded brain of his, as you definitely understood that feeling. His tapping got faster, and you knew what you had to do.

You hugged him. Well, it was definitely a hug alright, you guessed. He stopped tapping when you embraced him, and you could feel him look down at you. He returned the hug.

"Did you hear anything I said, Engie?" You laughed slightly, your face in his overalls. He nervously joined in.

"'Fraid not, darlin'," he answered in what you could believe was all honesty. "Do ya mind repeatin' yourself?" You pulled your face away so he could better hear you.

"I just wanted to say how much that meant to me. I've felt like I was a burden to everyone, and it really hurt me for a long time, so to hear that I've been the opposite... it's enough to make me cry with relief y'know?"

"Aww, don't cry (Y/n). Yer supposed ta be happy right about now." He squeezed you and you giggled in response.

"No, I won't cry. Just, thank you. You mean a lot to me as a friend, Dell." You couldn't see his expression that well as you went to squeeze him back. You just hoped it was a smile, but when you heard a small sigh and a sniffle, you had to look up in shock. "Do I have to tell you not to cry, too?" You laughed and Engie joined in.

"No, no, ya don't. Ya just always find ways ta surprise me, that's all." You two stayed in the embrace until Engie got a hold of himself and then he stood up. You sat on the bench, suddenly feeling very cold. He held his hand out to you. "Ready to go face them hooligans?" You gently took it.

"Always."

Together, you both entered the hallway through the garage door, which was conveniently right next to the Medbay. Engie took his leave as the doors to the Medbay burst open, revealing Medic.

"Vhat happened?" He said, with a tone in his voice you didn't much care for. You followed his eyes as they stared Engie down, but Engie himself didn't seem to notice as he entered his workshop.

"What do you mean?" Medic's piercing gaze snapped to yours. You cocked an eyebrow at him. He looked away and muttered to himself before waving you into the Medbay. When you didn't

immediately follow, he swung open the doors, gently grabbed your left wrist, and started tugging you along. You weren't sure whether to laugh at the situation or be annoyed, so you just let him pull you along. When the door shut behind you, he silently pointed to the examination table and let you go. "Okay?" You hopped on top of it while Medic put on a stethoscope.

He placed a broad hand on your back and the stethoscope in different, strategic places on your chest, checking your lungs and heart beat. You tried to make eye contact with him to figure out what's going on, but he seemed to be more focused on his hand holding the stethoscope or the wall behind you. Eventually, he finished and brought the stethoscope down from his ears. His hands fell to his sides.

"So? Am I alright after my attack?" Medic grumbled something you couldn't hear, not looking at you and crossing his arms. "Medic?" He sighed and spoke up.

"Aren't I unqualified to help jou in these matters?" He adjusted his glasses, his other hand behind his back.

"Are you still letting what Demo said get to you?" His eyes flashed to you and then away. You let out a small sigh. "Medic..."

"Vhat? Vouldn't jou zhink it's true as vell?" He gestured in the air, clearly annoyed.

"Why would I?" You asked, crossing your arms.

"Because... Because... I don't know yet!" You rolled your eyes at him exasperated.

"Either you're not telling me something or you genuinely don't know, and I know it's not the latter." Your voice softened. "What's bothering you?"

"I should be zhe vone asking jou zhat." Medic looked away, looking disappointed in himself. You had an idea. Not to purposefully rile him up or anything, but to snap his out of his rut. You smirked.

"Jealous much?" You watched his eyes look to you with contempt. He scoffed.

"Of who?" He leaned towards you as if trying to intimate you. It's working! You leaned towards him to where your foreheads were almost touching.

"I think you and I both know..." you whispered, letting yourself trail off before slowly leaning back. Medic growled.

"Why vould I ever be jealous of zhat, zhat Scottish cyclops?" Medic spat, clearly upset. You had to keep yourself from laughing, and Medic noticed. He growled and turned around, pacing back and forth.

"Medic, do you want to talk about it?" He stopped to look at you just for a moment.

"No." He then continued to pace. You got up and he didn't even notice, muttering to himself and staring at the ground. He looked like something out of a cartoon. You silently walked over to the fridge and opened it.

"Kill- oh. It's 'ou," the BLU Spy head seemed a bit less blatant than usual. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" You turned his base slightly to look at Medic. The Spy rolled his eyes.

"Have you ever seen him like this?"

"Afraid so."

"May I ask how to get him out of it?" The Spy looked between you and Medic.

"Well, ze last time he was like zis, it was because of 'ou. Then, 'ou got him out of it." Your eyes widened.

"I did?"

"If I could nod, I would."

"Okay, thank you so much, sir, Bluey. I have an idea."

The BLU Spy head seemed to smile a little at his nickname as you walked back towards Medic. When he turned around in his pacing, now facing you, he stopped.

"Vhat?" Medic commanded, looking between you and the examination table. "How did jou get zhere?"

"I walked?" You chuckled and he rolled his eyes. "Really, Medic, you're getting so worked up over this." He sighed.

"I suppose, just zhis vonce, jou are correct, but don't think I vill not be vatching him."

"Watching him for what?" You stepped closer. "For something like this?" You hugged him, and he immediately accepted it as if he was hoping for it.

"Disgusting!" Bluey called from the fridge. Medic chuckled, resting his chin on your head.

"Did I forget to close zhe door?" He lifted his head off to look down at you.

"No, that was my mistake. My apologies." You laughed, mimicking a spy.

"I 'eard zat!" Bluey called again and you rolled your eyes, causing Medic to chuckle.

"Aye Doc! Are ya done wit yer silly little examination?" You heard Demo's voice and instinctively pulled away. Medic rested a hand on your shoulder, thankfully not fighting to stay in the hug. The Medbay doors swung open, revealing Demo in his shirt and pants. He must've taken off the gear. "Oh!" He crossed his arms. "Am I interruptin' the exam?" Medic's hand tightened.

You shook your head and so did Medic. He bent down to your ear.

"We can talk about zhis later, sound gut?" He whispered and you nodded. Demo raised an eyebrow. Medic patted your shoulder before turning to the fridge.

"Are ya ready ta go, lass?" Demo asked you, pride in his eyes seemingly from taking you from Medic

.

"I guess." You shrugged and smiled. Demo faked a "humph!" You both laughed as he led you to the living room and sat you down next to him. "So, how do you plan to top Medic?" Demo scoffed.

"Anythin' I can do can top his wee little 'examination.'" He made air quotes and mocked Medic. Part of you found it funny, but the other part... you weren't sure how to feel.

"Oh really?" You smirked and raised an eyebrow. "How do you plan to do that?"

"By actually talkin' to ya of course!" You internally winced at that. Yeah, Medic did just spend time telling you he didn't want to talk about what was bothering him, but right when you left he said he would talk about... something? You looked around, finding nobody there except Demo. "Lass, if we need ta go somewhere where you feel more comfortable to talk we can..." You focused back in on Demo's eye to find it filled with concern. You let a sigh out through your nose.

"No, it's fine. I just feel better about it now I guess." You shrugged.

"Ya guess?"

"I mean, yeah. I talked with some of our teammates after calming down." Demo sat there for a second. This cannot be how he thought it would go.

"Do you have a plan for tomorrow?" Your eyes widened slightly. Demo smiled knowingly. "If ya want, we can discuss how you should enjoy being a Demoknight." He elbowed you teasingly. You laughed slightly.

"What even is that?" Demo's eyes widened.

"Ya don't know?"

"No? Why would I?"

"Tsk tsk! We need ta change that!" His eyes sparkled as if remembering a fond memory.

"Well, we're talking now. Spill the beans." Demo let out a hearty laugh.

"Alright lass, I will. The gist of it is that you get to us a sword, some runnin' booties, and a shield to charge at people and slice their head clean off!" Demo cut his arm through the air as if mimicking the act. "And of course there are combinations of yer other weapons as well, but we can go over that another time." You smiled and elbowed him back.

"I think that sounds rather fun."

"Oh ya bet it is!" Demo's smile grew the more he seemed to think about it.

"CUPCAKE! I HAVE FOUND YOU!" Demo groaned as Soldier came barreling down the hallway. He seemed to be breathing heavily.

"Geez Soldier, where did you think I was?" You stood up and walked over to him, patting his back as he was hunched over from breathing so hard. Is that sand? "Soldier, please don't tell me you ran around the desert for me."

"THEN I WILL NOT TELL... *HUFF* YOU!" You rolled your eyes and brought him over to a chair. He plopped down in it and slowly regained his breathing.

"What was all zat racket?" Spy peered out of his bedroom door.

"DETERMINATION!"

"Determination, apparently," you reiterated for Spy. Spy gave you a look you couldn't decipher and closed his door, disappearing into his room.

"Alright Soldier, what in tha hell are ya doin'?" Demo asked Soldier.

"I HAVE A PLAN!" Soldier lifted up his finger as if being struck with an idea.

"And that is?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Soldier sneered. Demo rolled his eyes as Soldier laughed.

Suddenly, he hopped up and surprisingly, grabbed your hand very gently as he pulled you off to the Training Facility. You decided to just go with it and you waved back at Demo. Demo silently watched you two walk off. Once in the facility, Soldier asked you to bring out your shovel. You slapped his gear on, the first class change in your new uniform you noted, and took out your shovel.

"What are we doing with these?" You asked him, taking off your helmet to see better.

"Cleaning them," you heard Soldier use a quiet voice for the first time, well, ever. If it wasn't so hoarse and gravely from shouting all the time, you might've said it was nice. At the very least it was a nice change for your eardrums, but you digress. You hadn't realized you got lost in thought until you saw Soldier flick his head to you. "What?" You tried not to blush in embarrassment.

"Nothing! It's just nice to hear... you." That was the dumbest thing I have ever said to this man in my entire life. Thankfully, Soldier smiled.

"Thanks, Cupcake." He took off his helmet after moving to yours at the table.

"How do you always wear that?" You had to ask.

"I decided long ago that needing to see is not a requirement in war."

"O-oh." Then, Soldier started laughing.

"Get to cleaning," he ordered you and you nodded as you pulled some supplies out from the facility to clean a shovel that didn't need cleaning. He seemed a lot more scary to you when he wasn't shouting. Probably because it was new for him, well, for you supposedly. You handed him some supplies and he nodded as what you hoped was a thank you. You started scrubbing the clean shovel on the boxes you two were standing behind.

"May I ask why we're doing this?" You looked up at him. He shrugged.

"You seemed... different on the truck. I wanted to make sure you were okay." You couldn't help but smile at that. His icy blue eyes flicked from the uniform you were in back to your eyes. He smiled in return. "You look like a good soldier in that, Cupcake. Ready to defend!" You both laughed.

You managed to make your shovel even more spotless, but then you noticed Soldier having trouble with his. You walked to the other side of the boxes to face him and started scrubbing as well.

"Thanks, Cupcake," he seemed grateful.

"Why do you call me Cupcake, Soldier?" You just had to know at this point. Soldier shrugged.

"It was an insult for the BLU team, but you fit it better."

"So I should be insulted?" You joked, a hand on your hip. You laughed as Soldier scrambled and stuttered.

"No." He finally answered, seeming embarrassed. Your laugh turned into a small giggle, and Soldier grinned at you. You looked down to see the newly cleaned shovel.

"It seems we did it."

"Yes..." Soldier trailed off, looking away.

"Well, we can always clean other weapons together! Just another time, okay?" Soldier perked up at your words and gave you a thumbs up. You placed the helmet back on your head and switched back to your normal uniform. "Ready to go back?"

"No, I'll stay here. You go."

"You sure? I'd hate to leave a friend behind." You grabbed his head and placed it on his head. You looked up to see him looking down at you from under the helmet.

"Positive, Cupcake." You shrugged slightly.

"Make sure you're back for dinner, okay?" He nodded as you walked away and made your way to the base.

There, at the door, you saw Pyro. Weird.

"Uh, hi Pyro," you greeted them. Pyro made muffled happy sounds and waved over his shoulder for you to follow him. Cautiously, you did, and he led you to their room.

She opened the door for you and then closed in behind you, effectively closing you in his room once again. They patted a small seat for you by a kiddie table with tea in it. You gingerly sat down, taking off your jacket. Just for good manners I suppose. Pyro clapped when they saw you sit down. They plopped down on the chair next to you and watched you have some tea. It made you nervous.

"It's, uh, delicious Pyro," and you wouldn't be lying. Tea was never a huge thing for you, but if it was important to Pyro, then... whatever. At least it wasn't bad.

You eventually left the awkward situation of Pyro's heavy breathing right next to your ear, but at least their company is nice. You started down the hall to your room when you heard a door creak open. You turned to see Heavy. You smiled at him and he smiled in return. He waved you over to him, and you made your way over to him.

"Yes?" You asked him. What does everyone want with me so suddenly?

"You are feeling better now, yes?" He asked you, and you nodded. "Good. I wish to share something with you. Come in." You temptatively stepped into the Russian man's room. It was small, but cozy. Well, small mainly because he was in there with you, but there's that. He sat on the bed and patted a seat next to him, to which you obliged. Better than the toddler seat. That's for sure. "Is there problem?"

"What do you mean?" You looked up at him.

"I have noticed... things between Doktor and Demoman. I also worry for you."

"Oh. Yeah, I have no clue what's going on between them, but they'll figure it out. They're grown after all."

"You forget you are as well." You nodded slowly. Yes and no, but I digress. "Are you ready for battle?" You shuddered slightly. "You are cold?"

"No, no. I guess I'm just not yet. I really appreciate everyone checking up on me, but I still really haven't had time to process what happened to me. It's just been one thing after another." Heavy nodded.

"Process here. It is okay with me." You looked up at him, confused.

"Are you sure? I really don't want to be a burden." Heavy's face grew dark, and it made you shudder. He stood up and grabbed a bearskin blanket and wrapped it around you.

"You lie. You are no burden to Heavy, and you are cold." He sat back down and the force made you jump a bit. You laughed slightly and he looked down at you with a quizzical expression. You handed him part of the blanket of which he took and wrapped around himself. It felt... nice.

"Heavy?"

"Hm?"

"I think I'm scared of them." You really hated to admit it, but you were. They were always just one step ahead of you, hurting you, tricking you. It was getting to be too much.

"Feelings are okay. Just do not turn them into action."

"What do you mean?" He turned to look at you.

"Do not hide. Do not cower. You are stronger than them." You couldn't help but smile at what the Russian said. Those could be words to live by. You nodded.

"Okay. I see that. Thank you, Heavy." You gave him a hug which he returned and handed him the rest of the blanket. With a smile, you exited his room when a smell hit your nose. Dinnertime. With a quick stretch, you made your way over to the kitchen to find Spy cooking.

"So how were 'our dates with ze others?" He asked, not turning to look at you.

"What?"

"'Ou 'eard me."

"Well first of all, they weren't dates. They asked me to do things with them and I agreed."

"So. A date."

"No, they were just checking up on me."

"Suit 'ourself."

"Spy-"

"Did 'ou come to talk or pester me while I make ze food 'ou eat?"

"I didn't really come for anything, if I'm being honest."

"Then why are 'ou here?"

"Well I hate to give you a compliment, but I enjoyed the smell of your cooking." Spy looked back at you slightly, just enough to show off his smirk. "Oh shut up!"

"If 'ou insist."

"Wait, no." Spy just hummed. "Spy?" He turned ever so slightly. "Can you talk to me again?" He shrugged and went back to cooking. "Please?" He turned around fully when he saw the puppy eyes you were giving him. He groaned.

"Merde. Fine." You giggled slightly.

"Yay!" He rolled his eyes and turned back around. "What are you making?"

"It iz a secret, just for you. I've already told everyone else."

"Oooh, harsh." You just laughed, unaffected by Spy's use of secrets. He swiftly turned around once more, the spoon he held on his hip like some mad grandmother. The thought made you laugh harder. You had to lean on a counter for support, but yelped when it burned your hand. You had another flashback to the Pyro and almost started crying.

"Idiot!" Spy breathed, rushing over to you. He roughly grabbed your burned hand to inspect it after bopping you in the head with the spoon. With a yelp of pain, he rolled his eyes. "Medbay, now." He pointed to the door as you pulled yourself together.

"Spy, it's just a small burn-"

"Now." He didn't move, and it unnerved you a bit.

"Aww he care-"

"Go." You took that as your cue to get out of there, feeling eyes follow you down the hallway.

As you stopped in front of the Medbay doors, you could hear Medic talking to his doves. Thinking better than to be caught overhearing, you stepped into the Medbay by gently pushing the doors open. You saw Medic's head snap to you and he straightened up and cleared his throat.

"Strategist. What can I do for jou?" He asked, and seemed to notice your hand behind your back.

"I just need the Medigun, really," you chuckled nervously.

"Vhat did jou do to your hand?"

"May have burnt it a little, but-"

"Burnt it?" Medic rushed over to you in the blink of an eye and almost too roughly yanked your hand from behind your back.

"It was just on the stove! It's fine, I promise-"

"Strategist, did jou really zhink zhat zhis is fine?"

"I mean, yeah-"

"Remember when I admitted to jou zhat I couldn't hurt jou?"

"Of course, but what does that have to do-"

"Vell I can't bear to see jou hurt, period. Zhis silly mistake-" he held up your hand "-is stressful to me. Please, do be more careful." You felt a little sigh escape your mouth. Medic looked up at you.

"Medic-"

"Promise me."

"What?"

"Promise me jou'll be more careful."

"Medic, I can't promise that."

"Vhy not?" You winced the more concerned he looked.

"Think about where we are."

"Strate-"

"DINNER!" Engie called down the hall, probably at Spy's request.

"We can talk about this later, okay Medic?" You pleaded, not wanting to continue the conversation. Solemnly, he nodded and wrapped a bandage with a healing ointment around your hand. "Why not use the Medigun?"

"To make sure jou come back for our talk." He laughed at your confused expression. "Now, let's go eat."