"Ten minute warning, guys! Weapons at the ready and meet outside the manor!" Scout called cheerfully, banging on the temporary infirmary's door. "Come on out!"
"Vas?" Medic glanced round at Heavy, who was already shouldering his bandolier. "But zhe battle is not till tomorrow!"
Heavy scooped his gun up, and nodded. "Is...good luck ritual. Soldier and Engineer believe is good for team." He grinned. "Come, Doktor. Bring your weapon."
Medic grabbed his Blutsauger, and followed Heavy. "Vh-vhat happens in zhese...good luck rituals?" He caught up with Heavy, who smiled, and adjusted his grip on Sasha.
"We practise hand to hand combat...give others tips..." Heavy sighed. "If one enemy is giving us a problem, we report it." Heavy set his gun down, and crossed his arms, nodding at Soldier. "Heavy Weapons Guy, reporting in."
Medic studied everyone, as Scout moved to stand opposite him, winking. "Scout, reportin' in."
Standing between Heavy and Sniper, Medic squared his shoulders, and lifted his chin. "Medic, reporting in."
Soldier nodded at him, his expression somber. "Okay everyone. We had a good run at Gravel Pit. Especially you, Doc." He frowned. "But you're far too..." He hummed. "What's the word I'm looking for?"
"Flinchy?" Sniper offered. Soldier snapped his fingers.
"That's the one!" Soldier beckoned him closer. "Doc, you might not like this, but you've got to be able to trust us on the field. And we need you to be able to hold your own if you get seperated." He stalked towards Medic, who shrank back, holding his Blutslauger defensively. Soldier placed his hands on Medic's shoulders, and spun him around.
"We already learned a lot from you. Time to learn from us." Soldier nodded, and stepped back away from Medic. "Have at it, boys."
"Agh!" Medic dodged around Soldier as Sniper attacked, his blade slicing at empty air. "You're all mad!"
Sniper glanced over his aviators. "Hold up, hold up. I don't think we explained that well enough."
Demoman snorted from where he'd been ready to shatter an empty bottle over Engineer's hardhat. "We're practisin' melee, Doc. Did you not bring that bloody huge needle of yours?"
Medic straightened up behind Soldier. "Vas? No!"
Spy rolled his eyes, and flicked his right hand, a blade appearing in his fingers. "This will do for now." He held the blade out, handing it over to Medic, who blinked down at the silver.
"All right. Let's get back to it!" Soldier announced. "Off you go, Doc!"
Medic hesitated for a moment, staring out at the complete and utter chaos that was their practise. Engineer and Demoman were swinging brutally at each other, missing by mere inches. Sniper and Spy seemed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves, slicing and fencing with one another, though they had to dodge into each other as Pyro hacked towards them with his menacing axe.
Scout approached Heavy, his Sandman trailing dust as he approached. "Ready for this, big guy?"
Heavy chuckled. "Come, little man. We fight." He uncrossed his arms, and raised his fists.
Medic darted away as something slashed towards him. He turned around, and froze at the sight of Soldier brandishing his shovel. "You think you can just stand there and he won't hit you?"
Medic began to step back. He wasn't afraid. He wasn't. "You think he'll just stand in front of you and glare? We're fighting a war. He's going to pay for everything that he's done." Soldier darted forwards, and Medic dived back, keeping Soldier in his line of sight. "I'm not going to make him, and neither is anyone else. Just you."
Something hot was boiling inside Medic, and he switched his grasp on Spy's knife as Soldier stomped closer to him, his voice changing to the one that haunted Medic's dreams. "You little slut. I could bend you over and fuck you senseless and you wouldn't fight back, would you? You're weak."
The slash with the knife caught Soldier by surprise, and he had to duck away from Medic as he slashed frantically.
"I am not VEAK!" Medic screamed. "Don't you ever speak to me like zhat, you overgrown American PIG!" He snarled, readying the knife for a second attack. Soldier grinned, and brandished his own shovel.
"Show me what you've got, Kraut." He growled, in his own voice.
Metal hit metal as Medic lunged forwards, raining blows down against the blade of Shovel. Soldier grunted, and pushed back hard, sending Medic flying.
"Concentrate! Don't attack blindly, that's what he'll do!" Soldier shouted down at him. "Get up, Nurse!"
Medic stood back up, his breathing laboured. He studied Soldier, and straightened his posture, eyes narrowed as he mirrored Soldier's steps, his teeth bared.
"What's wrong, Sally, worried I might bite?" Soldier goaded. His voice changed again. "Come on, bitch."
Medic growled in the back of his throat, and they attacked each other, Medic ducking as Shovel whirred through the air where his head had been. He jabbed his elbow firmly into the back of Soldier's knee, bringing him down.
"You dirty fucking-"
"I said do NOT talk to me like zhat, you star-spangled schwienehund." Medic's blade hovered next to his ear, until he blinked. "Vh-vhat zhe hell am I doing?"
"Beating my sorry ass senseless, I think." Soldier groaned. "Goddamn it, where the hell did that come from?"
"I...don't know..." Medic whispered. The knife clattered to the dirt, and Spy retrieved it, patting him on the back.
"Make sure you do that to the BLU bastard." Soldier growled, and glanced around. Everyone had paused in order to watch their duel. "I think we're done for now. Let's head inside."
Medic seemed lost in thought as he was pushed along by Sniper. "C'mon mate. I reckon Engie's stew will be ready by now." He pulled Medic to sit on a moth-eaten couch, and sat next to him, stretching out. "You okay?"
Medic inhaled, long and loud, before nodding. "I...I zhink so."
Sniper was studying him carefully. "Doc, what exactly did that Soldier do to you?"
Medic ran a hand over his mouth, and looked at Sniper, ready to claim he was tired, hungry, anything to stop talking. A hand squeezed his shoulder, and Spy appeared, looking mournful.
"You may not want to talk about it, but...it might make you feel better. There's always someone willing to listen."
There was a soft murmur of agreement as everyone crowded around Medic, all nodding and looking serious. Medic sagged. He wouldn't get out of this in one piece.
"Fine." He carefully removed his glasses, and polished the lenses carefully. "I suppose it all started when I decided to act on my feelings for their Engineer..."