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Boots stomped on the floor as Soldier loudly made his way to Medic’s lab. He didn’t even knock on the door as he opened it, his mouth slightly open as he was about to speak, but it quickly knit shut as Medic settled softly in his eyes. Medic was leaning back in his chair, eyes closed, glasses crooked. His mouth was closed, but his chest was rising and falling quietly with sleep. His legs were completely spread open and in between them was a table on wheels, a large heart with something shoved onto it sitting carefully on it. Blood dripped from the table, filling the room with a hollow plop noise every once in a while. Medic’s jacket was unbuttoned and his tie was loosened. He looked completely exhausted as he snored softly, leaning away from his work.
Soldier carefully walked forward, making sure his boots didn’t make too much resonance as he placed a large, careful hand on Medic’s shoulder, shaking him awake. He jutted up with a start, letting out a small ‘ Ah!’ as he pushed Soldier away, heaving a little. It took him a moment to regain his surroundings, but he took a large inhale in and an even larger exhale out. He looked flustered as he tightened his red tie and buttoned his coat over his chest, slightly clearing his throat. “Miene apologies, I must have fallen asleep,” He said, pushing up his glasses. Soldier huffed as he watched Medic scramble to gather up the heart lying out and clumsily put it in the fridge.
“What’re you working on, Private?” Soldier asked, lightly tapping the ball of his foot on the ground. Medic stood up straight and tilted his head down slightly to look at Soldier. He bit on his lip and huffed, pulling up his rubber glove. “Verking on a more powerful ubercharge,” He said, tidying up his workspace a little. Soldier watched him quietly for a moment as Medic’s shaking hands picked up syringes and vials of liquid, tiredly putting them away.
“You ever consider taking a break, Maggot?” He said, straightening up his posture. Medic shook his head, smiling a little. “Nein,” He said, taking a short breath in. “I have vork to do, I vill get it done, verstanden?” He brushed his hair back and Soldier noticed the bags under his eyes. He walked forward a bit, brushing his hand against his face. Medic jumped, easing into Soldier’s touch slightly before pushing his hand away.
“I’ll just get some coffee,” He said, pushing past Soldier. He stood there for a moment as he watched Medic’s boots from under his helmet. “Hold on, princess,” He said, grabbing onto Medic’s arm. “It’s already late, a good trainee always sleeps at night, you will sleep.” He tried to pull him back into his lab but Medic was stiff. Soldier’s helmet moved a little as he raised his eyebrows. “Doc?” He asked, his voice surprisingly soft.
“Vhat time is it?” Medic said, turning to look at Soldier. Medic’s sleeve twisted in Soldier’s grasp and he loosened it to straighten out his sleeve before slipping his hand around Medic’s wrist. “It’s around 11 pm…” He said, trailing off slightly. The doctor’s shoulders raised and fell with a sigh as he stepped forward. “You dummkopf, why didn’t you wake me up sooner? Can no thought get through zhat helmet of yours?” He spat, shaking Soldier’s grasp off. He brushed past him and rummaged through some supplies on a table, pretending to look busy.
Behind him, Soldier stood still with his hands on his hips. “I will not leave until you’re sleeping again,” He said, stomping his foot for effect. Medic sighed, pushing his glasses up as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Zhis is useless, Soldier,” He groaned, “I am vorking for your benefit, ja?” He looked at Soldier and raised his eyebrows for effect. Soldier nodded, then shook his head stubbornly.
“You WILL rest, maggot.” He said, his hands tight at his sides. Medic closed his eyes for a long while, so long that Soldier actually thought he had fallen asleep while standing. “Cupcake?” Soldier called. Medic inhaled sharply and opened his eyes. “Sorry, I can’t stand to look at you for that long.” He said, turning around. His jacket fluttered behind him a little as he continued to blindly organize his tools. Soldier huffed and walked forward, bending his knees as he wrapped his arms around Medic’s waist. Medic sputtered a little, about to protest as Soldier stood up straight, picking Medic up. It was awkward, and Medic was heavy, especially as he was kicking, but Soldier held on tightly.
“YOU’RE GOING TO SLEEP!” He said, carrying him out of the room. He bounded for the dorms, not even wincing as Medic’s gloves slapped and scratched against his hands. “Lass mich gehen!” He yelled in his native language. He kicked at Soldier’s legs, but Soldier was surprisingly strong. As they neared the dorms, Demo stuck his head out of his door and looked at Soldier carrying Medic, running down the hall. He snorted as they passed, holding up a bottle.
“Aye! Watch the volume, laddies!” He yelled, waving the bottle. “Some folks are tryin’ tae have a peaceful evenin’!” He slammed his door shut, making Soldier hesitate for a moment. Medic whipped his arm and elbowed Soldier right in the head, knocking his helmet off and forcing him to drop Medic. He landed on his feet and rubbed his coat off, glaring at Soldier. His helmet spun on the floor a few times and Soldier leaned down to pick it up, but he didn’t put it back on his head. If Medic was being honest, he had never gotten a good look at Soldier with his helmet off.
His eyes were a sharp, stormy blue, and his hair was the classic army cut: completely buzzed off. His blonde peach fuzz covered his entire scalp, and he had a mean look written on his face. But there was something else, concern. “Vhat were you zhinking!?” Medic asked, looking down at Soldier. He huffed a little, his chest rising and falling with anger. His gloves squeaked as he gathered his hands into fists at his sides. Soldier squinted at the light as he looked at Medic.
“I am worried about you, Maggot.” He said sternly. His volume had dropped significantly, and it was low and grumbly. Medic stuttered a little in confusion, crossing his arms over his chest. “Vhat? Vhy? Zhis is so dumm.” He said, turning a little. Soldier walked forward and put his hand on Medic’s shoulder, pivoting him so they were facing again. “Every time I come in to check on you, you’re passed out like a child on the fourth of July.” He said. Medic’s eyebrow raised as he smiled. That connection made no sense. “A true patriot never falls asleep on the job.” The doctor chuckled.
“I am not an American,” He said. Soldier’s grip tightened on Medic’s shoulder as he looked right through his glasses and into his eyes. “You are on American soil, Private. You will work and rest as a true American does.” He said, absolutely and utterly serious. Medic tried to shrug his grip off, but he didn’t let go. “Oh yeah?” Medic said, smugly, “And how does that go?” He asked, not very seriously. Soldier began to push him towards his dorm, skipping over Medic’s. “Ah, Soldier, you missed meine room.” Soldier just grunted in response, pushing open his door and shoving Medic inside. He closed the door behind him and clicked the lock shut. Medic suddenly got a little scared as Soldier pushed him forcefully on the bed.
“Sleep,” He said, gathering blankets and tucking Medic in. He forced off Medic’s boots as he kicked off his own, climbing in next to him. He sighed loudly as his back hit the plush of the bed. Medic struggled a little but overall, how tired he was was seriously catching up with him. With Soldier’s blankets all around him, and he stiffened a small bit as Soldier shuffled and wrapped around Medic firmly. Medic shifted a little in Soldier’s grasp, getting finally comfortable.
“Look, Maggot, this is how a real American sleeps.” Soldier whispered into Medic’s ear, and his hot breath went over his skin, and he shivered at the contact. Medic decided he’d let it be and fight about it later. He turned so his face was in Soldier’s neck. He closed his eyes and huffed loudly.
“Goodnight, you dummkopf.”