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After a long battle against their counterparts, the RED team returned to their base. Not with their usual proud and cheerful expressions but rather grumpy and tired ones. Sure, constantly murdering your clones with 8 other insane mercenaries can be tiring but they have never been THIS tired.
Turns out today wasn’t a pleasant day for the RED team at all. They lost against the BLU’s for the last few matches and now everyone’s obviously pissed..except for one mercenary. One of if not the most insane one: Medic. He seemed more exhausted and drained than usual, looking as if he barely had any strength to hold his medigun. Heavy, being the observant man he is, noticed this off behavior from Medic, he was curious of the reason to the other’s wellbeing.
—“can’t you see how ridiculous that match was?! I can’t freakin’ believe we lost to those loser again!”
Scout complained frustratedly, throwing his bat against the wall of the room, grunting angrily as he sat down in a huff
—“and I couldn’t even find doc for half of the match! Where tha hell were you, doc?!”
He threw his hands in the air dramatically, rolling his eyes as he heard a disdainful scoff from the Spy
—“oh please, Scout. Spare our heads and shut up! The match is already over! Stop whining!”
—“ya can’t tell me what ta do! You’re not my dad!”
The room was suddenly filled with silence until Scout huffed and left in annoyance. The other mercenaries could hear the younger kid bad-mouthing them underneath his breath as he walked away.
Next one to leave was Demoman, accompanied with Solder, then Pyro, next was Sniper. Engineer sighed and motioned Heavy over to the corner of the room, wanting to talk to the big guy
—“hey uh..’cha noticed the doc’s behavior?”
—“da, Heavy noticed. Doktor is silent.”
—“i think somethin’s bothering him..I’ve never seen him so..tired.”
—“hm..” Heavy hummed, closing his eyes for a few minutes to think of the possible reasons for Medic’s eerie silence “maybe doktor is stressed..?”
—“look, big guy..I kinda wanna ask ya a favor..” Engineer peered over Heavy’s shoulder to look at Spy leaning against the wall of the opposite side of the room as if he was finding some sort of comfort or signal to continue
—“me an’ Spy talked about this and figured you’d be the suitable one t’ talk to the doc since you two are pretty close..maybe he’d open up ta’ you more.?”
—“maybe..Heavy will try..”
—“thanks, Heavy..uhh..we’ll..leave ya alone now..c’mon, Spy, let’s go.”
Engineer nodded off as a goodbye and with that, him and his chain-smoking partner left the room, leaving only Heavy and Medic alone.
Heavy was nervous. He knew he shouldn’t be but here he is, nervous out of his mind just because of the fact that he has to talk to Medic. He turned around to see the team’s eccentric doctor just sitting on one of Thebes benches, looking at the ground soullessly.
—“doktor..” Heavy softly called out, approaching Medic and sitting next to him, placing a gentle hand on the back of the other’s back
—“what’s wrong, doktor? Is someone making you sad?”
—“it’s nothing, Misha..you should tag along vith ze others..”
—“doktor, no. Misha will not stop until you talk to him.”
—“ach, Misha..it’ll only vaste your time..”
He waved his gloves hand dismissively, sighing and looking at his partner’s eyes, searching for a hint of pitying or some kind of hatred, maybe even disdain. But he found nothing. Nothing but a worried, caring gaze from Heavy.
—“doktor is not waste of time, who told you that?”
—“Mikhail..”
He mumbled shakily as his eyes started to tear up. Fearing he might look vulnerable or weak, Medic wipes his tears away, sniffling and sighing once more. Heavy obviously noticed he hurt expression from Medic’s face and pulled him closer by his waist, allowing Medic to rest his head on Heavy’s body
—“doktor, tell me what’s wrong..”
—“I really can’t hide anyzhing from you, can I, mein sanfter Bär..?” He chuckled weakly, sniffling once more as he inches even closer to Heavy, his hands covering his face
—“you read me like a book every time..I feel so vulnerable being like zhis”
—“doktor, I-“
—“tell me, Misha..am I weak for crying like zhis infront of you.? How come you never hate me for you know..being all weak and annoying and..sentimental..”
He broke down sniffling and crying as Heavy’s gentle hands wrapped around him, pulling him close and holding him as if he’d fade once Heavy let go
—“nonsense, doktor. You’re not annoying, weak or sentimental. Crying is okay.”
Medic choked on his own tears and coughed pathetically, continuing to wipe his tears away until Heavy stopped him by gently lifting his wrist away from Medic’s puffy eyes
—“stop, doktor. You will ruin beautiful eyes.”
—“Misha..I don’t understand you sometimes..how could you love someone like me..? I’m insane and I’m a mad doctor! I don’t understand..! I don’t even have the motivation to heal anybody on the battlefield! We lost because of me! How can you still love me after all of zhis?!”
—“Heavy loves doktor not because he heals, but because he is who he is. Heavy loves doktor even if he’s ‘insane’, da? Let it all out, doktor.”
Hearing that made Medic’s heart want to combust. How can a giant, man-killing machine be this gentle towards him? Those words made his messy thoughts and fucked up mind all quiet and fuzzy, and of course, stopped the crying a bit.
—“I feel useless, Misha..useless for having to cry infront of you, for having only one job and not being able to do it.”
—“is okay, doktor. People get unmotivated. Heavy understands”
Gosh.. this man is too sweet..Medic sighed and sniffled in relief. Finally letting go of the nagging question in the back of his mind like an annoying parasite. He smiled softly and held Heavy’s hand closer to his face
—“I’m such a lucky man to have someone like you, Meine Liebe..”
—“Heavy loves doktor too, so don’t be sad, da?”
—“ja..”
—“I will always be with you, doktor.”