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A scream for Medic woke Ludwig up. He jolted upright from his slouched position over his desk. What could be the problem at this hour?!
He wiped the sleep from his face as he jogged over to his Medi Guns. Stock should do fine. It was hard to go wrong with it after all. He hurriedly put it on over his clothes as he ran out the door.
It was incredibly rare for the Heavy to call for him for like that and especially outside of combat. Ludwig was worried.
Was he injured? No, Mikhail could handle those on his own. So... Was it a dying cry from being attacked by a Spy or a nightmare?
His house shoes skidded on the concrete floor as he made a sharp turn into the barracks.
Another cry could be heard from Heavy's room. It was muffled and quieter this time. The unmistakable sound of dread trembled in the large man's voice.
Medic didn't bother knocking and twisted the rattly, metal door nob.
"Heavy are you alright!?" His voice was laced with urgency and concern.
It was too dark to properly see in the room, but there was the light switch...
"Doktor..?" Medic didn't know what to make of the uncharacteristic softness of his voice. The wet warble of it clued in the doctor that their heavy weapons guy had been crying...
He clutched at the Medi Gun and turned it on in Heavy's general direction, trusting the auto lock to latch onto him.
The large man let out a sigh when it connected, but, after a glance at the patient 's health display, there was nothing to heal on him.
Ah. It must've been one of his nightmares then. That explains why he's huddled up on the floor next to the bed. His head rested in his arms over his knees, creating a sense of fragile privacy.
"I'm here," Ludwig stepped in and shut the door behind him. Leaving the Medi Gun on, he hooked it onto its rest on the backpack. "Mikhail, do you want the light on?"
"Nyet," he sniffed and wiped at his eyes. This was too embarrassing, he had to clean himself up. These dreams, why do they plague him like this? And he woke up screaming for their Medic... "Nothing is wrong, go."
He heard the doctor step closer, with a muffled pomf instead of his usual clicky boots. He must've been wearing slippers.
"Oh, Misha, we both know that's not true," the doctor knelt next to him. "What was your nightmare about this time?"
He hated how he asked, how he stayed. He didn't need to be attended like some child. "Leave."
"I can't leave until I've treated the patient who so loudly called for me," Ludwig said with an air of finality and teasing.
Heavy really hated how Medic could be sometimes. He pulled his head up from his folded arms to scowl at him. It wasn't as much of a scowl as it was an attempt at convincing himself he was fine.
Ludwig's face was lit up by the shy light of the moon, perfectly intact unlike how it was in his dream. Doctor was still missing his glasses though. The doctor was looking back him and his teary eyes, waiting for his response...
The Medi Gun's red light lit up behind the doctor and trailed to him. It felt silly, but the warm tingle of the ray was comforting to him. Mikhail didn't know if Ludwig knew about that, but it didn't matter right now. They were both ok. It was nothing like the dream.
Heavy lifted a hand to Ludwig's face, gently dragging his finger tips over the side of it. He stroked his thumb over the other's cheek.
Ludwig raised a brow, but let the out of sorts giant do as he pleased. Mikhail's neutral frown tense to more of a pout.
Mikhail's arm snagged him around the waist a pulled him into a tight hug. He didn't touch the Medi Pack, knowing Ludwig hated that. So, his embrace was under the contraption and kept Medic on his knees.
Ludwig yelped at the sudden movement and laughed nervously, "Needed a little touch?" He settled into hug after he could relax himself into the gesture.
The large man only nosed into his chest.
Heavy's shoulders were trembling again. He was trying to keep from crying again. Why was he still so weak! One bad dream reduced him to tears.
He held the doctor tighter as he hid in his chest.
It wasn't even real and it still got him so bad. Doctor was fine! He was obviously fine, he was holding him. He didn't let him down, he didn't let down his team.
Ludwig firmly rubbed at Mikhail's shoulder in a comforting manner. This was the first time he's seen this stoic beast of a man so, so vulnerable. It was touching, it was gross, but most prominently, Ludwig was at a loss for what to do.
Misha sobbed, clutching around the other's waist.
If he didn't fail, why did he feel this way? Nightmares. He hated them.
His mother used to talk with him when he had this kind of trouble sleeping. She would fix him some tea if they had any and they'd share company until he could sleep again... Oh, he missed his family. Even when he had to share a bed with his sisters, at least they were close enough to keep safe.
Ludwig let out a pleased sigh. Seems Misha was calming down now. He wasn't a fan of crying, in this instance at least, but sometimes it was needed to help process feelings. "Shhh, there we go..."
Misha sniffled and sighed into his chest. The steel grip of his arms, loosened as he started to relax.
Selfishly, he wanted the doctor to stay with him. He... wasn't sure he would. He just soaked his shirt after accidentally calling for him like he was dying. Doctor was unpredictable and selfish, he wasn't getting his hopes up.
But, he must try.
"Doktor?" Misha' voice was quiet, but more confident than it had been.
Ludwig hummed in question.
"Could..." Really, what was Heavy doing with his life. "Could you stay?"
There was a long beat of silence before the doctor spoke, no doubt deciding if it was better than his experiments, "... Yes. I suppose so."
That worked for Misha. Ludwig would likely just stay up working on projects... they both needed the sleep.
Misha had cleaned the Medi Gun enough times to know how it worked, so he disengaged it and locked the trigger. He missed the warmth of it, but doctor was a better source. And laughed at his jokes.
"Take off Medi Gun," Misha casually demanded before letting Ludwig go. It wouldn't be comfortable to sleep with.
Ludwig stood up, using Misha's shoulder for stability, and unbuckled the harness. He set the contraption by Sasha's bed. Misha had said they were friends, right?
Misha had gotten back into bed while the doctor occupied himself with the Medi Gun and Pack. When the Pack was set down, Ludwig's hands started unbuttoning his shirt, and then Heavy looked at the ceiling. He did not wanna know how much the doctor was taking off.
A moment passed as clothing fell to the ground, and then bed dipped with the doctor's weight. Misha laid still on his back as the other got comfortable... and then placed a hand on his farther shoulder.
"Well, come here, you big bear," Medic said as he tugged on Misha's shoulder. Misha humored him and rolled onto his side facing the smaller man. "There you are..." he leaned up to kiss at Mikhail's forehead. "Let's try sleeping, hm?" He snaked an arm over the larger's shoulder and guided Misha's head to his chest.
Oh. Misha's chest and face felt warm. Doctor was spoiling him...
He should pay him back tomorrow.
Misha wrapped an arm over Ludwig in a protective embrace. He nosed into the doktor's bare chest. Warm, hairy, and soft. He knew from experience that the surprisingly soft hair on his companion's chest was delightfully speckled with grating hair. While the doctor may look on it with distaste, Mikhail only met it with fondness.
Not minding the faintest dampness of Ludwig's pecs, the sleepy man sighed into them, pleased.
Ludwig kneed a leg between Mikhail's for more comfort in their cuddle. Misha smiled knowing he'd move it in short while because he got too sweaty.
Judging from the leg hair and baggy fabric, Ludwig only took off his pants and boots, along with his shirt. Misha was dressed likewise. He got too hot at this base...
A careful, calculated hand stroked over Heavy's broad neck and down to his nape, then back up again with a just as slow, lulling motion.
They were alright.