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“I need to see you - urgently.”
These were the words contained in the note Archimedes had delivered to me. The handwriting was unmistakably the Medic’s clean cursive, written in his signature sepia ink. I had been severely injured out in the field which meant I’d been with the Medic quite a bit. Most of the times I had been with him ended in being included in some of his experiments, but with these recent visits he seemed different. His grip hadn’t been his usual clinical vice the last time he’d changed my bandages, he’d actually hesitated when I’d winced. I sighed as I stood up, having to leave the comfort of my warm bed. The other mercenaries passed by me as I limped across the floor, still recovering from the nasty encounter I’d had with the BLU team’s Pyro I had a week or so ago. My leg was no longer charred black with burnt skin, but I could feel how tight my skin had been pulled into the wound. The tight trousers I had thrown on this morning rubbed against my raw nerves like a bear against a tree.
When I arrive at the double doors that lead to Medic’s private lab, I rap my knuckles against the door. I sink down into the hard plastic chair next to the doors, hoping to get an ounce of rest before I have to get back up again. This injury has left me off the field for a couple weeks now and all I want is to get back into it. Everyone is acting like they’re stepping on eggshells around me, their attitude is starting to sting worse than the pain. I hear the sharp footsteps of Medic’s chisel toe shoes against the linoleum flooring. The doors swing open and hit the walls with a bang, making me jump.
“Ah! If it isn’t the man I was looking for!” Medic’s thick German accent cuts through the air. “Why don’t you come in!”
The scent of antiseptic and dried blood fills my nose as I enter the lab. I allow my eyes to wander around the room, noticing the slight changes that have appeared since I was last here.
“Did you clean the lab since the last time I was here?” I ask, flicking my eyes to Medic.
“Ach, just some spring cleaning, did an experiment that ended in a mess,” Medic replies, but I can’t help but notice the slight pink tinge that has appeared on his cheeks.
I squint my eyes. The Medic doesn't ‘spring clean’ unless he's trying to hide a body, or less likely, impress someone. I shuffle my way over to the closest hospital bed and plop myself onto it. I roll up my trousers, exposing the wound to the open air.
“Schatz, I was thinking we could focus more on your mental rather than your physical today, as your wound seems to be coming along well.”
The pet name he dropped casually to me makes my heart flutter, as does his offer of a look into my mind.
“I uh, yeah, sounds good to me.” I flash a weak smile at Medic, hopping off the bed and giving a soft wince, praying that Medic didn’t hear me.
Medic pats the other half of the couch he is sitting on, observing me with a soft gaze. My injured leg drags behind me as I limp towards the couch, descending into the plush pillows. He hands me a glass of water. I take a sip before setting it on the table beside me. I keep my head down and fidget with my hands, nervous to be so close to the man I desire most.
My head lifts to take a glance at him, just to be met with his blushing face staring back at me.
“Mein Liebling…” Medic takes my hands into his own, latex covered ones. “Forgive me for dragging you out here while you should be resting,” My heart rate starts to rise, hoping, no, praying that he will tell me the things I have been dreaming about.
“I wish to, how to put it, pursue a,” he pauses, “Romantic relationship with you.”
My face bursts into a red mess, unsure on how to react.
“Ach!” He pulls his hands away from me. “I did not mean to put any unwanted pressure on you!” My hands reach back out for his, pulling them back down into mine.
“I would love to be with you Medic.” I smile.
“Do you mean that?”
I cup his face, feeling the stubble on his jaw and the heat radiating from his skin. I lean in until I can feel his breath against my skin. “May I?”
Medic doesn't wait for an answer, he closes the gap himself. The kiss is soft, a quiet contrast to the chaos of the base outside. When we finally pull apart, we’re both breathless, eyes meeting before we break into a quiet, disbelieving laugh.