#bluteammedic

[zehypocriticaloath]

He's lying on a gurney. Covered in birds. Not the best place to nap, apparently.

No, not the best place at all. The unkindness found their niche in roosting upon his still, prone form. Not a raven out of place. And Poe, being the smug leader of the group that he was, found his place hunkered down directly on Fritz’s chest. He intently stared at the man’s face with his beady little eyes.

“He’s not dead,” Aldous snapped at Poe. The moment he entered the infirmary, he saw the peculiar scene. And though he had to stop and question why any of this was happening, he saw that familiar look in the eldest raven’s eyes. “You don’t get to peck his eyeballs out. I’ll give you some from a cadaver I’m working on. Your treat if you behave. Now… get off of him! All of you!”

The ravens raucous protested in a fit of cawing and flapping wings. They refused to budge. Fritz was far too comfy. As such, they incurred the wrath of their owner, squawking and shrieking and cawing over the fit of angered cursing, the words obviously in German.

[boilingheart]

Dug through my old video files to scrape up my POV from @bluteammedic ‘s :video:

There was a lot more footage but these were definitely the highlights

[mxcreed-a]

@bluteammedic replied to your post “Let's be honest here though. You aren't strong enough to protect...”

"Believe it or not I am capable of taking care of myself."

“Whether or not you are ain’t gonna change my decision, Fritz. I can’t risk losing you again.”

[sigrunvalkyrie]

There was an uncoordinated knock against the door frame of the infirmary, Fritz leaning heavily against its opposite side. The towering German was alarmingly pale, save for the flush in his cheeks. "... How stocked are you on fever reducers. Asking for a friend." His 'friend' needed a bed more than anything, but he was decidedly ignoring that fact.

          Angela looked up from her paperwork before sighing softly. “This ‘friend’ of yours needs to head straight to bed while I gather what I need to check on him.” She replied, tone firm over the fact that she could tell that he was the one that’s sick. She got up, grabbing her bag from the corner before she headed to the locked medicine cabinet.

[chronal-anomaly]

@bluteammedic

She shoved the door open, tray balanced precariously between both hands. A Overwatch hoodie had been donned in place of her usual gear, blue shadowing its gray fabric.

"Hey."

The tray was placed carefully on a table amidst his usual clutter, a pair of mugs removed before Lena joined him at the table.

"Whatcha workin' on?"

[mxcreed-a]

@bluteammedic replied to your post “Where did you stash my god damn jacket - I KNOW you have it you...”

"Say goodbye to your hat."

[chronal-anomaly]

@bluteammedic

“Still breathing. Your shampoo smells fucking delicious, by the way.”

He leaned back, running a pale hand through his own unruly curls, knowing damn well his own hair just smelled like whatever generic brand had been left behind in the supply rooms. And to think, he used to be so fussy about it.

“What about you? You don’t look like you’re firing on all cylinders either.”

“And you just made it creepy.” 

Still, she doesn’t wiggle out from pale arms until he removes, turning on her heels to face the weary medic. Lena took pride in her hair, styling it and washing it almost daily. Now, something about temporal fluidity had that ruined by the end of the hour. 

“Haven’t been sleeping great. It happens.” A noncommittal shrug. “What about you, grumpy asshole? You’re clingy today.”

[sigrunvalkyrie]

@bluteammedic

          Angela buried her face in her hands, beyond embarrassed that her excited text had gone astray. Oh, she was going to be hard pressed to ever look Fritz in the eye again.            {text: Fritz} I am so sorry!!! That was meant for Fareeha!           {text: Fritz} and you’re not quite the most awkward person I know. That award might have just gone to me.