@crocodun — cont. from HERE !
IT’S WITH HIGH BUT FADING SPIRITS that Medic walks Engineer to the infirmary doors. These past days have made it difficult to find time for mingling much with his colleagues, and no teammate’s presence felt more noticeably absent to him that than of Engie’s. He has no lack of hunger for intellectual stimulation, and no sating it; Engie, more than being just a man who can interest Ludwig, is perhaps his singular equal. There’s few men that Medic truly respects, and fewer more that he treasures... Engineer is possibly the only one who has truly earnt both by his own mind and merit.
— Out goes Engie and in stumbles Sniper. The bubbling giddness that’s occupied Medic’s headspace for the past half an hour dissipates as Sniper turns on his heel and bends over the counter, throwing up what Medic guesses are the entire contents of his stomach. ( Perhaps even his actual stomach. ) Medic waits until Sniper has finished to step forward, dragging him away from the basin firmly but gently. He peers over the edge of the basin – vomit and the clear tint of blood. Ah, that can’t be a good sign.
He ducks beneath the operating table for a moment for minor adjustments before ushering Sniper with a forceful ❝ Lie down, ❞ to lean back, half-seated, on it. Given his current condition, lying down fully might not be the best idea. That is, unless Sniper considers choking on his own vomit to be somewhere in the realm of good ideas.
❝ What symptoms have you had, and for how long? What hurts...? — Tell me. ❞ His tone is peppered, here and there, with hints of urgency. But there is nothing short of coolness in his gaze as eyes rove up and down Sniper’s trembling body with vague interest, grip tightening around the other man’s shoulder to hold him still against the operating table. ( An anchor of sorts, even if the idea is laughable – Mundy might be feeling unwell enough to need it. )
❝ Breathe, Herr Sniper. Explain or show whatever you can, as well as you can... or not, and I’ll just have to try my luck with your diagnosis. Set up and spin a wheel, perhaps, to tell me where I’ll take my scapel. ❞ Giddy as Medic might be at such an opportunity, he'll not get his hopes up. He’s sure that Sniper would protest, and he would sooner cure Sniper of whatever illness he has then listen to the man whine after Ludwig’s had his fun doing as he pleased and digging freely through Sniper’s insides. The aftermath simply isn’t worth it.
❝ Ach. Why didn't you come to me sooner? Tsk, tsk... ! — dumm wie Brot. ❞
