Y/n sat on the hospital bed as she waited for Ludwig to return. Of course he would be gone for a while, she told herself. Y/n held the mug in her hands, taking a few sips every now and then. The medical bay was quite boring. Unless someone’s medical uniform was lying on the desk.
Y/n tip toed over to the desk, near the cabinet. Medic’s uniform laid there, folded halfway and covered in blood stains. The straps, tie, and buttons were all there. The curious amnesiac picked up the uniform. Giggle, Y/n unbutton the top part and slid into the uniform. She buttoned up the buttons and tightened the straps so that it fit her figure. If there was a mirror, she would be happy about the way she looked.
A muffled coo chirped from the cabinet, grabbing Y/n’s attention. She opened the cabinet and several white doves flew out, ruffling her hair. Birds now claimed the medbay as their domain. Y/n continued to look around. Grunting and unintelligible cursing turned her attention to the fridge.
Back in the living room with mercs, Ms. Pauling and Ludwig were arguing about Y/n.
“Pauling, I can assure you, Y/n vill be safe under my care.” The team and Miss Pauling sat in the living room. She sighed. The doctor was persistent.
“Medic, the Administrator insists that she goes away,” Pauling said. “She’s expendable.” The doctor lost it.
“SHE’S NOT SOMETHING JOU CAN THROW AWAY!!!” he yelled, slamming his hands on the table. The mercs and assistant looked at each other, then at Ludwig, He sighed. “I’m sorry, continue.”
“As I was saying,” Pauling said. She was cut off by a muffled scream coming from the doctor’s lab. Everyone rushed into the medbay.
Y/n had opened up the fridge and screamed. A spy head attached to a battery rested next to a mega baboon heart.
“Hello,” he said. Y/n screamed louder.
“Y/N!” Ludwig rushed up to her and hugged her. “I thought I told jou not to attract attention.”
“I can’t help it,” the head replied. “She was the one who opened the fridge. I simply greeted her.”
“We’ll talk later,” the doctor growled. “Täubchen, are jou okay.” Y/n buried her head in his chest.
“Nope,” she said, muffled. “That thing scared me. A disembodied head shouldn’t be alive.” The Spy head scoffed.
“Zhat’s what I told him,” he said.
“Shut it,” Ludwig growled. The head rolled his eyes. “I mean it.” Miss Pauling sighed.
“This is exactly what I mean,” she said. “Y/n is a distraction. She’s gonna be a problem later on.”
“Don’t you dare say that!” Ludwig yelled, covering Y/n’s ears. “She’s a darling, not a distraction! She needs my help and I won’t allow jou to take her away!” Even though her ears were covered, Y/n was moved by Ludwig’s words. He really meant it.
Miss Pauling looked at the doctor, defeated. He was stubborn. Y/n needed him, and he needed her.
“Fine, I’ll talk to the Administrator about this,” she said. “For now, both teams will have ceasefire days until you fix Y/n.” The doctor smiled. “Bye everyone.”
“Hey Pauling, wait up!” Scout exclaimed, following the assistant out of the room. Y/n pulled away from the doctor and looked up at him.
“Did you mean that?” she asked, knowing the answer.
“Of course!” Ludwig exclaimed. “I can’t leave jou to suffer. I’ll stay with jou until the end of the line.” Y/n blushed.
“Thanks doc,” she said, hugging him. “By the way, when you came in, you called me a Täub‧chen or something like that.” Ludwig ran his fingers through her hair.
“I’ve nicknamed you little dove,” he answered. Y/n blushed.
“I like that name,” she said.
As the day went by, the men helped Y/n set up her new bedroom. Sniper offered his, since he lived in his camper and didn’t need the room. Y/n gladly accepted. Heavy moved in the bed and furniture. Engineer and Pyro brought in some spare sheets and pillows that hadn’t been burnt from previous “sleep overs” Pyro had with the men. Spy brought in some art that would suit Y/n. Scout offered his night light so she wouldn’t be scared. Demo found his healthy stuff, which was a stash of juice and water, and put it in a mini fridge Engineer built. Pyro brought over his
balloonicorn plushie and Scout provided some Tom Jones CDs. Soldier brought in some bread and threw it into the mini fridge. He also gave Y/n a spare helmet for safety. Finally, Sniper brought in some books he borrowed from Spy, who was happy to let Y/n borrow. Medic decided he would watch over Y/n and stay with her. He would sleep on the couch Heavy brought in.
“Thank you so much guys,” Y/n said. The room had been completely renovated and ready for use. “It means so much to me, I mean it.” The men smiled.
“It was nothin’ darlin’,” Engineer.
“Now let’s allow Y/n to get some rest,” Spy said. “Come on gentlemen.” One by one, the mercenaries left the room, saying their goodbyes.
“Night Y/n.”
“G’night.”
“Mmph mmph (Goodnight).”
“Goodnight, darlin’.”
“Goodnight lassie.”
“May leetle girl have sweet dreams.”
“Bonsoir.”
“Goodnight Cadet. May America be in your dreams.”
“Goodnight all,” Y/n said, getting under the covers. “Ludwig, are you going to join them?”
“Not tonight,” the doctor replied. “I have some work to do. I’ll come back later tonight.”
“Okay, goodnight,” Y/n replied. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Ludwig smiled and kissed her forehead. He closed the door a little before departing for his lab.
“How’s the cherie?” the spy head asked.
“She’s fine,” Ludwig replied. “A little tired, zhat’s all.” The head smirked.
“May I ask how ‘ou were able to get Y/n to stay with ‘ou imbeciles?” he asked.
“Vat do jou mean?” the doctor asked, turning around in his chair. The spy head sitting in the fridge laughed.
“‘Ou mean ‘ou don’t recognize her?” he asked. He nodded his head in the direction of the fashion model calendar. “FInd the month of October and see if you recognize ze model.” Nervously, the doctor walked up to the calendar and flipped to the October calendar page. He gasped.
Y/n was wearing an orange dress that exposed her shoulders. She wore black, knee high boots and had her hair styled in a bun. She wore purple lipstick and held a pumpkin under her arm. “Now ‘ou believe me?” the head asked.
“What do jou know about her?!” The doctor excitedly exclaimed.
“Hold on!” the spy head exclaimed. “I know that there’s two L/ns. They’re twins, I think, so zhat might not even be ze model living in Bushman’s room.”
“What?”
“Oui, one’s the fashion designer and ze other is the model,” the head replied. Ludwig groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Whoever Y/n was, she had to return home.
Soon.
