@medikrieg
“How bad is it, Doc?! Be honest with me -- am I gonna live? I don’t wanna die like this! We don’t get our pants back when we go to respawn! I’m gonna show up, with an arrow right through my underwear, and everybody’s gonna laugh, and--” He had been going on this way for the past five minutes, draped across the examination table with his spine twisted to reveal the arrow that had buried itself in his right butt cheek. They had all had worse, but Scout, who could take a good few hits on the field and keep gunning, was always the loudest in the medbay.











