Oh, how the table turns
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-Move , move ! Come on ! - Mick's voice strained to get those words out. -I am ! Quit breathin' down my neck ! Your breath reeks of piss anyway ! - Jeremy immediately snapped back.
His legs were currently working overtime in order to carry him forward. However , Mick wasn't miking about , not at all. The Aussie was hauling something , or rather somebody , on his back. Herbert's upper half was slung over his backside , his legs dangling freely. Still warm , sticky blood caked Mick's old , worn out gilet and the metallic smell wasn't helping him deal with the chaos of the situation in any way.
How in the world did that happen ?
One moment everything was fine and dandy and all of a sudden their Medic was tumbling down with blood and all other disgusting crap streaming down his neck. And chest. And back. It was all a mess. A bloody , bloody mess.
That stupid BLUE!Sniper. His celebration was very short lived and it was all thanks to the RED! team's Pyro. The beloved Firebug torched that sucker like nobody's business !
Scout reached the Medical Bay and burst in through the double door. Right behind him , Sniper stumbled in. It has been a few , good minutes since Jeremy entered the situation he was currently in but the young man was very much taken aback by Medic's state. Him , a self-proclaimed god was barely concious and needed urgent assistance.
Did Scout take enjoyment in seeing it ? Hell no.
Was it still startling ! Absolutely.
Mick sat his co-worker on that scuffed up operating table or gurney.
-Hang in there , doc. - he ordered and imeediately started digging through the drawers and cupboards in the office.
As Sniper was gathering the proper materials and supplies , Meem was trying his best to regain some control over his head. The room was spinning like some kind of carousel at the fair and Medic didn't like it one bit. While he was councious and could think , somewhat , straight he decided to guide Mick through everything.
-Clean ... first. Bitte. - the german took a moment to voice his thoughts.
His voice sounded ROUGH , let me tell you.
Mick cringed at the croak that left through Ludwig's clenched teeth. The blood was not coming off easily.
-It doesn't have to be pleasant. Let's get on with it. - Ludwig grinned, showing off his pearly whites.
A quarter passed in certain silence and the dried blood slowly but surely started to disappear from Medic's skin and hair. Mick at times looked at his friends'es face in hope , that he wasn't absolutely hating it or wasn't in pain. To be honest , with the nature of their job Sniper should have been used to gore but this time it was somehow different.
-You good , mate ? - he asked , not stopping the treatment. - You are awfully quiet. Not that I mind but ... -I think I have a concussion ... Scheiße. - Ludwig blinked but the dull pain didn't leave him.
Mick discarded the blood-stained rag. Well , at the very least the Doktor looked a little bit less ghastly. Aside from stitching and wrapping up his head , there wasn't much to do with it at the moment.
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A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER
It was late in the night when Pyro woke up.
They were just too curious , who was the person fiddling around with the lights in one of their base's rooms. At such an hour ? Lord have mercy. (Lord may have mercy but Pyro surely won't) The masked mercinary leapt out of bed , accidentally pushing a couple of their stuffed animals down onto the floor , and shuffled towards the door. They were lucky , that Dell didn't wake up at the commotion they made. Heck ! He was sleeping right beside them !
If Engie caught Pyro , they would not escape those fingers.
The fire-loving merc had a wealth of fun tiptoe'ing down the hall. They almost felt like a secret agent or maybe even like Spy. It was so quiet ... eerie. Scary. The flashing lights were closer and closer as Pyro took step after step. They took a hold of the doorhandle ...
-Oi ! What are ya doin' here , lad ? - a drowsy sounding voice with a familiar scottish accent echoed down the hall.
Pyro's heart jumped at the sudden call but they were just beaming regardless. They saw Tavish approach from the other end of the corridor. He must have woken up because of those lights as well.
-Oi don't think ya headed to the kitchen for a bottle of Scrumpy , are ya ? - Demo asked with a sly grin on his face.
Pyro shook their head denyingly. It earned a chuckle from Demo.
-Of course. So ... why are ya up and aboot ? - the scotsman smiled warmly.
The arsonist's finger pointed at the rugs of artificial light. They were escaping through the little opening at the bottom of the door.
-*Hah !* Looks like a party. I'm coming in. - the bomber laughed harshly , yet very candidly.
Tavish shamelessly pushed the door open. His eye fell upon a very ordinary but also worrying sight. Medic was sitting behind his desk , files and folders piled up in a couple of places. Bandages around his head were hanging a little loose and propably needed to be changed , if the browning spots on the material were anything to go off of.
-Wow ! - Demoman's smile faded away gradually. - Nat a nice party , I see.
Medic gave smiling a shot , as his friends'es words were amusing to a certain degree , but he really wasn't feeling it. Demo gestured for Pyro to come in , which they happily did. They closed the door to the Medical Bay with one , swift move of their hand. The Firefly zipped towards the unoccupied stool , which was situated right next to Medic's desk. They spun around on it.
-Man. How long have ya been awake , doc ? - Demo frowned after seeing the mountain of paperwork still waiting to be sorted.
-Mmmr... - Medic whined , lost in his thoughts. - I zhink I lost count.
-Damn. Must be bad , then. - his one-eyed friend nodded and sat on the floor , right beside the chair , where Pyro was spinning around and having a BLAST.
Herbert took off his glasses in order to rub the grit out of his tired , stinging eyes. Pyro shuddered at how red they were , the Pyro-vision didn't really help in that case.
Demo readjusted his eye-patch.
-Alright , lad. I think you've had more than enough wark for the nicht.- he hiccuped gaily.
Tavish wormed his arms underneath Medic's limbs. He grit his teeth as he keyed up to lift Herbert up , the drunkard must've forgotten how hefty that doctor was.
How did Mick manage to carry him ?
Must have been adrenaline.
Ludwig refrained from complaining , even though he did feel uncomfortable. Pyro jumped at the opportunity to do something fun and joined in. They and Demo moved Medic to the rickety sofa , which at times acted as a bed because the bed itself was often absolutely burried under papers and dirty , bloodied clothes.
-Guys , you should just leave me be. I am not "fun" to be around now.- Medic pinched the bridge of his nose. -Do nat be so haughty , man. Let us help. - Tavish "punched" Ludwig on the shoulder jovially.
The german did not react to the innocent attack. As much as he hated to admit it , he did need some help. Why not take it ? Demoman playfully pushed Medic forward.
-Move a bit , docter. Tavish is slipping in there too. - he smiled warm like the summer sun.
Surprisingly , the bomber managed to fit himself in such a way that he had the injured merc layed on his front. Medic's head rested on his shoulder. Demo tore his eye away from his friend. Something moved in his peripheral vision but should he be worried ?
Pyro's masked head slid out from behind the couch. When did they find the time to hede there ?
The amazing Pyro , ladies and gentleman.
The Firefly made some gestures with their hands. Tavish didn't need to look for a long time to tell , that Pyro was wiggling their fingers.
That was a pretty universal gesture.
Demoman very much understood the assignment. He wrapped his arms around Ludwig tightly , to which he reacted with surprise. Not negative but still surprise.
-Vhat is all of that , mein freund ? - Medic tried to wriggle out of the embrace.
-What ? It's just a cuddle , man. Relax. - Tavish assured with amusement in his voice.
-Hmm. Somehow I don't believe you. - the doctor hummed quietly and wondered , where had Pyro gone off to.
He was very soon about to find out.
Herbert got comfortable ; well , as much as he could with Demo stuck to him. Just as he closed his eyes and lost sight of his friends ...
-*Ehehe - HAHA!* *Wha-?!* - the Medic , who suddenly felt a tingle in his side , cackled. - Demoman !
-Wasn't me. Try again , you kittle-doo. (ticklish dove) - the merc in question whistled.
Medic looked around his room in search for the mysterious , or maybe not so much , tickle monster. He pushed himself up ever so slightly to see behind the couch. A figure skittered quickly from the furthest end of that couch to the one much , much closer to Ludwig and Tavish.
And then *BAM !*. Pyro leapt out of their hiding , their hands up and fingers curled in such a way , that they resembled claws.
-Gott in Himmel ! - Medic managed to squeak out before getting smooshed by dear ol' Pyro.
Demoman made some room for Pyro and decided to cooperate. He trapped the doctor's arms and kept them above his head and his legs in between his own.
-Hundeärsch. Le-het me go. Come on. - the victim of the two rascal's game chuckled nervously.
-Now , don't be saying that , doc. You really should laugh more , got it ? - Tavish said so matter-of-factly it almost sounded like a joke.
The bomber reached for Ludwig's torso. His ribs were right there. With a lively and mischevious glint in his eye , he raked his fingers across Herbert's ribcage.
-I asked if you've got it , ya maniac ? - he yelled and braced himself for Herb's reaction.
-*Naha-hein !* *BahahaHAHA !* *WahahaHAit!*
-Wait ? What fer ? - Demoman grinned. - Nae. That's way more fun ! Right , Pyro ?
The masked tickle monster nodded. They wormed their eager hands underneath Ludwig's coat and scribbled all over his sides. And I mean all over.
-PYRO ! *HaHAHaHAHE !* *GEHEHET THAHAT AHAHAUT !*
-Don't be talkin' like that , Medic. - Demo reprimended him , unserious as can be. - Be nice to the lad' .
Pyro didn't seem to even catch the doctor's words. The Firefly just kept their hands there and didn't stop. It felt horrible (or amazing , depends in who you ask). Medic felt their tickler move their hands to his belly.
-*HOHOHOHO !* *HIHIHIHIHAHO !* *BIHIHIHITEHE !* *HOHOHOHO!*
-"Please" what ? Keep gaun ? - Tavish wondered , possibly pretending not to understand. - If ya say so , Meem.
-*NOHOT WHAHAHAT - I MEHEEHEANT !* *SNORT*
The sudden sound , that Herb made , positively surprised both Demo and Pyro. The Firefly clasped their hands and rested their cheek on them in an absolutely smitten manner.
-I see Spy isn't the only one. - Tavish teased Medic , whose face wasn't turning pink at all. (no , not at all.)
A *CRASH* coming from somewhere in the back of the Bay startled the Mercinaries. Demo immediately turned towards the door.
-Oh ? Another person joining the party ? - he giggled and made his way towards the door to see , who it was.
Pyro stayed behind to watch over Medic , who was trying his best to not choke while taking a breath in. Absolutely wrangled out like a rag but still happy. The Firefly started to get concerned when Demoman wasn't back after 10 minutes. And the 15 minutes. And...
-*WAHAHA HOHOHO !* *PAHAHARO RAHAN !*
What in the world ?
Before Pyro could put the pieces together , a huge figure stepped into the doorway. Tavish was slung over the man's shoulder similiar to how Ludwig was with Sniper.
-... Misha ? - Medic felt a relieved smile creeping onto his face.
-Hm. Little men need taste of own medicine. - Heavy huffed light heartedly.
He looked back at Demoman , who responded with a very nervous smile. Pyro scrambled to find a place to hide. Heavy took one last look at his and Medic's victims-to-be.
-Doktor want to have revenge ? - Misha suggested.
To that Ludwig turned to face the Pyro. Their glassed eye-holes stared at him with anticipation from behind the couch , that they hid behind. Medic cackled , this time not because of the tickly treatment but from the joy and eagerness to turn the table.
-Pyrooo~ Come on out , Liebling ! You already have an overdue check-up ! - the doctor crooned and leapt behind the couch to get the Pyro.
For the next couple of hours , the remaining mercinaries could hear all kinds of laughs and giggles. Who knows ?
Maybe some of them also got to have a taste.
THE END