EXCUSE ME, I'M IN NEED OF MEDICAL ATTENTION

You little punks today just don't know how to not die, do ya? All your fancy new fangled technological crutches and your alternative weapons and your fancy pants hats. You don't got shit on us. We're going to mop the floor with you kids, and there ain't shit you can do about it.

[classicmedicine]

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[classicmedicine]

"I will stab you and kill that Medic don’t test me—"

He stopped his intrusive thoughts. The Medic wouldn’t dare act against his former Heavy Weapons Specialist. Instead, he sighed dreadfully.

"Must be nice having someone who’s only upgrade is his fancy technology." The younger merc bit his bottom lip, thankful it was hidden under his face mask, "Besides, you had plenty of medkits. I was on Offense for a reason."

[tfcheavy]

"Yeah, it's... good to have a Medic who actually focuses on healing us."

If he wasn't trying his darnedest to get on the Medic's toes, he would have never said anything of the sorts. In fact, he'd have a few choice words to say about their healer. Words like 'quack' and 'lunatic' swiftly came to mind, and it was quite hard not to use them.

Absently, the Heavy fished out one of those hard candies he'd grown to appreciate in his old age. Without offering one to the smaller man, he unwrapped his sugar-free sweet and popped it in his mouth. "So, you seen the new kids they got my team hunting down yet? Bunch of soft whipper-snappers, if you ask me."

[sousleocean-blog]

Big words for someone who could very well end up as my dinner.

[tfcheavy]

Hey, I ain't the one that's part calamari over here. If either one of us is getting eaten around these parts, its you, bub.

[armedbrutal-blog-blog]

Oi don’t think yew wanna go pissin’ me off. Oi’ve cut open people with bigger mouths than yew. Watch it before Oi stuff your own fingers down your throat an’ see yew choke on ‘em.

[tfcheavy]

Yeah? Well, if I were you, I'd quit it with the big boy talk, kiddo. I've got half a mind to throw your backside in the brig for a little time out before we use you and your sorry excuse for a team as target practice.

[tfcheavy]

xnotadoctor replied to your post:((….. ALL MY RAGE. I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR MONTHS...

//dude I know that rage very well ahhh I wish I could help!!

((Thanks for sympathising with me. This is just so much bs.

It wouldn't be so bad if they gave paypal users the option of verifying payment, too. I just never had to do this before and it is so stupid. I just wanted a pretty hotrod degreaser, and all that money's sitting in my account, taunting me.

I don't think I'll be spending any more money on steam after this. This is just so dumb. I can't imagine how bad this would be for someone putting money on their steam during a sale, only to have to wait to spend that money after the sale's over..))

[tfcheavy]

((..... ALL MY RAGE.

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR MONTHS FOR MY BROTHER TO PAY ME BACK

AND THEY'RE MAKING ME WAIT EVEN LONGER TO USE MY MONEY?!

YOU TOOK THE MONEY WITHOUT A PROBLEM, STEAM. YOU SHOULD LET ME FUCKING USE IT. YOU'VE NEVER HAD A PROBLEM WITH ME USING MY MONEY ONLINE OR GETTING MONEY FROM MY FAMILY FOR MY BIRTHDAY ONLINE, EVEN WHEN THEY HAVEN'T USED THEIR PAYPAL/CARDS IN MONTHS! WHAT'S THE PROBLEM THIS TIME?!

THIS JUST MAKES ME SO MAD. I'VE USED THIS CARD BEFORE.

WHY THIS.

WHY THIS STEAM?! WHY THIS WHEN I'M SICK AND HAVE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING MY STRANGE KILLSTREAK DEGREASER FOR OVER A MONTH AND AM FINALLY GETTING IT AFTER MY BROTHER FINALLY PAYED ME BACK?!

THIS.

This just makes me rather upset in a rather unpleasant way.

This wouldn't be so bad, but they're not letting me verify it. I go to verify it and they say that there are no cards that need verification, so I have to wait.))

[classicmedicine]

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[classicmedicine]

"You bullied me every day you bumbling dunder-head!"

Again, words he did not say. Instead, he deferred to him, staring from his feet to the other’s goggles. He resisted the urge to rub the back of his neck so it wouldn’t be taken as a sign of insecurity.

"Better than it used to be, bluenose." He gazed into the man’s goggles in a feign attempt to show he wasn’t scared.

[tfcheavy]

"Yeah? Good for you. I guess we're not all cut out for this kine of work, are we?"

When Medic held his gaze like that, he straightened up a little more in a blatant attempt to intimidate his old teammate. Even if he was older and not quite as bulky as he was as a young man, he was still large and imposing.

"If your concern for your old friends is keeping you from completely enjoying your retirement, you can forget about it. We've already got a new Medic working for us."

[armedbrutal-blog-blog]

Good for ‘em!! Yew must be confused, mate.

Oim not with ‘em. If yew wont, Oi’ll get yew wotever it is yer after so much, provided yew get outta moi face before Oi remove yers.

That simple enough fer YEW to follow, mate?

[tfcheavy]

Somehow, I doubt you ain't one of them kids.

And you really don't want to go threatening me. I've turned men bigger than you inside out for the heck of it. You don't want to get me angry, kid.

[tfcheavy]

"YOU!!! You are the bastard who stole MY Doktor!!!"

"I didn’t steal anyone, you entitled brat! My boss hired that quack. If we didn’t need him, I’d have thrown him off the damn ship ages ago.”

[morerubblelesstrouble]

"…tubby?" Misha went quiet at this, rage burning in his eyes. Before the elder Heavy had time to react, Misha socked the old man in the jaw with a feral growl. "Heavy is not fat man, old wrinkle baby!"

[tfcheavy]

While he'd been expecting this to come to blows, Heavy hadn't expected him to haul out right then and there. He stumbled slightly after that sudden hit, but caught himself after a few steps.

"That's it!" He snarled, pawing blood-flecked spittle off his lips. "I hope you enjoy attending funerals, champ!" That snarl turned into an angry growl as he swung a vicious backhand at the other Heavy in retaliation.

[zhat-medic]

+tfcheavy

[zhat-medic]

Medic mentally cursed the burly man in his native tongue. Of course he had nothing better to do; he wanted to keep an eye on things so nothing would be slipped into his medications. There was no other reason for him staying.

"Alright," Medic replied. He stood and grabbed all of the pill bottles. They threatened to fall from his grasp but he managed to hold on as he walked them over to the counter closest to his medicine cabinet.

"Ehh- None of zhe team vould be villing to help me out vhis somesing vould zhey?" Medic timidly inquired. A fraction of that timidness was genuine, stemmed from his unease. Most of it, though, was fabricated. If everyone saw him as a helpless little dweeb, that was grand. It meant they didn’t and wouldn’t expect him to be able to fight. Of course, Medic knew that if Gray’s team had somehow gotten to view recorded footage of any of RED’s battles that his efforts were being wasted. Maybe Helen had erased everything off the tapes when she’d fled. Medic hoped so.

Medic peered down at the first pill bottle, read the prescription, and promptly began digging through his cabinet for what he needed.

[tfcheavy]

"Depends on what it is. I'm not letting you implant any more organs in my teammates, if that's what you're after." Discontent with just hanging back while Medic worked on filling up his bottles, Heavy soon stepped up behind him to watch as he worked on filling his prescriptions. As he waited impatiently, he craned his neck from side to side, popping his bones as he watched what Medic did.

"If it's not something that incredibly stupid, I might be able to help you."

Of course he tried to insert himself in everything Medic did. It wasn't because he particularly wanted to spend any time with the younger man, but because he didn't trust him as far as he could throw him with only his pinkie finger.

"It's a pretty long trip, after all."

[sousleocean-blog]

tfcheavy started following you

And I thought I was disgusting. Tch.

[tfcheavy]

Well, ain't that funny? I think you're disgusting, too. Why don't you just go chase yourself before I bump you off?

[crimsondemise-deactivated201508]

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[tfcheavy]

"Yeah?" The Heavy snorted, folding his arms over his chest. "Who rolled over and put your sorry ass in charge? This is my crew and my mission, not yours."

His gnarled hand curled tighter around the apple he’d more or less forgotten about. The Heavy didn’t like having this kid around, acting like he owned the place. “Go back to your play-pen and get out of my way, sport.”

[crimsondemise-deactivated201508]

"My father. I won’t step in your mission, but I’m making sure it gets done and you don’t leave any loose ends"

"Afraid I’ll kick your fossilized ass, nautilus?” He spat the words like daggers, grinning wide. 

[tfcheavy]

"Bullshit. He never said anything about sending no cake-eater to take over this operation. And don't give me no lip about that being 'top-secret' or 'it was a last minute thing'."

Reaching out, he grabbed a hold of JJ's shirt. "Go back to your cabin  before I have you shot out of one of the torpedo tubes with a lead weight chained to your throat."

[classicmedicine]

+tfcheavy started following you

((I’m sorry, but this one was just begging for some attention))

"Oh! I bet you just couldn’t WAIT to come CRAWLING back to ME, huh!?" Are words that he did not say. Instead, he stared up at the man, mouth clenched as he usually would in front of the man’s former oppressor and team leader. "Heavy." He nodded once, acknowledging his superior aura, and held his breath.

[tfcheavy]

"Medic." Likewise, Heavy wasn't about to go mention how much he really missed having a Medic that didn't put animal uteri in his men. Folding his thick arms stubbornly over his chest, he jerked his chin at the smaller man.

"How's retirement been treating you, old man?"

He didn't quite know why the Doctor hadn't come back to the team. They'd never discussed it, or if they had, he'd been too angry to process what they'd said, so he decided to try and hit him where it hurt; his pride.

[tfcheavy]

"YOU!!! You are the bastard who stole MY Doktor!!!"

"I didn’t steal anyone, you entitled brat! My boss hired that quack. If we didn’t need him, I’d have thrown him off the damn ship ages ago.”

[morerubblelesstrouble]

"Doktor has saved my life many times," Misha growled, staring the elder Heavy straight in the face. It was clear that he did not fear this man. "You are blind not to see it. Maybe when I get Doktor back, you will realize. You will miss him. And I will never let him go again."

[tfcheavy]

No matter how much Misha tried to convince him otherwise, Heavy wasn't about to budge an inch, not after the whole baboon uterus thing.

"You know what, tubby?" He growled low in his throat and once again roughly jabbed a finger into Misha's chest. "If I had my way, I'd send you your little lover-boy in a box! Just keep talking to me like the ungrateful, selfish little brat that you are and we'll see if I don't just up and do that anyways, regardless of what the boss thinks."

[tfcheavy]

The man that’s about to teach you how to speak to your elders with actual respect, that’s who.

[armedbrutal-blog-blog]

Ain’t no one Oi ever heard of. Sorry, mate.

[tfcheavy]

Oh, is that so? Well, allow me to clarify a few things for you;

My employer doesn't like you and your little friends. We're here to eliminate you little whipper snappers and get back what's rightfully his.

Is that simple enough for you to follow, sport?

[tfcheavy]

You need to stop talking down to the young people. >:C M!A: You are now a young man for a week.

"Eh, you're all still a bunch of punks." He guessed there were worse things to be than his younger self. Setting down the glass of prune juice he'd been about to drink for personal reasons, he got up and rolled out his thick, muscular arms.

Heck, there was nothing keeping him from still being that one-man wrecking machine he usually was, considering his arms were as thick as most men's hips were wide.

[tfcheavy]

"YOU!!! You are the bastard who stole MY Doktor!!!"

"I didn’t steal anyone, you entitled brat! My boss hired that quack. If we didn’t need him, I’d have thrown him off the damn ship ages ago.”

[morerubblelesstrouble]

"Then why do you need to have my Medic?!" Misha snapped, anger blazing in his eyes. "If you want mediocre, old Medic, then go find him!! But give me my Doktor back!"

"He does what he does for science! I do not care if I have mostly organs of baboons inside of me!! I care about Doktor and I am proud of how smart he is! If your Medic did not try to make science, he was no Medic at all!"

[tfcheavy]

Was he honestly having this discussion with the enemy? He knew he shouldn't, but damnit if this blind kid wasn't just rubbing him the wrong way. "Hey! If it wasn't for us, you all wouldn't even be around at all! Show some damn respect. Unlike you kids, we actually died for real out there just so you could live on your fat behinds and stick whole damn animals inside of you. Back in our day, a Doctor was only as good as the amount of lives he saved!"

Without hesitation, he stepped forward, invading the younger Heavy's space with a scowl on his face and a finger extended to jab him in the chest. "Would you even listen to yourself?! You're probably more man than animal, kid! That should worry you!"

[zhat-medic]

+tfcheavy

[zhat-medic]

Medic kept his expression blank as he peered up at the other man but internally, he was uneasy. The man standing before him was the team’s leader, and a real hard-ass to boot. He said only what was necessary and gave orders in a way that suggested if you screwed up, you were a very dead man. The doctor looked down at the various pill bottles the heavy had set down.

Vhat if I told you I had none of zhese? he wondered. Vould you break my legs anyvay?

"I sink I can fill most if not all of zhese," Medic answered. He offered a feeble smile. He hoped it looked honest enough.

[tfcheavy]

"Good." Rather than letting that be that and wandering off somewhere else to wait for his prescriptions to be filled, the old Heavy decided to stick around.

With a sneer plastered across his face, he set a heavy hand down on the Medic's shoulder. In a mixture of false camaraderie and an open threat, he roughly thumped the smaller man on his shoulder. "You know what? I don't got anything else that needs doing for once. Why don't you be a darb and fill these up for me, and I'll just stick around until you're done."