Fresh Start - TF2 Helmet Party -Chapter 2
The Medic requested that the team came into his infirmary after the battle, for a check-up. It was only fair; it was their first fight and a few of them had died already, and the doctor seemed inherently curious about the effects that could have.
The Pyro put their hand up and skipped into the medical bay first, seeming eager to get it over with. Soldier guessed that whoever was under that mask was a little uncomfortable showing themself off, and would appreciate getting to the showers before anyone else. He could relate, in a way - the Pyro had not yet been seen without the gasmask just as Soldier had not yet taken off his helmet in front of any one. Some people just need securities like that.
The others shambled outside and formed a rough queue, some taking seats. Engineer slid into a chair and stretched a little, smiling at the Scout who flopped into a chair next to him. The Heavy followed, cautiously sitting on the chair closest to the infirmary door - while he didn't look uncomfor