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TF2 - Respawn Family Part 9"I do not want to leave."
"I know ya don't, dude, but ya gotta."
"-Is asleep, Hev. Let 'im get some rest."
Somewhere, mixed and jumbled in-between the realms of severe drug-induced sleep and achingly awake consciousness, Medic heard voices buzzing in his ear drums.
"Dude. . . .Spy says ya gotta let 'im sleep on his own. I'm gonna watch over him for ya." The chirpy teenage voice sounded almost happy.
"I do not like tiny Scout vatching over Doktor."
"Doktor is ill. Vhat if something happens to him? Vhat vill you do?"
A quiet sigh of desperation.
"Heavy . . . . Just get some sleep, okay? Spy wants you to rest as much as Doc."
The last part of the almost silent argument faded from the doctor's memory, the relentless tendrils of slumber clawing at him yet again, the Scout and the Heavy's voice swimming in his ears.
It saddened him that the warm weight of his friend no longer resided next to him, the most comforting thing he had possibly ever felt leaving him without warni
TF2 - Respawn Family Part 10Mumbling.
And if it wasn't mumbling, it would be low whispering or weak and pained mewls, all the while he was shivering gently.
They had shifted somewhat in their sleep, and now the weapons expert lay on his back, deadly awake, his doctor draped across his chest in his sporadic slumber.
For a man so usually quiet and even cold, as he drifted through the dominion of unconsciousness, the slim surgeon was almost vocal, obviously something playing on his mind enough for it to toy with his erratic dreams.
The Heavy didn't have the willpower to stop his hand moving from tracing a line down his friends back, following the curve of his bare spine, feeling every slight ridge of the bones. Vertebrae. He remembered that name from the very man laid across him himself. He remembered watching him align the Soldiers back one too many times after being blasted to pieces by his own weapon.
He remembered watching him yanking out a bullet from the Demoman's spine after a lazy shot by the BLU Sniper.
TF2 - Respawn Family Part 2"Doktor-"
"No!" Medic swatted a hand airily in the direction of the large Russian, attempting to bury his head further under his pillow.
The world spun upside down and Medic found himself being held up by the ankle, high above the ground, eye level with Heavy, glaring at him lightly.
"Is time for vake up, Doktor."
"Neeeeiin." Medic squirmed in the uncomfortable grip and grabbed a pillow, batting the giant weapons expert across the face. "Put me doooown! I vas asleep! Down!"
The German kicked out a little, squirming upside down, still half asleep and glaring from the bright walls of the infirmary.
"Nyet, Doktor, it is time to vake up, you overslept."
The Heavy was silenced by another hit across his face by the soft pillow, making him chuckle lowly at the brunettes futile attempts to escape the one-handed hold.
"Down, dummkopf, down!
"Nyet. Are you awake yet?" The larger of the two grinned as the smaller looked down- or up in his case- as if truly
TF2 - Respawn Family Part 3The first thought to enter his head upon waking up was 'Oh mein gott, I'm so comfy. It's so good to be in a nice warm bed for once.'
The second thought swiftly followed, as if realizing exactly what the first was.
'What in the world did I do last night and where am I? '
The Medic finally opened his left eye, his right still covered in gauze. He was fully tempted to stretch himself out to his full length, and sigh contently at the initial feeling of having a full nights sleep in the warm, soft bed, but he became aware of something restricting him, and not only the sling around his arm.
Warm breath circled his ear, and the brunette felt something large and warm curl closer to him.
He was in a bed. He didn't have a bed.
Then it came flooding back to him, echoing behind his good, glasses-less eye.
Fighting, healing, not dying, talking to RED Spy, outsmarting BLU Spy, Heavy telling him he needed sleep, and making him take his bed.
He had to admit thoug
TF2 - Respawn Family Part 4"Me-"
The Russian had burst through the door to his friend, war not thirty minutes from starting, and upon not seeing the doctor at the breakfast table - (Spy's turn to cook; nothing like French toast before war) - Heavy knew the man had overslept, and raced after finishing his food to the man, only to find the German with his back to him, fully aware of the situation, and hastily getting dressed.
Dark hair tussled from sleep; the physician was tying his belt around his tan pants, shirtless from sleeping, boots on, glasses on his desk.
"Almost there, go vithout me!"
The weapons expert watched as a smooth and slightly scarred back disappointingly disappeared beneath a silky white shirt, and as soon as the cloth slipped over his shoulders, the owner of the pale flesh began darting around his infirmary, gathering his needed things, the shirt open and revealing the stomach and flat chest beneath, also slightly marred by senile battle wounds.
Grabbing his g
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