justeuntireur:

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justeuntireur:

:It took him a while to accept that he needed help. The pain wasn’t the problem, he could deal with it, but the weird angle of his arm and the bit of bone poking out of the now bloody skin of his right arm was something else. He rubs his cheek, trying to wipe off the blood on his…

He’s glad he didn’t had to wait long before the door open; if the medic hadn’t be here, he probably would have wait for him like a lost pup. “Hope it’s not too late to come and say hello.” It probably wasn’t the best moment to try to joke, but he seems to him like the Medic was overreacting; it was just a broken arm, some cuts and bruises. Okay and maybe a broken rib too. “‘T’s okay Doc, ‘t’s not as bad as it look, and some of the blood ain’t even mine.” He tries to chuckles, hoping it would make the situation seem less dramatic, but he cringes and puts his hand over his side as he felt a twinge of pain. “Or maybe it is.” He sighs again and reluctantly places his left arm over the smaller man shoulder and let him guide them to the medic bay. “Well, long story short- Hn-, was on Pipeline tonight, we won but ah kinda had some trouble with a BLU heavy. And of course we didn’t had a medic; ‘got lucky he was out of ammo.” He leans a little more against the Doctor, he felt like he fought for hours and was exhausted. And embarrassed. He claimed to be a professional, but here he was, covered in blood and depending on a teammate. They finally reach the door after some long minutes and enter the room after the Medic opened it. This room always gave him the shills, he tried to avoid it as much as he could, but it wasn’t the moment to be childish. He slowly sits down on the medical table with a low grunts and thanks him with a nod.  

The doctor wasn’t surprised. (Trying to cover up is he? How reckless.) He heard his joke sparingly as he saw him flinch in pain as he spoke, “Dun’t push yourself and be careless,” he held him gingerly, “you are still hurt you knoh. We’ve got toh gwet dis cleaned up.”

Doctor listened to his story as they walked along. He raised an eyebrow, “Vhat a teem going toh battle without a medic? Zhat’s like suicide,” he gasped, “yu should have called mi to help yu.” Doc tried not to answer seriously but his worries goes to show you how much he cares. Suddenly Sniper leaned more weight on him. He knew he was enervated, so the doctor moved quickly.

As they entered the room, the doves fluttered around with excitement, especially when it came to Archimedes. He carefully put Sniper down on the patients chair and hurried to set up the stage. It was disorganized as usual but the doctor is the only one who remembers where he places his equipments. The sound of clattering echoed around the room as the doctor started mumbling and searching, “Ohkay….zhere…noohh……..—Aha!~” He placed the medigun above them and laid the tools on the tray. Doctor was ready, of course if the patient was too, “Are you ready Snipah?~” The doctor started to get excited when it came to medical procedures.

(Source: zhatdoktah, via professional-and-efficient)