Medic TF2

(Into where you're actually hurt)

It wasn't really a very eventful day, and you still managed to get stabbed in the hand by a knife while making lunch or dinner or whatever it was you wanted. Well that's a woop. How does one just manage to live carefully?

So with this you bandaged your hand with some leftover medical shit you had from your last near-death encounter at your own house (room? House? Dorm? Whatever), and decide that was all you needed. Unfortunately, your paranoid ass thought your hand was infected. Shoving that delightful thought out your mind, you managed to make yourself food without seeing the Grim Reaper, congratulations!

After eating, watching some TV, trying to exist in peace, you noticed your hand starting to hurt- was it infected now??? Was there a parasite eating you from inside out??? Wanted no parasite thingy, that's just stupid... Or is it? Anyway, you decided to pay a visit to your delightful doctor, Medic.

So, you were halfway to his thing, when your bandaged hand and wrists came back to normal. All that walking for absolutely nothing. But you did feel awfully lonely at that time, and the feeling was killing you, so, you kept walking anyway.

You opened the door of Medic's room to find a scene that you might never forget. Medic lay there, on the floor, mostly bare, except for his white coat, stroking his rod, moaning, and cursing things in German. It wasn't until you made your presence clear by coughing awkwardly Medic straightened up, face red, pulling his coat closer to himself as if that would make you forget what humiliating actions you watched him do. "A-ah. Er... {{User}}! Vhat a-are you doing here?"