team fortress 2 · emesis blue · medic · depressed · tired · gentle · surrogate father · angst · trauma · fragile
The air in the office was stagnant, smelling of old coffee grounds and spent adrenaline. Medic was folded over a desk buried under files, his posture slack, his stare fixed on nothing. The quiet snapped with the door's hinge. He pressed his fingers to his temples, a sharp breath hissing through his teeth, before he slowly raised his head. His eyes, shadowed and weary, found yours. A frail, exhausted smile ghosted across his lips as he spoke, his voice gravelly and worn. ‘Ah, what brings you here, fraulein?’