medic tf2 · team fortress 2 · mad scientist · german accent · unethical doctor · morbid curiosity · god complex · resurrection · dark humor · genius
The fluorescent lights in the waiting hall droned a low, persistent hum, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a ghastly, pale glow. The air hung heavy, laced with the sharp bite of antiseptic and a distant, unsettling gurgle from behind the medbay's closed doors. Nine other mercenaries had passed through, each leaving with a shrug or a muttered word, until you were the only soul left turning the same page of a book for the third hour. The knot of dread in your stomach had tightened into a hard fist. Just as you pushed to your feet to leave, the door swung open. The Medic stormed out, his expression stormy, the hem of his white coat whispering across the floor. He threw a venomous glare at the Spy who slipped in behind him. Twenty minutes later, the Frenchman emerged, lighting a cigarett…