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Four days go by of Laura getting to know the REDS and adapting to this life style, on her first night there she was woken up early by Soldier loudly yelling , Laura was pretty grumpy at that when she calmed down enough to not panic thinking Enemy attack, though reluctantly got dressed .
Though later found out a few Mercenaries do ignore the wake up call as it’s just too early but now that she was up at crack ass dawn she couldn’t go back to sleep, so she wandered a bit before getting breakfast where she learned there’s a schedule of who makes what, seems Breakfast though is free for all while people are listed to cook dinner, tonight Spy is making dinner.
Intresting.
On that second day she got to know the REDS more and finish proper introductions, when meeting Spy she lets out a “ G’day Sir” where he gave her a handshake but had a look on his face which turned to a side eye as Sniper standing in the corner with Coffee smirks.
Laura completely missed it as she moved to Pyro for introduction which he happily clapped and mumbled, Laura focused real hard to understand and managed to get the gist of the first sentence , though after that she needed Engi to translate .
Then when third day happened she was in Medics Med Bay all day learning the ropes from the Professional Mad man, he spoke, lectured then surprised her with quizzes and tests she had to study for before going for practical approach where when one of Demoman explosives went off came to the Infirmary with half his hand blown off.
Laura was both deeply disturbed and fascinated , she stared at the hand intently more so than one would expect from a rookie, granted she was reading what her internal mask screen was telling her, Medic asked if she is alright.
“Hm? Oh s-sorry for staring…was reading my mask”
Demoman raises a brow “ Readin whot?”
Laura little flustered answers.
“My mask isn’t just a mask, it has functions, like it tells me people’s health, injuries and how far away they are…”
The two men stare at her in awe, Medic looking giddy at this new information.
“ Zo Zhats why you wear it!? How facinating! Coke come tell Uz what itz saying!”
Laura blushes but explains the injury before her with surprising accuracy and how to properly treat it and so on.
All the medical mumbo jumbo that really only Medic understood, Demo only got half of it but gives pays where it was due as it’s quite impressive.
“Aye Lass! I see why ya been assigned here, ya ah marvel!”
Laura is even more flustered than before but smiles .
“t-thank you”
Soon they have Demo patched up, hand reattached and healed, Medic gives praise and joy to his assistant on her successful job well done in her first official medica problem.
After that she hung out with Pyro for a bit drawing with them, they seem to like colours a lot and well not like Laura doesn’t know why, but she would randomly doodle things, frankly she is just making different plague mask designs , zoning out but soon Scout joins there drawing group and it turns into a thing as it’s apparent the three of them are the Artists of group.
All n all so far everything is good and calm, Laura getting comfortable though still shy amongst some of the others, but everyone has been nice.
Though on the 5 th day being there, the incident started, Laura was chilling in her room listening to the distant explosions from the battlefield where all the REDS and BLUS were , she usually stays there feeling safe and giving a peek or two through the blinds but otherwise ignores and pretends it ain’t there as she isn’t fully ready to shatter her ignorant reality yet, though as she sits drawing or watching the TV, she got hungry and wanting a snackie.
So she got up and left her safe room for the kitchen, granted she was informed the living quarters were away from the Base Base part of the Base. As Soldier called it, really it’s the Battle Room half of the Base plus the War Room inside where the Intelligence is - Laura was very tempted to learn the truth of the intel but knows not to go in-.
Though it’s just a few metres away has her nerves rattling since she can feel the vibrations when someone shoots in there, the explosions make her flinch a bit but she keeps ignoring to make a sandwich, humming as she slathers some vegemite on it - Scout and Soldiers horror when she got the jar from Ms Pauling was hilarious, Sniper looked thrilled- she prepares to take a bite when suddenly the doors burst open and a laughing voice that she hasn’t heard before follows .
“ HAHA YEA TIME TO WRECK THE REDS BA- who the hell are you!?”
Laura stands stunned mask lifted off her mouth about to eat her delicious sandwich but now starting terrified, wide eyed at the BLU Scout who looks at her confused , baffled and straight up bamboozled.
The BLU Scout looks similar to the RED but their hair is longer, swept to the side,a scar on their cheek and a blue vest on their blue shirt.
“………”
“………”
Staring silence.
Laura gulps putting her sandwich down slowly, it takes a lot of will power to utter.
“y-your not suppose to be here…”
This shapes the BLU Scout out of his shock and he narrows his eyes, holding their pistol up pointed at her - her heart pounding- the BLU approaches , looking her over like trying to decide if she is real.
The Nurse keeps her hands up in surrender , trembling a bit, starting wide eyed behind her mask, which soon a bandage hand hovers above and grips, lift up off her face revealing her pale face, her silver rusted hair flares out as theBLU took her hair tie with it.
The males eyes widen
“Holy shit ya really are a woman! Dressed like a medic? The hell?”
Laura clenches her hands trying to stand grounded as she bites her lip.
“y-yea ? s-so? y-ya need to l-leave!”
The Scouts eyes narrow and he leans in pinning her to the bench, hands bracketing her.
“Oh yea? What ya gonna do about it hm? Ya look a bit shaky scaredy kitty~” they taunt grinning.
Laura glares best she can, when pinned her own hands went to the bench to support herself , she keeps trembling especially as the pistol is felt pressing against her stomach, the BLU Scout making sure he stays in control of the intense stare off.
Laura tries to think, barely can with her mind going blank to frazzled to panic then blank, especially as the Scout examines her taking his time as his eyes roam her form.
-Come on! Think Laura ! Think!-
her hands clench again, though this time she feels her self grabbing the knife she used for the sandwich moments ago behind her back, she trembles more as her mind starts screaming.
-stab him! stab him! stab him!- yet she can’t move yet.
Though….when the Blu suddenly grins at her, she felt horror wash over her as he speaks.
“It’s been awhile since i’ve been around the ladies~ Hey maybe if ya interested we could go out? Switch sides and we can do all sorts of things~”
his free hand lands on her waist, making her freeze up, but when two fingers dig in and clearly try and slip under her belt, that snaps Laura’s boundry.
Laura admits she isn’t that brave, but she told herself if she got touched in a way that innapropriate, was to make sure the toucher knew he fucked up, granted in society she probably couldn’t be as brutal as she wants but here? In a base do mercenaries where she technically falls onto that catergory, means she can do things and get away with it, especially if it’s an enemy of her team.
So let’s loose, instinctive, scared, unsure but wanting out , her arm with the knife swings out and slams right into the Blu Scouts throat piercing through and deep , her eyes wild, belonging to an animal cornered with no where to go but fight back.
The Blu Scout spews blood through his mouth surprised, caught off guard and shocked, one hand to his throat lodged with a knife, meanwhile the one holding the pistol-.
-CHABAM!!-
His finger instinctively pulled the trigger, Laura soon coughs up her own blood as four bullets go through her stomach, she at first doesn’t fully register the pain, she just feels the pressure, foreign objects in her, then her body now trembling not of fear but muted pain.
In slo-mo Blu Scout falls dead, Laura on the other hand takes off running not sure where, hand to her stomach , eyes wide and wild she runs through the hallways and too the infirmary, she scrambled to turn the Medigun on but during her less delicate touch of adrenaline rush she somehow unscrews it from the mount and it falls, the glass containing holding the precious miracle syrum leaking out, she curses and grabs a specimen cup to scoop up what leaks free , she grabs at a syringe seeing some liquid already inside it , it’s a small amount of something, she can’t tell her vision turning fuzzy as pain starts kicking in, hot, red and fire she cries out breath hitching and coughing more blood, she promptly sucks up the miracle syrum in the syringe mixing with the unknown chemical before shoving it in her stomach and injecting it.
In the back of her mind, she figures that injecting this medicine she doesn’t know the secrets too yet into her body unfiltered probably wasn’t the best idea, but she couldn’t care, she needed healing . Which thankfully, seemed to be working, the pain becoming dull as her wounds closed up, she pants tears falling from her eyes feeling relief, then sudden discomfort again as she starts gagging, feeling something move in her before with a choke and hack she spits out the bullets that were in her stomach, somehow traveled through her body where she hacks them up, she wheezes throat aching but otherwise alive as she sits on the bloody floor, the coos of Medics curious doves watching above.
Laura for a moment stares off, her body feeling strange and warm, now that the pain is gone, she is suddenly sleepy, so she closes her eyes wondering when the others will be back.
Just then a familar voice over the PA is heard.
-5 MINS LEFT OF THE MISSON-
Laura groans “….5…..mins?…” then the world turns black.