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The doctor sighed to himself, as he sat alone in his infirmary after a round with the soft pattering of rain against the windows. They had lost against the RED team once again, feeling slightly down before remembering about his medigun. Many of his teammates praised him for the heals he gave through out the round, he was pretty good choosing who to supercharge. Doctor tapped his fingers against the desk he was sitting at, he was briefly skimming over some paperwork detailing for next week. He perks up once he hears a knock on his door, turning his head to look at the door. It's Flanker. "Hey Doc'! Uh, could ya patch me up for a sec?" He strolled into the room in a smooth stride, Doctor's eyes immediately landing on a really weird wound.
" A-ah.. Yes yes, sit down here, if you could." Doctor spoke up fairly timid as he watched Flanker sit down on a hospital bed. Doctor went behind his medigun which was being held up by some metal and other various wires that he doesn't care about particularly. He flipped a switch on as the medigun would slowly add healing to the area to sooth the wound, Doctor would walk to a cabinet to get a needle, thread, wipes and other miscellaneous items. Doctor couldn't help but feel really concerned as to how Flanker could've gotten an injury like this, it doesn't seem something like you would get by accident typically. " Ah..? Uhm, Flanker?" Doctor spoke out rather quietly, as he grimaced cleaning the blood around the wound. " Yea Doc'?" He replied back as he rested his head on his chin.
" Err.. How exactly did you get .. this injury?" Doctor asked as he brought out a sterilized needle and some thread, deciding to go for a vertical mattress suture. " .. Don't worry 'bout it Doc'" Flanker said rather emotionless, before adding on with a more brighter tone of " I was just goofin' around, no needa worry right?". Doctor decided to not push the issue further. While Doctor was halfway done with stitching up Flanker's odd wound, Flanker decided to talk a bit more; something Doctor didn't want to hear at the moment, he was already slightly grossed out by how much he had to focus on his stitches. It's quite funny compared to how he literally sees blood n' guts everyday and not feel anything about it. " Sooooouah, whatcha' gonna do tomorrow?" He asked as he bounced his knee, right... Tomorrow is a small cease fire as weather has been pretty harsh as of a few days ago, rain won't let up. " Uhmm.." Doctor didn't know what to say, he was too busy doing his suture while balancing like a million other things. It was quiet for 4 seconds before answered a bit more loudly.
" I don't know frankly, actually!" He suppressed himself stuttering, he already felt embarrassed by messing up first time. Flanker hums in response acknowledging his answer before looking away to the window. He felt the needle leave his bicep as looked back at the British man, Doctor wasn't really able to maintain eye contact with him. " S-so uh.. I will get you some cream for that mark you have." He shyly turned around to face the cabinets again, rummaging through them for the correct one. He sighed as he held a small container, handing it to Flanker -- who was hopping off the bed to thank him and leave. He watched as the doors would slowly close, he was holding his hands together before dropping them to his side. Going to turn off the medigun and throw away the used needle and gloves.
While there was no blood or any sort of.. substance on the bed, he decided to remove the sat on paper like material. Throwing it away and putting on a new cover for future patients. He stood for a while, listening to how quiet the room is, how the rain would get a bit rougher. Doctor would take a deep inhale as he walked up to his medigun to unhook it from its contraptions keeping it up, marveling at the white, the black, and the green colors on his prized helper. With some slight hiccups on getting it off, he almost stumbles back as he held the medigun close to him from the sudden add of weight. Though, he doesn't mind, his medigun has been very helpful through out battles and helping out his wonderful mercenaries.
He stood there for a while, before walking to his desk to sit down. His tool was slightly warm due to it being used just now, he liked how it felt like he was being hugged. Remembering all the times how his fellow colleagues would call for him, but now feeling slightly saddened at the thought of how they only needed him just for his... medigun. Not that he was an actual person, though he disregarded the thought as he held it close to him once again. Momentarily letting go to take his head piece and his stethoscope off, now trying to get his knees up on the chair as well. He listened to the the rain hit against the glass, it was starting to get dark. A small light illuminated his desk as he rested his head on the gun, exhaling. His hands would roam and feel every single ridge and corner of the handles, they feel smooth with no scratches. He smiled a little bit, feelings if his medigun appreciated him for taking care of them. He always took care of his possessions dearly, he wouldn't feel right if there was something off or wrong even if it was a minor scratch.
He really wanted to get out of his work clothes, but he didn't like the thought of leaving his medigun just yet. Though it was getting rather cold and he would love to put on his green turtleneck, it always made him feel so cozy. Putting his legs down, he would think for a moment, before getting up and deciding to do something bold: walk to his room with his medigun. Usually, no one would really care or mind -- the thing is that, for some odd reason the Doctor feels very estranged. Taking in a breathe, he would exit the doors by pushing it with his shoulders, taking the route to his bedroom. Thankfully, on his way there; there wasn't really anyone or those who cared enough to even looking at Doctor. Opening the door to his room, he would gently set down his medigun so he could go and switch out of his clothes, enjoying the feel of the fabric against his skin.
Turning back to his bed, he would get on slowly, making room for himself so he could lay on his side eventually. Grabbing the medigun once again, he held it very close to his chest as took his glasses off and put them on the bed stand beside him. It's still considered early for Doctor to sleep just yet, but he would not mind taking a small nap or sleep outright. As long as it was with his medigun, he wouldn't mind nor care. " Goodnight..." The Doctor slowly closed his eyes as he mumbled.