![]() ![]() "Of course not, dorogoy.Your IP address has been temporarily blocked due to a large number of HTTP requests. He felt Heavy's chest rise and fall as a sigh softly blew across the top of his head. "I am still not sick," he muttered, his voice muffled against Heavy's shirt. Despite his sleep, he was still weary, and his body ached. Medic squirmed a bit as Heavy's arms wrapped around him, and leaned his head against Heavy's shoulder. ![]() Heavy chuckled as he made a face, but only shook his head as he set the mug aside. The taste was just as foul as the smell, but it at least warmed him as it ran down his throat. It was dark and warm, and he wrinkled his nose as Heavy brought it to his lips, but humored the man. No doubt some quaint Russian folk remedy. #TEAM FORTRESS 2 MEDIC FACE FULL#The mug was full of some sort of tea with an odd herbal aroma that Medic had never smelled before. Is night time now." Heavy sat down on the bed as he took a mug from the bedside table. A large hand slipped beneath his shoulders and gently pushed him up, and a wall of warmth slid behind him as Heavy settled onto the bed. He rubbed his eyes, wondering exactly where his glasses had gone. Medic felt the word more than he heard it, and as he opened his eyes, the blurry face of Heavy came into view above him. Just to take the edge off of his tiredness. As soon as he could figure out a way to elude Heavy, he'd have to have words with the Texan.īut first, a catnap. Of course, that shouldn't have been necessary in the middle of a desert, so this obviously was a malfunction of Engineer's central air system. ![]() Curling up, he wished that he'd thought to put socks on when he'd initially snuck out of the room, and perhaps those flannel pajamas would have been a better choice than the light cotton ones. He slumped back against the pillows and pulled his blankets up to his chin, but that didn't seem to dampen the chill at all. Or was it suddenly cooler in the bedroom? He shivered at the thought of all that work just piling up while he was here, wasting time that could be spent far more productively in his lab. After all, it had been a long few days at 2Fort, and he had been working late into the night to complete the seemingly endless stacks of forms and reports that seemed to multiply across his desk like so many paper rabbits. But that felt like a lot of effort into simply proving a point, and he'd be lying if he didn't agree that he felt a little fatigued. He was of half a mind to get up there and then, just on principle. Medic glared at the door as it closed behind Heavy. He paused for a second longer and turned back. I will be back," Heavy instructed as he turned back towards the door. With the ruthless efficiency of an eldest sibling used to wrangling ornery little sisters, he pulled the covers up and tucked them tightly under the mattress. He walked into the room and deposited his doktor onto the bed, still unmade from when he'd heard the not so steady footsteps of his unwilling patient just a few minutes earlier. He had the key for this one, and since the doctor had already slipped out of his own room to attend to his experiments while looking like death warmed over, Heavy fully intended to use it. "Doktor needs rest." Heavy finally came to a stop in front of a bedroom door. Medic's face was red, partially from the embarrassment of being caught in his lab in just his nightshirt, but also from the fever that he'd been in a constant state of denial about for the past day. Heavy looked over his shoulder with an irritated look, but didn't reply. Medic squirmed in Heavy's grip, but the giant didn't seemed to be phased in the least, and his arm was like a vise around Medic's waist as he strode down the hall with the doctor over his shoulder. ![]()
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