Literature
You're It- TF2
Gunfire rang out, muffled by the concrete around the two doctors. An explosion in the distance still shook the building, scattering dust from the creaking roof. Medic could hear the enemy approaching; the beat of footsteps and the shouts of the men grew ever closer as his assistant helped patch up the large gash across his midsection. The Medigun dulled the pain as Klein bandaged the wound. “We need to get out of here and regroup with everyone else, or the next place we end up will be Respawn. And if that happens, this match is as good as over.” Medic’s mouth twitched into a half smile; it still amused him that his assistant had such fire, even in the worst circumstances. The older doctor dragged himself off the ground, brushing the blonde’s hands away when help was offered. “I’m fine. Let’s get moving then,” Medic growled. He reached for his weapon, but hesitated as a thought occurred to him. He glanced at the charge gauge on his Medigun then back at his assistant. “Actually, I have