“Your wisdom teeth are just overgrowing their stay! Worry not, I can remove them-” “I would have cured it with my medigun if it were an infection like that,” Medic continued. “Phew.” Scout relaxed in euphoric relief. “Even just from this quick examination, I can tell that your teeth are pristine. And you’re wrong! Sorry, doc, but I don’t have any cavities or nothin’. Also, Spy has been complaining about your mouth sounds.” That ought to have cured any remaining wounds, bruises, or strains you had from ze fight, so it must be a recurring issue that started again afterward. I healed everyone with my medigun before we left. Medic placed a hand on his chin, looking pensively upwards. “I mean: no! Why-haha-what makes you even think that?” “Uoah!” Scout shoved himself away, getting the gloves out of his mouth. “You have been expiring pain in your mouth for a while now, ja?” He pressed Scout’s mouth open and peered inside at his teeth. Medic’s hand shot out and grabbed Scout by the jaw. “Oh, apologies! I am here to take care of that ache you were complaining about yesterday.” “So, what’s up, exactly? Why are you here?” “Uh, fine.” Scout turned alongside the circling doctor, trying to keep eye contact as Medic observed every angle of him. “Hello, kleiner Freund,” he said in his usual chipper tone, circling Scout. Medic’s imposing figure peered down at him, grinning. Energized and assured the pain in his mouth would subside, he shuffled toward the door and creaked it open. He popped open the lid and downed four with a half-empty can of bonk he’d left out. He pulled himself to his feet and blindly smacked his nightstand until he felt his bottle of Ibuprofen. The polite knocking continued at the same pace. He groaned, falling out of bed face first. Scout was awoken by a quick rapping at his door. Scout awkwardly turned back around and kept his tongue between his teeth the rest of the ride. His freaky beady eyes glinted behind his glasses, but he didn’t do anything else. “Hmm.” Medic leaned over to stare at Scout. “Yeah, I just got uh… bit of a bruise,” Scout shrugged casually, failing to hide his nervous shame. “What in the great flag’s name what that?” Soldier demanded at the same time. The mercenaries probably wouldn’t have survived if either of them panic-pressed any buttons. At least, everyone but Demo and Pyro, both of whom were thankfully still passed out in the corner. “Why don’t you shut the hell- AHHH! ” He screamed as a bump caused his teeth to bash together, sending a horrific jolt of pain through his jaw.Įveryone in the van shot up, weapons drawn. The constant smacking and gashing and groaning was driving him insane. More importantly, however, his pain was also affecting Spy’s ability to concentrate. He just couldn’t concentrate with this freakin’ pain! He’d screwed up way more than usual on this contract and everyone knew it. He’d been feeling an ache in his mouth for weeks but it was growing sharp. Scout tentatively checked his teeth with his tongue, brow pressed in worry. Sniper drove with Engie in Shotgun and the rest of the crew resting in the back. The mercs were driving back to base after another (relatively) successful mission.
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