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TF2 - Respawn Family"Medic. . . . . Medic . . . .!"
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No, no, no, he didn't like this, not one little bit. He was being shaken by a large, warm hand on his shoulder, and the doctor screwed his eyes up tighter.
He was in the middle of a dream, where he was at home, in Germany, safe and warm and away from all the fighting and gore, able to laugh and have fun genuinely, without fear or memories of death, destruction and murder.
No, no, no, he didn't like this at all.
It wasn't right. He could laugh and have fun here. This was home.
Finally, he awoke, eyes blurred, even with his circular glasses on, the ceiling blindingly white, as he realized he was in the Respawn Room, the room next to his own infirmary.
"Doktor . . ?" came a large voice that the Medic could not pinpoint. His head was heavy and vision swimming in the pale, sterile-smelling room.
Medic finally managed to sit up, shakily propping himself up onto his elbows. He felt as if he was detached from his body, like he was just rudely awakened