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There was an emptiness in the infirmary. It wasn’t the normal kind, it was the lonely kind. Medic had not felt quite so lonely in such a long time, and yet at this moment, he did. There was a dark feeling churning in his gut, and yet deep down he understood where Heavy was coming from, even if it hurt.
Medic turned to his glass that sat on his desk. It was filled with a deep amber liquid. It was his least favorite in stock, but he figured he deserved no better than what he had at hand.
His grimace won out, and he scowled down at the glass. How cowardly was he, to hide in her when he should truly be apologizing? How cowardly a man he was.
It was truly his pride that had gotten too him. Far too prideful for a man who could not form an apology with words. Far too prideful for a man who was disgusted with himself.
During that fight, something had wound itself in his gut, and part of him had wished she would just kill him there. He was not ready for these feelings churning in his gut, nor the hot fire that bound itself to his thighs. His chest ached at the thoughts once more burning through him, and he sighed heavily.
He could not really understand what had started all of this, but he knew deep down that it was her spirit, and her glorious body when in battle. She was a force unlike all others, and he loved it. Watching her mow down men like it was nothing, and her insatiable need to stab someone with her knife, it was a beautiful piece of work truly, was truly something else. Perhaps that was all it was, a need for her beautiful hands wrapped around his throat, or for her to be coated in the blood of their enemies.
No, he thought so himself quite seriously, it is not quite just that.
Medic sighed again. Perhaps he would never understand this need, but he could understand her need for him to apologize.
He shook his head. No, it would be different soon. Perhaps she would learn to trust him again on the battlefield. There he could prove to her that her safety was indeed a foremost thought upon his mind, and her need for battle a close second. There he could prove that he knew what he was doing.
He frowned. That might not be the best way. She is not quite like his other comrades. She is something different, and with Heavy at her side, it would be difficult to just slide back into her life as it is.
A growl tore itself from his throat before he downed the rest of his drink.
He really should stop being so prideful.