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Who Suffers More?

Hallo, ich heiße Doktor Michael Habicht. I am a Medic for zhe RED team and currently stationed at Viaduct.
I am not a psychologist, however, so do not come to me vith your personal problems.

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The messiness hadn’t phase Gavyn at all, it was simply what he assumed to be a quirk, easily ignored like the rest of the quirks the base had. It was a lot easier to keep a positive outlook when he looked the other way of the possibly-life-threatening little things his teammates did, even if it made his chances of survival plummet. What else was he supposed to do in this icy grave? Accepting the situation had been the easiest, if he was meant to die here there was nothing he could do about it. It was a grim belief.

The desk seemed to grow in weight with every little swipe of the white felines body against his leg. Even though his grip was stronger than needed, he couldn’t help imagining the desk slipping and crushing the poor kitty to a dripping red pulp. Relief was an understatement for what ran through the Russian when he was finally able to exhale, seeing Lilo safe in the Medic arms. “Is fine,” He was a little flustered himself, colour returning to his face. The feet of the desk clunked against the hard floor, “Here?” He looked to his teammate for confirmation.

Even though the office might be a mess, the rest of the infirmary was kept clean and sterile, making the Medic’s ‘quirk’ not very life threatening. While he had know other men in his line a field that did not care much for the health and safety of their teammates, for him it was more of a personal code of conduct. Treating infection only gave him more work to do, after all.

"Zhere is fine, danke." The German nodded once the desk had been set into place, stroking a hand over the head of the feline in his arms in order to distract himself from his own embarrassment. Now that the task had been complete, the air in the room quickly grew awkward, no longer having any use for the large man but not wanting to seem rude by simply kicking him out. There was not much he could do to thank him, after all, Gavyn’s paycheck was probably just about as large as his own and he doubt he owned anything the Russian may have any interest in.

"Vould you like a mug of coffee before you go?"

(Source: blutrunstigdoktor)

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Gavyn passed through to the office, carrying the desk easily. He held it effortlessly and high enough his knees didn’t bump the wood while walking. His muscles were used to this, at home he had to move bags of feed and hay, at times even a full grown pig. Being such a large source of strength meant the Heavy rarely saw anyone else as weak, because everyone else was just weaker than him. It was hard to think less of someone for not be able hold up against you when no one can.

“Is ok, no rush,” The Russian watched his teammate shuffle about with the papers, nearly not noticing the small fur ball. He caught glimpse of it finally when it stood up, blue eyes sending a cold flush down his spine. Eventually it disappeared under the desk and out of his sight, his grip tightened until his knuckles were white. Every muscle in his body was strung tighter than a bow, he didn’t even notice his breath had been caught in his throat. Nothing of him dared move in fear of crushing the small critter, though his heart was beating fast enough to make up for the stillness.

A messy office was to be expected with having to work on the floor for the past few months, but still, Michael couldn’t help but feel a slight embarrassment. There was a slight pride in a well organized work space, especially for a man of medicine, no one wanting to trust their life in the hands of dirty equipment. The last thing he needed was to lose the respect of his new team, it was bad enough that some other bases deemed keeping a pet as unsanitary.

Speaking of which, where was that cat?

“Ack, Lilo, nein!” Just when he thought he couldn’t become any more embarrassed, the Medic whipped around to find a white ball of fluff nestling against his companion’s leg, mewing back softly at the sound of her name. He quickly shuffled the papers against his chest, stuffing them into a bookshelf, before sweeping over to collect the little annoyance before she could cover the Russian’s pants leg in any more fur. It was hard for his expression to remain stoic at this point, petting the feline between the ears as he focused on keeping his face from becoming flustered.

“Sorry about zhat.” The doctor mumbled, feeling any bit of professionalism be stripped away as he moved aside so Gavyn could finish his job. “She is in heat.”

(Source: blutrunstigdoktor)

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A nod of acknowledgement towards the question. Yes, he’d be there. The Russian’s mouth turned up in a smile, his missing tooth interrupting the otherwise toothy expression. “Smart idea,” He agreed, “Smart man.”

The doors opened, the desk messily shoved off to the side, had the Medic tried to move the desk all on his own? He didn’t even see a moving trolley- just a desk. Well that certainly would make things more difficult for someone not of more size and strength. (Which sort of raises the question on where the old desk had gone.) “I can do,” Gavyn held the coffee machine out to Michael, “Take please, need both hands move desk.”

After passing off the stolen goods, the Heavy Weapons user approached the desk, gripping one of its corners before lifting it up. It was hardly anything to the giant. He grabbed and lifted it entirely off the ground, feet easily holding the weight as he walked forward, towards the surgery room.

It was general politeness to compliment someone, even if it was on something simple such as ordering a desk for a barren office. Most would probably see it as common sense, if not for efficiency then for the need of comfort, the concrete floor a rather unsuitable long-term seat. Still, it was an ego boost to the Medic, a rare bit of praise that he soaked up, though his face refused to admit it.

"Yes, vell, I vould haff needed vone eventually." The German cleared his throat as he took the coffee machine from his companion, shifting it in his arms to balance with the basket. A moving trolley would have probably made the trek much easier, maybe not even needing the Russian’s help, though where to find one was a mystery. The Engineer might have one, but if Michael had learned anything from his few months here it was not to rely on that short-tempered midget for anything.

It was an impressive sight seeing the Heavy Weapons Specialist lift the desk the doctor as spent the last hour shoving inside the base with such ease, though he would not let that bruise his masculinity. Moving along with the large man, Michael held open the door to the surgery room with his back, allowing Gavyn to clear the entrance before doing the same for his office door. Inside a few papers lay scattered about the floor, a white blob of fur nesting in the middle, only revealing its blue eyes once its company was in the same room.

"Ack, sorry. Let me clear a space." The German quickly moved to shuffle the papers aside, making a spot for his new desk as the disturbed creature stood up, stretched, then trotted over to the unfamiliar giant to rub it face against his leg.

(Source: blutrunstigdoktor)

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Gavyn didn’t think twice about grabbing the coffee maker and following along behind Mikey. Happy to have a job to do for someone else, he was a little impatient to get to it. He did give a glance around while escaping with the Medic, the stolen contraband tucked safely under his arm. Luckily no one said anything about them leaving with the coffee equipment, only fleeting glimpse of a semi-confused Sniper going for a refill gave hint to the crime being committed before the door to the hall closed behind him. Sorry, friend, maybe next time.

With the Christmas party behind them, the Russian stepped quickly to keep up with his teammate. “What is job?” Only now did he look down at the coffee maker with a puzzled look, wondering why they had taken it when the walk to it was so quick in the first place. The Medic probably had a good reason, he’d trust, or at the least not question. Besides, there were much more important matters at hand, like a job to do!

There was a slight satisfaction in having someone follow along without too much interjection, the Heavy Weapons Specialist proving to be quite the valuable asset to the Medic’s work. It was easy to take advantage of that sort of benevolence under the wrong influence, but luckily nicking a coffee machine was probably the most atrocious act he would be encouraged to aid in this evening. Rather mild for a group of psychopaths who murdered people for a living.

"You haff been in mein office, ja?" It was more of a confirmation of memory rather than an actual question, knowing full well that it had been Gavyn who had originally showed him around the base upon his arrival, just more evidence towards the man’s generosity. "It is razher hard to keep organized on zhe floor, so I ordered a desk."

There was a pause as the German adjusted the basket in his hands to one arm, using his now free limb to hold up the doors to the infirmary as they approached. Inside stood the furniture in question, half-heatedly shoved to the side by someone who had obviously became fed up with carrying the thing. “As I said, you vill not haff to move it far. Just zhrough zhe surgery room und into zhe office.”

(Source: blutrunstigdoktor)

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His eager expression had already dropped before, just moments after the initial denial, before Michael managed to come up with something. Luckily, the Russian was easily pleased and perked up. “What is job?” He asked curiously, rather excited he’d get to help out with something.

The amount the RED team asked for help from each other was extremely underwhelming, and coming from a home where nothing would get done if he didn’t do it, left Gavyn feeling unproductive and a little restless. The feeling has faded over his time on the base, it was nothing compared after first arriving, and having two dependent doggies helped. Even still, he was more than happy to help his new teammate with whatever needed to be done.

He put his mug down, beside a few other used coffee cups and wine glasses. Someone will clean them up eventually. Maybe. If not, Gavyn would find some free time tomorrow to clean them up, probably even wash them if the kitchen is quiet enough. For now, he was ready and waiting to follow the Medic into work.

It was rather strange to see someone so eager to be put to work, but then, it was hard to complain seeing as it was a benefit to the Medic. The rest of the team didn’t appear even the least bit ecstatic to offer one another any assistance, most of the men keeping to themselves even on the battlefield when they were supposed to be working together. Being the Medic for a group who fancied being individual could cause some extra strain, though Michael’s own reclusive behaviour didn’t exactly demote this.

"Nozhing major, I could just use some help moving a bit of furniture around." Being able to drag his new desk inside the medbay had been accomplishment enough for the scrawny doctor, he needed a break before carrying it all the way to his office. With his companion’s large muscle mass, however, he might be able to actually get set up before leaving for the holidays. "You vill not haff to move it far. Follow me, I vill show you."

Taking one last sip of his coffee, the German paused as he glanced down at his reflection in yet another empty mug. How had he managed to drink two cups already without hardly noticing? A basket of creams and sugars had been set out next to the coffee machine in easy access for those at the party, making it an easy care package for anyone to just sweep up and take with them.

"Und grab zhat, too, bitte." He gestured at the coffee maker as he held the basket to his chest and swiftly slipped out the way he came.

(Source: blutrunstigdoktor)

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Large fingers tapped idly on it’s empty porcelain mug, while a smaller hand was refilling it’s own empty coffee cup. Gavyn waited patiently and silently for the Medic to get another serving of caffeine, the surrounding party commotion and conversations drowning into background noise. He ran his tongue along the inner side of the space between his two teeth, from one corner of his incisor, along to gum and down to the point of his canine, wondering if his teammate had anything else to say before he continued with his questions.

When nothing else came from the Doctor, the large Russian chimed in, offering, “Could you use help, doktor?” Their Medic was a capable man like the rest of them, which could probably be taken as an insult really, a better wording would just be; he was a capable man. Michael didn’t need help with his job. Gavyn couldn’t imagine what it was like being a Medic for a team full of rowdy, violent, gun-bearing and slightly damaged men, the job must be endless. He wasn’t entirely sure what he could help with, but if there was something, he’d gladly do it.

It had taken him a moment to process what the Heavy had offered him, or rather, evaluate the question for any hidden motive. Being the weekend before Christmas, he couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to spend it working when they had the opportunity to relax and enjoy the company of others at a expense paid party. Of course, that’s exactly what the Medic had opted to do, but he would stress that his circumstances were obviously different.

What exactly could the Russian be looking to gain? Being somewhat new, it was still hard for the German to let his guard down, fearing any sign of weakness would cause his team to distrust him. They already barely acknowledged his existence aside from when they themselves were injured, but the moment they thought him incapable could lead to the downfall of the stability of their team. Was it really so obvious how overworked he was?

"Nein, zhank you, I am fi-" He stopped himself, placing the coffee pot back onto the holster before turning back toward the large man in front of him. The Heavy’s arms were almost the size of the Medic’s torso, only a small indication of the strength the Russian must contain, strength that could come in use. "On second zhought, if you are truly looking to extend your assistance, zhen I might haff a job for you."

(Source: blutrunstigdoktor)

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Gavyn wasn’t going to press further about Mikey’s private romantic life; divorced was enough of an answer. He didn’t personally know a lot about relationships, but he knew enough to know that ‘divorced’ rarely means ‘but we’re still good friends.’ Usually there was a lot of negative feelings still involved, and it was probably best he avoid that topic if he wanted the Medic to stick around a little longer. Maybe they should talk more about his daughter, that topic seemed safe enough.

He smiled and shook his head, “No no, no one back in Russia for me, just my parents.” It’s always just been him and his parents, or rather, him and his mother. It’s not as though a man of his age hadn’t had previous relationships, while off for school he’d met a few people he shared a dinner and night with, had a couple of romantic partners, but nothing that had held long.

Looking into his coffee cup, Gavyn noticed he didn’t have much left, a swallow or two, small mugs didn’t do much for his size. Perhaps, if Michael wasn’t interested in sticking around the christmas party, they could go the medbay, perhaps Michael needed help. “Are you staying here long? At Christmas party?”

Even with his companion’s current lack of a love life, it was somewhat of a relief just to have his own off the table for discussion. It wasn’t that he hadn’t yet gotten over the woman, it had been nearly five years since their separation, but rather his bitterness for the affair came from his security of his daughter. Luckily, Elise seemed to hold little to no memory of her mother, having been too young to truly be impacted by the abandonment, and thus the relationship became even more of distant ghost with little to no power to haunt them.

From what little time he had spent with the Russian during work, the man seemed like he would make a rather caring husband one day, always the first to willingly help out with chores when everyone else had dispensed for the day. With the money they were making it would be easy to provide for a family long after retirement, at least for those who were able to make it that long. Being a single-father made even the thought of dating rather difficult, even if he actually wanted to date, his career taking up the rest of the time his family didn’t, and his research consuming whatever was left.

“Hm, nein, I had only really come to refill meinen coffee.” Speaking of which, he should probably get back to his paperwork while he still had the caffeinated boost to keep him going. His own mug was looking rather depleted at this point having spent so much time talking with his teammate, and it would probably be best to get a refill on that refill before he left. He moved to grab the coffee pot, seeming to not catch any hint of what the Heavy was looking to ask. “I should probably getting back now, excuse me.”

(Source: blutrunstigdoktor)

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“She is very little, must be excited for seeing father at Christmas,” Gavyn commented. He watched the doctors face flip through a series of expressions, wondering exactly what was going through his head. At times he wondered what it was like to be a father, something that was very unlikely he’d experience personally, but other times he felt as though he’d had enough of fatherly love for one lifetime. He hadn’t noticed he’d frozen at his thoughts, holding a mouthful of coffee until he tried to speak again, swallow quickly before answering. “Yes, I spend holidays with my parents. My mother needs help with her chores, she isn’t as young as she once was. We have many dogs, I look after them when I go home too.”

He was interested to know more about the Medic, not realizing how much he missed and craved having a human being in his life rather than a chunk of flesh and guts with a gun. RED wasn’t usually hostile towards each other, in fact their team could be fairly pacified (for being a bunch of mercenaries) while off the clock, but it was difficult to talk with someones who’s only apparently common denominator was killing for a living, especially when you try to forget about that.

“You have daughter, and you have wife too?” Gavyn asked curiously, eager to know anything about life outside the base.

"Ja, she is still quite young, I suppose." Young enough to still get excited around Christmas time, to still believe in St. Nikolaus, and that her father was a noble man. Speaking of which, it was rather curious, though perhaps not all too odd, that the Russian had mentioned helping his mother with chores but nothing of his father. Perhaps the man was disabled, or the family separated. Then again, he may just be thinking too much into things as always.

"Zhat is good of you, I am sure you Mutter appreciates zhe help." Briefly, he wonders what that must be like, but doesn’t stray too far into the thought. The Medic’s commitment to his family wasn’t as much welcomed as it was expected, but luckily it was something he would only have to endeavour during the holidays. His mother wasn’t as young as she once was, either, and with any fortune he would no longer have to worry about that either in the upcoming years either.

While he would rather keep the subject of his own family life as toned as possible, what it changes to isn’t exactly welcomed either.

"Divorced." Comes the terse reply, clearing his throat into his coffee mug. His tone makes it apparent that he does not wish to discuss the matter any further, but doesn’t appear to be fazed, even as he sways the attention away from himself. "Und you? Do you haff a vife? Perhaps a sweetheart vaiting for you?"

(Source: blutrunstigdoktor)