The Days are Cold
Gavyn took a step back, his surprised expression not because of the germans frustration. That was entirely understandable, but just from the sudden and swiftness of his actions left him a little taken back. The Scout had a natural talent of getting under everyones skin and being as annoying as humanly possible; it was almost a requirement of the class, everyone was frustrated with them at some point during the day.
“I am glad for you that it was only one of them,” It was less of an optimistic stand and more of a caution. The Scout also had an incredible ability to be exponentially worse the more Scouts there were. It was a bit of a frightening thought, even for the giant man. “Maybe next time I can be more help.”
Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, it seemed Gavyn would be needed sooner rather than later. The RED Soilder stumbled over to Michael, a hand clamped over his face as blood poured out from behind it. The front of his coat was already drenched and speckles of the red fluid coated the snow like a trail of bread crumbs behind him. Gavyn managed to peel his eyes from the red waterfall cascading off the Soldier’s and only caught sight if yet another bleed, from the mans right leg this time. His boot left bloody foot prints with every step in the powder.
Despite looking so cold, with teeth chattering together, his pale skin was damp with a thin layer of sweat. He outstretched his free hand, gripping the back of Michael’s white coat to give it a few tugs, “Doc, it won’t stop bleeding.”
Why Scouts were always so obnoxious seemed to be an age old question with no exact answer. Personally, Michael felt it had something to do with their diet, that much sugar had to effect a person’s mental state after being exposed to it for so long. A Soldier at one of his previous bases seemed to believe it was the result of poor discipline growing up, though his attempts to properly rehabilitate their team’s Scout only lead to more work for the Medic. Whatever the actual reason, there didn’t appear to be any real method to changing them, the irksome demeanor almost infused into the class’s blood.
"I still do not understand vhy ve need more zhe vo-" His mumbled annoyance was cut off as he realized the Russian’s eyes were staring past him, his curiosity quickly answered by the tug at his back. Turning around, the Medic was met with a mess of red, the man’s coat growing a deeper shade by the second. Whatever thought was going through the doctor’s mind at the time was quickly lost, his scowl growing deeper at his teammate’s words.
"Dear Gott. Alright, let me haff a look." Stepping towards the Soldier, Michael placed his medigun on the ground to balance against his leg, freeing his hands to urge the man to pry his hand away from his face. His skin was as white as the snow, moist with both sweat and blood, and one quick look over the damage was enough for the German to draw his conclusion.
"Ve need to get him inside. Vith zhis amount of blood loss he’ll die of hypothermia before I can even treat him." His gaze seemed to shift to the large Russian on its own, sure that by now Gavyn had noticed the bleeding leg that occupied the face injury.