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@myownfairytale​ said: 👩‍⚕️ from medic, for whoever u prefer ! nonverbal  - accepting.   « 👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound »

     PAIN WAS A NORMALITY ON THE BATTLEFIELD. It was part of their jobs-- to be shot at, stabbed, dismembered & whatever that came between. But there was never any form of preparation one could go through to familiarise themselves with the sudden raw hot agony as a bullet met flesh. Being hit was common-- it was always expected, given his size & position during fights, but there were very few times that certain hits could make him falter-- not enough to incapacitate him, but sometimes ( only sometimes ) they came close. 

     It had been the enemy Sniper that caused him the issue today, landing a successful shot into the meat of his shoulder & then another following quickly after-- close to the first. Heavy had roared in pain, stumbling back a couple of steps & shifting his the weight of Sasha to his uninjured arm. A third ( and potentially final ) shot didn’t rung out & he assumed Spy had finally gotten around to finishing off the BLU-- before he finished Heavy off.

     Medic had been quick in his actions, immediately getting to work on his teammate by applying pressure onto the injury. Despite the anguish, the larger man refused to go down-- he would not give BLU the satisfaction.

          “ Doktor must stay behind me. ” Teeth were gritted-- hard enough to make them crack. A larger body shielding Medic as he worked in case danger rounded the corner. “ You are easy target. ” It was not that he didn’t think his fellow RED was incapable of protecting himself-- he could & had shown that on many occasions. He simply would not have him go down because Heavy failed to do his job.

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@inccndiary​ said: 👕 - for whoever you like boo! nonverbal  - accepting.    « 👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt »

     A TUG ON HIS SHIRT SLEEVE-- A SIGN OF REQUESTING ATTENTION. Heavy looked down at whomever had disturbed him & was more than surprised to see the RED team’s resident arsonist. It was not as if he didn’t like them, it was more than they were occasionally... unnerving to be around. On the battlefield especially.

          “ Pyro. ” Came his greeting-- pleasant & civil, just like how he was with every other member of his team. “ Something Heavy can help with ? ”

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