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I can’t sleep. Anxiety wells within me as a cold sweat envelops my body. Maybe it’s the threat of an oncoming battle tomorrow. The team said I wasn’t ready yet and I should wait in the wings for a while longer until I’m all trained out.
Just stay in resupply, they told me. You can help Medic by staying there and healing us when we come back for ammo.
Disappointing them is the last thing I want to do. Medic is always on the front line for pushes and turning the tides of battle, so they figured they needed another person with medical knowledge to aid the ones who stay behind the front lines to make sure a spy doesn’t infiltrate to steal what’s ours. Engie’s dispenser can only help so much in that regard.
Medic could give me something, sleeping issues must be a common thing around here. Sitting up, my sheets fall down and expose bare arms to the cold. The AC is always blasting through the building. Glaring sun and cracked desert sand with scarce rainfall demands for it. The least they can do is turn it down when daylight is no longer an issue. Stepping into some slippers and picking up the Mann Co. sweatshirt I own from the hooks on the back of my door, my male roommate stirs as he hears me moving around.
“What are you doing up?” He asks.
“I’m going to go see Medic.”
“He won’t be happy with you, PM,” he groans, turning over. “I think he yelled at you enough today and we’re not supposed to be out of our rooms.”
“I can’t sleep, so I’m going to go ask him to knock me out or some shit.”
“I can do that for you.”
We both chuckle. “Uh, thanks Nurse. I’ll be back.”
“Careful out there,” he warns. “Don’t want the scary Australian guy shooting you from across the fort.” I gently open my room and close it back up behind me to keep the volume down on my way down to Medic’s lab.
The fort is mysterious at night, as though I’m in a detective film from the twenties. The halls are dark, signalling even Soldier went to bed after doing his last surveillance check. Faint figures of furniture and hallway clutter make themselves out in the dark as I navigate from memory and instinct alone. My hand brushes up against a wooden box, and I flinch in fear of getting a splinter. Continuing forward, I round the corner and see the faint glow of a light coming from under Engie’s workshop’s door. Burning the midnight oil again, although I’m certain it’s later than that. Perhaps checking my clock before I left would have been a smart choice.
What good would that have done me? Medic’s always awake, it’s almost as if the man never sleeps. It’s routine for me to catch him on a bad day, though. He’s not the best at keeping his temper when his research goes awry due to outside interference. Outside being his apprentice. Me. The other apprentices haven’t had the same problem as me. I’m always ticking him off and getting on his nerves when my male counterpart is doing fine. I train three hours longer than the others and my partner because I’m always just seconds too slow for him. Whereas he’s thee Medic, I’m just his lowly Para medic. The other guy is lucky, he gets to be the Nurse.
Engie says he’s being hard on me because he wants me to be the best I can be, but I think Medic’s best is just being an exact copy of him. Like Nurse is. Imagine Medic’s surprise when I walk in saying I can’t sleep. “What do you mean? You’re always the first one to bed when it’s lights out! It takes forever for me to get you to wake up, I think you’re being dramatic.”
I’m dreading it. Maybe I should just go see if Scout’s awake and if he wants to run a few laps with me to get my muscles working. There wasn’t any training today since it was more strategy and safety talk to ensure that we all make it out intact. As much as Medic wanted to time how long I take to clean and bandage a bullet wound to compare to Nurse, Soldier and Spy took over and ran us through what we should expect out of the BLUs and common strategies we can use if we were to team up with another merc. Lucky for me, I’m on bedside duty and get to do absolutely nothing with any of my teammates. Not that many people stay in Resupply for long.
It’s unfair to hear the other women else talk about how well they’re getting along with their mentors. They all say I’m lucky because I got one of the more attractive men- which I’m not denying- but it means nothing if he’s only mean and stern with me when he treats Nurse like a saint. At least it doesn’t go to his head since he’ll vouch for me from time to time.
“Oi, Paramedic,” Sniper calls out to me from down the hall. He stands in front of me, rifle slung over his shoulder. “Bloody hell are you doin’ up? You should be in the sack.”
“I can’t sleep, so I’m going to see if Medic can give me something.”
He nods, satisfied with my excuse. “Once you finish, it’s straight back to your room. Can’t have the rest of you sods thinking we’re breaking rules. I’m not supposed to let you go, but if you need the doc, go right on ahead.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“I told you lot about the formalities already.” His skinny Australian figure becomes more prominent. Australians don’t enjoy being addressed with Mister and Sir as they come across it with hostility.
I groan and sigh. “Sorry, uh… Gotcha, Sniper.”
“Off you go then,” he departs, watching me walk by him and down the dark corridor. The light in Medic’s lab is off, but looking into the window, I see that his office emanates a soft amber glow. He locked the door as it clicks in place when I try to slide it over to get in. I resort to knocking and knocking turns into rapping. Sniper watches me from down the hall, and I’m hoping Medic comes out soon to get me because this is growing to be extremely embarrassing. He finally makes his way out of his office and has less than an amused face when it’s seen to be me.
He sighs upon looking at my face. “What is it that you have come for, Auszubildende?”
“Uh, I haven’t been able to sleep. I was hoping you had an anxiety pill or melatonin or something similar.”
“Sleeping issues?” He asks to confirm.
“Yes, Sir.”
He puts his hand to his chin and nods as he lets me in. I step around and stand near a gurney as he locks the door behind me. Fickle about privacy, he’s done it time and time again for the smallest of things. Bringing me aside to berate me for being a dumbass in front of his peers? The door is locked. Coming in to get more bandages? Lock the door while you’re there. Running to the office to retrieve the files he told me to get, but only in his head? Make sure no one can get in while you’re rifling through sheets. It’s a security measure against spies.
A hand motions for me to get up on the gurney. He’s not wearing his medical coat like he always is. No gloves either. It’s odd to see him just in his white vest suit. His arms cross as he stands in front of me, a raised eyebrow with an expectant scowl. “What is the issue in particular?”
“I’m not sure how to calm down.”
“Restless or is it insomnia?”
“Restless, definitely restless. Sleep doesn’t pervade me. Not until tonight. But you’re just going to send me back to my room, aren’t you?”
“No, no. I need you at the best you can be for tomorrow. Hmm…” He puts his finger to his chin. “You sleep like a log, that is for certain, but it’s only after physical activity. We did no such thing today and let all of you get up three hours later than we usually do… Melatonin will not help one who simply isn’t tired.” He gives one of his sinister smiles as he looks down at me. “Then we’ll just have to make you tired.”
I don’t like the sound of that. “What do you mean by that, Doctor?”
“This is an experiment I’ve been meaning to do for a long while,” he tells me, reaching his hands out to my shoulders. I slightly flinch when he grips my joints, and he brings his hands inward to my neck. His fingers line the bump of my trachea and then pull on my hoodie slightly to reveal my collarbone. “I’d like you to assist me in this one.”
“What-” I swallow hard when his thumb brings my bottom lip down to see it bounce back into place. He may be cruel to me a lot, but it’s still the sexy German man that all the other trainees want. “What is it? Wouldn’t Nurse help you better than me?”
“Lift your feet up onto the gurney,” he requests with the tone of a doctor that’s doing a check-up. I let my slippers fall to the floor before I do so, his hands still on my neck and face as I do so. One hand runs down my chest and rests on the small of my back. He jolts my hips forward. The bed jostles from his sudden movements. “Simply lay down, Auszubildende. Relax.”
“What are we doing?” I ask again.
“Well, you said you couldn’t sleep. I’m simply going to- er- tire you out.”
“How is this an experiment?” If I ask too many questions, he might call it off, but I want to hear his logic. I just want to see if he’ll say he finds me the least bit appealing to his personal tastes.
“How far will the student go to please the teacher?” He responds, rhetorically. He wants an answer. He forms a hypothesis. “With the way you’ve seriously disrespected me with your field test scores that were calculated today, I’d say very far.” He also wants physical results to prove his theory. He’s upsetting me with his constant negative talk, and he softens up, as my eyes cannot meet his. “I know I’m harsh with you. I’m difficult for a reason.”
“It feels like everything I do for you isn’t good enough,” I admit as I wrap my arms around his neck to stay sitting up in some regard. “I just want to make you proud.”
“Your progress is coming along nicely, actually. You’re picking this up faster than many I’ve attempted to tutor, and you’re a stellar learner as opposed to your colleague. You have the intellect to do it, but your skill is where you’re lacking. Nurse simply mimics what I do, but you practice it as though you’re learning from a book like I had to. Having the know-how means nothing if you don’t have the means to execute. That is why I push you. I see myself in you.”
Hearing these kind words from someone who has done next to nothing but belittle me is jarring but welcome. It’s all I’ve wanted to hear since I got paired up with him. Being a medic is a taxing job, and I needed that reinforcement to let me know I was doing what I needed to be doing. “I understand.”
“Now, back to the issue on hand…” He purrs, grabbing my chin and smirking into the sudden kiss we now share. I part my lips, and his tongue slips inside shortly after the same way his hand does into my sweatshirt. I didn’t even notice at first until I felt his index finger and thumb squeeze my nipple. He quickly remembers why I came here in the first place as he skips the romantic foreplay and slides off my shorts with my underwear. “Relax, lay down,” he urges. I watch him unbuckle his belt and zip down his pants instead. He notices. “Touch yourself where you feel it’s appropriate, then.”
I reach a hand down in between my legs. I’ve done it before, never in front of another person. My knees retract as a peep escapes me, causing my stomach to twitch. He chuckles as he brings out his phallus through the hole in his boxers in case whoever is doing night watch takes a peek to inspect lab activity. Now he watches me, taking mental notes of how I pleasure myself and basking in the small, shameful actions I take to minimize how grandiose I am about it. Regardless, my hand and fingers move faster around my clit while I slowly let myself down onto my back. He has yet to touch me again. Muscles tighten and nervousness bubbles in my stomach like stew in a witch’s cauldron. It just now dawned on me that he would’ve stopped me by now. Taken control and done what he wanted with me. He’s going the scientist’s route. Observing.
Even though I’m looking up at the smoke detector on the ceiling, Medic’s presence is still felt. His eyes feel like lasers as he hears my moans and views how I make myself feel good. If all he’s going to do is let me tire myself out, I could’ve done this on my own, in my room, with the added risk of trying not to wake Nurse up.
I insert my middle and ring fingers, whispering a curse and pulling one of my thighs closer to my body upon Medic’s request to get a better angle of what I’m doing. Warm droplets run down my groin from leaking out, and I feel like I’m degrading myself by doing this. Like I’m giving him another reason to humiliate me in front of the others. A louder moan gets past me, and I push my fingers in as deep as I can. With the hand on my thigh, I stretch my skin to the side and twitch with an oncoming orgasm. Medic better be enjoying this. Pulling my fingers out and rubbing further up gets the job done, and I cuss as I get over my first hump.
I get up on my elbow and continue to passively touch myself as I check on the German. He’s erect, merely from my experience. He nods and puts his hands on my hips as he positions himself at my entrance. “Wait, aren’t you going to get any lubricant or… Something?”
“Do you really want it?” He nudges his dry tip in, and I press on my clit harder. “We could work with what we have, I don’t mind it rough.” Sex is always going to bring mild discomfort, that’s a fact, but it shouldn’t be outright painful. Of course he doesn’t mind it rough, I’m not inside of him.
“If it gets too much, I’d prefer some lube.”
“Just let me know.” He smiles and doesn’t pull out any stops. He gets the troublesome part over with and pushes all the way in. My toes curl, and I groan in abashment. I didn’t think about it too much when he was undressing, but he’s pretty up there. Medic’s on the move after the initial shock subsides, and I writhe in his arms as he hits my cervix. I continue to stimulate myself to release tension for the allowance of an easier time. There’s a buck, and I yelp. It’s easy to tell he’s holding himself back between the seemingly out of nowhere quickening of his pace to the awkward stutters his hands make in touching my skin. I don’t want this to go on for too long or else tomorrow is going to be taxing.
He grabs onto my thighs and squeezes my fat and grunts as he pushes me to lie down and thrusts harder. My back arches and my fingers pull at the sheets. “Fuck!”
“I suggest quieting down. You never know who’s on patrol,” Medic taunts as he pulls out of me. The gurney shakes as he gets on and grunts while planting his hands on either side of my head. He transfers to his forearms and pushes my legs further up with his thighs under my own, pushing into me once more and picking up where he left off. Surprisingly, he’s compliant in allowing me to cup his face and push him down to my neck. Though, I’m deprived of hickeys in place of normal kisses to stave from unwanted questions should one pop out from the collar of my shirt. Hot breaths make my skin moist and kisses make it to my chin before he occupies my lips. I’m on the verge, muscles aching as I’ve been stiff and on edge this entire time.
“Mmm, Ludwig,” I strain out a pant. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Jetzt fast da,” he huffs with an upward angling of his hips. I jolt and climax on impact. Neither of us were expecting it as he continues to thrust inside of me without the knowledge that I had done so. I let him go on until it’s unbearable for me, which is when I use my foot to push him away by the shoulder. “What’s the matter?”
“I came,” I sigh. His eyebrows perk as he rests on his haunches.
“O-oh, I merely thought--”
“It’s okay,” I breathlessly laugh as I recuperate. An itch at the back of my brain causes me to sit up. “You didn’t-- Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he shrugs. I reach a hand out and rub his cock for him. “Ah, you’re too kind.”
Bodily fluids rarely bother me, but it’s different when I’m the one who produced them. Warm and sticky, his hips gently sway into my hand as he smirks while looking into my eyes. I’m unable to break from his gaze. The gurney creaks.
He stops when there’s a faint voice in the hallway. I retract my hand, still unable to put my eyes anywhere else other than Medic’s. Engie and Sniper talk further back down the hall by Engie’s workshop. I don’t think they’re leaving anytime soon, and I peek at the digital clock out of the corner of my eyes. It’s approaching two in the morning. Medic leads my hand back over to him and holds on my shoulders as while I jerk him off quick enough to get it over with. He chuckles. His eyes roll back and out comes his release dripping off of my thumb onto the sheets. Some drips onto the back of my hand, and Medic smiles as I back away from him.
“It’s late,” I remind him. “I should get going.”
“Mmm, you should. Danke, Auszubildende,” he thanks me as we both get off of the gurney. I make my way over to the sink and let water run over my hands before I squeeze soap out of the dispenser on the wall and wash up. Medic comes behind me and bends me over the counter. He spreads my skin and finds his way to my vulva. The stainless steel metal is cold on the tips of my fingers, squeaking as my fingertips slides across it. I moan louder than intended and slap my hand over my mouth as I drop my head.
He thrusts at elevated speeds than I’m used to, and my body struggles to keep up with the irregularly growing discomfort between my legs. It’s hot. My knees are ready to collapse. “M-Medic!” I grit between my teeth. I feel skin on mine, the noise filling me with chagrin as I can only imagine what this looks like from any other angle. Lifting my head, a tiny glance behind me shows my mentor enjoying himself and putting effort into pleasuring the both of us. He pulls on his tie and unbuttons his collar, rambling softly to himself in German. I move my hand in between my legs and make it worse for myself. There’s a window on my left.
I shoot my eyes to the side as this vulnerability pops to the forefront of my mind. As soon as I do that, Sniper walks by initially, making brief eye contact. I thought we had narrowly escaped reprimanding until he circles back around as it took a few seconds for his brain to process what he had seen. He knocks on the glass and Medic pulls out of me to rush and pull his pants up. As he goes to open the door, I pull my hoodie down and keep my hands at my front side to continue to pull it down as I slip to the side and re-clothe myself.
“Oi, bloody hell’re ya thinking?” Sniper inquires to Medic while I hastily shove my feet into my slippers. At the very least, Medic got caught with me.
“Don’t be so overdramatic, Sniper,” Medic playfully dismisses. “I was merely extending warm regards to Paramedic here. And to think my harshness on her bothered you all.”
Sniper stares incredulously at Medic before meeting my eyes and then looking back at Medic. “That wasn’t an excuse to shag her, ya wanker!”
“Wanker is correct,” Medic prods with a cheeky smile. Sniper points to me.
“Back to your room, Sheila,” he orders.
“Yes, Sniper,” I comply, whispering ‘pardons’ and ‘excuse mes’ on my way past them. Engie’s workshop light is off now. I don’t run, but my arms do get moving as I speed walk back to my room, turning the handle and quickly getting in before gently releasing the handle once the door is resting in the frame.
Tonight was something.
Nurse is dead asleep. I should get into bed and just pretend I’m knocked-out in case Sniper comes by to ask questions. I don’t want to answer any in particular. I pull my sweatshirt off and climb into bed, laying on my side and curling up as I close my eyes. I open them again upon Soldier hooting and hollering that: “Today’s the day, maggots! Get up! Suit up! No time for hygiene, they’re at our front door! Time to stomp soil and skulls!”
Nurse and I spring from bed and start getting dressed right there in our room. We’re no strangers, and we’re at war. I pull up my skirt and Nurse helps me put on my Medi Gun harness after I help him with his. Sliding on our gloves and tying our boots, we open our dorm door and run after the two scout apprentices to Resupply. Everyone’s strapping on gear in an orderly manner with frantic undertones as Scout and Heavy yell at us for being too slow. Just as quickly as the group came, they leave. I grunt as I haul Nurse’s Kritzkrieg onto his back and secure the straps, seeing him off and catching my breath now that everyone’s moved on.
Gunfire and explosions rumble in the distance as I sit down next to my Quick Fix on the bench. My headrests in my hands as my elbows dig into my thighs. Boring.
Not for long. Scout and his students are the ones who come in the most frequently, but I’ve gotten Heavy, Demo, Mechanic, Tank, and Incendiary in here as well. Marine came in on fire , and it was screaming and crying for ten minutes as I couldn’t get him to stop squirming long enough to get a steady beam without Sharpshooter running with a jarate and then Tank and Heavy coming in to help me subdue him. Once we washed him off and saw to it that his burns were healed, Marine left as if nothing happened.
Sniper slides into Resupply thirty minutes after and pulls on the chain for the roll-up door, causing it to fall to narrowly avoid getting stabbed by a spy. A scream happens outside, and one of the other apprentices named Mechanic lifts the shutter up, a dead spy on the ground with a bloody wrench in her hand, before hauling a toolbox elsewhere in the fort. I stand up as Sniper walks over to me with a gushing cut on his arm.
“Ah, sit,” I urge as I start up my healing apparatus. Sniper and I both catch glances at each other until I’m able to apply a stream of health to his body. The blood stops flowing and the gash closes up. He rises once I give him the go-ahead.
“Uh, Sheila,” he quietly notes as he rolls his shoulder. I stare at our feet.
I nod. “Yeah.”
“Righto,” he awkwardly returns before slinging his rifle onto his back and taking out his kukri for his trek back to wherever he came from. He and Medic swivel their heads to stare at each other for as long as possible as the doctor enters the room.
“How did you sleep?” He asks, somewhat rhetorically. I shrug as he opens the locker and grabs bandages to shove into his side satchel. He stands in front of me once he’s done and grabs my chin. “Oh, and our experiment results were rather satisfactory.”
I squint at his wording. “I bet you’ve also done this with Nurse. Sorry I’m a subpar fuck,” I seethe while crossing my arms.
“Anything but,” he purrs as he leans over and kisses me. We’re here for longer than I thought we would. I push him off of me.
“The rest of the team needs you.”
“Very well,” he rests. Footsteps stop at the doorway. “You’re doing great, First Aid.”
He’s gone before I can ask him about what he just called me, but it started making sense as soon as Arson ran in with Recon helping her stand. “First Aid, you’ve gotta help me!”