TF2 Oneshots (plus koalas)

Diagnosed - Medic x Reader

I've FINALLY been well enough to update an *actual* chapter! *cue stock cheering sounds*

This is the first part of the competition winner's fic, for @EmberSoldier ! Congrats again, and sorry this was such a long time coming!

~ Y/N's POV ~

"Shit," I cursed, banging my head on the corner of my end table as I clumsily tried to get out of bed. I put my hand to the throbbing in my temple, and pulled it away to reveal a small but painful dribble of blood on the palm of my hand. Cursing the mercenary inability to keep blood on the inside of our bodies, I slowly sauntered down the hall to see Medic for a band-aid.

"Sorry medic," I apologised sheepishly as he let me in to the infirmary, looking tired on account of the fact that it's only six in the morning.
"It's nothing, schön," he chuckled, inspecting what I had expected was a small cut on my head, and turned out to be no less than a gaping wound. "You'll need stitches..." he tutted like a mother hen. "Sit on the surgery table and I'll stitch you right up."

I'd had stitches before, so I'd long gotten over the fear of a sharp needle poking unneccessary holes into my skin in the name of "medicine". I could've sworn a band-aid would've been enough... but it wasn't so bad chatting with Medic while he stitched me up, so the time passed quickly.

As he tied off the last stitch, I noticed a purple bruise creeping under his medical coat. "Bruises not going away, huh?" I inquired. It's normal for a mercenary to be covered in bruises, but Medic had had these bruises on his left shoulder and chest for months. Not even the medigun could fix them, which Medic had shrugged off. "Must be a fault of some sort," he had murmured good-naturedly.

"Well get a second opinion, okay?" I asked. "If only to make me feel better."
"Okay Schön." Medic laughed, humouring me as per usual.

~ Timeskip brought to you by Dil Howlter ~

~ Medic's POV ~

"I'm sorry this has been such an ongoing process," Doctor Palmer grimaced, patting my hand sympathetically, "but we've finally gotten the results of the biopsy."

I leaned back in the chair in an ex-colleague's office, humming impatiently. "And, Laura?" I prompted.

The doctor sighed and shuffled her papers. What began as a routine visit to a dermatologist evolved into a nightmare series of x-ray, CT, MRI and PET scans, finally reaching it's thrilling conclusion with a biopsy.

"I'm sorry, Josef." Doctor Palmer sighed. "You have Grade 3 Subcutaneous angiosarcoma of the skin."

My world froze as my brain struggled to come to terms with this. "But surely... the medigun will heal this?" My voice broke on the last syllable, and my cheeks grew wet with tears.

The doctor once again patted my hand sadly. "I'm afraid not," she said gently, causing my world to un-freeze and come crashing down around me.

"Of course, there are options you'll need to consider..." Dr Palmer's voice faded into the back of my mind as my mind struggled to take in several trains of thought at once - I'd have to take time off work for treatment, there'd be no promise I'd ever be cured, and thank Archimedes Y/N encouraged me to visit a specialist...

"...and even possibly doxorubicin... Josef? Are you listening to me?"

"Sorry," I sighed, putting those thoughts away for the moment. "Please continue."

*timeskip brought to you by exam stress >.< *

"Of course!" The tinny voice filtered through the phone. "I got your note and the roses, of course I'll go out with you!"

Medic chuckled delightedly, and sighed with relief. "That makes me a very happy man, frau." He smiled and hanged up, crossing off "Ask Y/N on a date" as the first item on his bucket list.

To be continued...