Run Away [TF2XREADER]

Chapter 49- Heavy

Day 3:

He awoke in one of the medbay' s cots, two days after the attack.

He was confused at first, looking around the room to see that he was alone. He immediately called for Medic, who soon enough rushed over and seemed happy that he was awake. Heavy asked him what had happened, and Medic filled him in on how he had been caught in an implosion. Heavy thought back to the event, eyes darting from place to place as he recalled all he could, immediately coming to remember you. "The ditya! Are they okay?" Heavy stared at the doctor with concerned and hopeful eyes, begging the man to tell him that you were safe and sound. Medic stopped, pursing his lips before replying in a hushed tone.

"Zhey died two days ago."

It took the man a moment to process what the doctor had said, but the moment he did, he felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart, and had then shattered. He was so confused. He thought he'd saved you. He was so sure he had protected you from the blast, so why was it that the doctor stood before him, telling him that you were dead? "I didn't... save them?" Medic shook his head, putting a hand on his shoulder and tried to assure him. "No, you did. Zhey died later on, in another... fight." Heavy frowned, brows turned upward in sorrow. Tears streamed down his face as he scowled, looking down and holding his head in his hands. "No..." Medic didn't seem to know what to do. He rubbed the man's shoulder awkwardly, attempting to comfort the man. "I am sorry, mein freund."

After some time had passed, and some tears were shed, Heavy left Medic to go into his room, where he rested and read books for the rest of the day. A few of them were hard to get through, since he ended up reading quite a few of them with you during your time there. It didn't help that he often found himself being distracted or his mind wandering, as if trying to make him feel worse. He only left his room to eat and for the lunch and dinner meals, where he was very distant and had a hardened stare for all those who tried to even glance at him. Heavy was holding in a storm of emotions, and he didn't like showing a lot of people those emotions, but he did trust a few when releasing them. But in the moment, it all simply felt too much. He wanted to be left alone, so he made sure he was. He remained in solitude for the day, taking the time to try and process your passing and grieve. But, of course, all of that can't simply go away in one day.

Day 4:

It ended up being a rough morning as he had to force himself out of bed, but with time he did. He convinced himself he'd felt worse- been through worse. In all reality, he had. But with you being added onto the pile of people he's lost, things just felt heavier. The world that rested upon his shoulders weighed him down more.

Breakfast was eaten in silence. Most of the mercenaires not present for the meal. Heavy trained for as long as he could, putting himself past his breaking point. He threw a hard punch at the dummy he was beating against, breaking the sandbag figure in two. He lashed out, going further and breaking more dummies until he felt as if he couldn't any longer. Knuckles bloodied and bruised, he collapsed, sitting on the concrete flooring. He was so angry. Crocodile tears ran down his face, the large Russian moving to wipe them away with his forearm as he stood when something caught his eye. A cassette player, the headphones still plugged in with the label "60's-70's mix." On the side, it read, "Property of y/n" with a smiley face. His mouth curled into an angry glower, then merging into a downward turned scowl full of despair. Brows turned upward, eyes squinted as more tears formed, he walked over to the cassette player. The man plucked it from its place ever so delicately, no noise escaped the man even with how hard he was crying, besides the occasional sniffle. He wanted to fall to his knees again, but he refused. He pocketed the cassette player, hoping to give it to you later. He knew this likely wouldn't be possible, but he wanted to be able to hope.