Heartless- Chapter One: Re-start

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppppppppp-  
"MEDIC!!!"
"YA! Mein gun! Helfe!! Help me you fool!!!"

The third time.

It was the third time that night that one of the team had flat-lined.
Medic grabbed a syringe & stabbed it into Demo-man's neck viciously, but precisely, squeezing it down; eyes wide, blood-shot from the lack of sleep, his jaw clenched in an angry grimace.

Scout had happened to be on duty this time, when Demo-man's heart had given up yet again.
"Press down harder on the bleeding!!! Mein Gott...."

Scout stared in shock & fear as he pressed down harder on the unconscious Scots' side. His warm blood trickled through the towel, onto his hands, slippy & grotesque.

He was acutely aware in the horribly bright white Lab of the other bodies that lay around him.
Heavy, Engie, & Soldier all lay out cold, IV drips attached to them, tubes in their noses. Scout had never been entirely comfortable with hospitals....

God........so many of them had been downed.

People who he has saved....who have saved him.
Those he griped about constantly, his friends, his comrades.....those had eaten breakfast with yesterday morning.

Medic worked frantically at Demo's side.
"Breathe damn you! BREATHE!!!" Medic was flinging metal implements about, clashing them off the walls once rendered useless. "Scheiße!!!" He snarled as he threw another.
Scout stared down at Demo's blood that was pooling, the once pale towel now an awful crimson. Scout started to feel wobbly, his head aching, as if the constant high-pitch whine of the moniter's BBBBBBEEEEEEEEEEPPPPP was drilling into his brain.

Medic became frustrated & over-turned a table before spinning on his heels & slamming on Demo's chest.
Scout watched, barely breathing, mouth hanging open, eyes wide, as Medic virtually hammered Demo's chest in.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep....

Scout stared at Demo's face, which remained impassive, as if unaware that he had been dead & was now brought back. Odd thing was is that he looked no different, dead or alive, unlike the usual bloody, mangled, or broken bodies he saw.

He glanced up at Medic who didn't even dignify him with a look. He just pushed up his glasses with a bloody finger & sighed, whether of frustration, tiredness, or relief, Scout was not sure.
"Go und rest Scout. I vill remain on duty now."

Scout nodded dumbly & his arms fell to his side, like lead, away from the towel he was still desperately pressing to the dying Scotsman's side & walked out as if in a daydream, the double-doors swinging shut behind him & he was plunged into the gloom.

Most of the power had been routed to the lab to keep everything going, the rest of the building was shrouded in this darkness. Scout blinked twice to adjust to it and was surprised to find tears sliding down his face.

He sniffed once & couldn't hold it anymore.

He ran, as he always did, at full speed through the corridors 'till he reached the nearest room with a lock. He slammed it shut, swung the bolt-lock into place & turned, resting his back on the wood, the feeling of having some-thing protecting his back comforting him.

He sunk down, sobbing.