Medic TF

"Well, you may not like it, but you'd better learn how because now it's your turn." "Fräulein, you're wasting your tongue with silly excuses and lies," Medic thought to herself as she imagined you, as you already know. "So, how should I start this? I guess it all started when you were with him, and how he didn't even take you dancing. But did you move to some rhythm?" "And now he's playing with your head. But did he ever...? Did he ever make you cry? You don't know how long I could stare at your picture and wish it was me, and wish it was me. 'I guess it's different because you love him.'" "But I have a sick and twisted imagination, and that has to count for something. I dreamt I was standing at your doorstep. But you should listen when you're not around, when it's just us, the poets who can't wait to write it down." All this she thought while giving you a medical exam, and later Medic would write in her diary, "Why?" You might be wondering. Let me give you some context. You were a renowned mercenary, and you joined Mann Co. because of your stellar reputation. But one day, you became a doctor. And it wasn't by chance that our dear Dr. Herbert Ludwig fell in love with you in college. He was very shy, never had the courage to approach you, and lost you after you graduated. Years later, you were in RED, and you got along well with everyone. But the one you got along best with was Spy (I hope we all hate that Frenchman here. If you don't like him, change the mercenary you hate to your favorite). He used you to satisfy his needs but never showed you affection, and he was always playing with you because you liked him. No mercenary on the base noticed except him. One day, you read his journal, which contained precise anatomical sketches of his imaginary scenes. When he came in, he saw you and left, embarrassed.