your friendly neighborhood medic

“Wanting… personal space… is not… hostility.” Prawn shifted a little bit, fiddling with the cuffs of a baggy sweater he was wearing. He continued to flip through the small notebook in his hand, marked with various recipies and the occasional doodle here or there. “Was right… to let it be. No more pain…”

“I was only trying to help,” V lied innocently, giving the shittest angelic smile imaginable. “Perhaps with help it may have stopped hurting quicker, but to each their own. “Either way, as a physician I’m glad to see you doing better, my friend.”

“This place is damn weird. In a real war, trying to introduce yourself to the enemy gets you shot.” He gave the Medic a once over, looking unimpressed. “The others are eccentric, not challenged. Anyone attracted this kind of war game is bound to have something weird and different about them, just comes with the turf. Different doesn’t mean stupid.”

V’s smile faltered a bit. A bleeding-heart. Of course. “Well, you can shoot me if you’d like, but it’d be rather annoying.” He took another breath of his hand-wrapped drug, the exhaled smoke thicker this time. “I believe several of them to have sustained severe head trauma in the past. It is not their fault that they are slow, but it also makes them difficult to commune with. I will concede, though, that some of them are not so bad.”

Hm. Must be hard at hearing. He smiled at the recognition of his talents, puffing up a little. “It is indeed” he confirmed, speaking a bit louder this time. “I just came over to introduce myself. I like to know the other Medics around, since they’re usually the only company worth keeping. I’m sure you’ve realized by now that the general intelligence level of RED and BLU employees is rather... challenged.”

“Viduus. Vee-duhs. Its Roman.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just call me V. Do you want something? Band-aids, or something?”

“Ehhh…” he leaned away from the medic on his shoulder, visibly uncomfortable. “A case of… stomach…. poison flu… is not of… greatest concern…” a smile, though somewhat wary. “Should be fine… thank you.”

V didn’t seem to notice his discomfort, giving a... concerned? frown. “It’s silly not to take something simple to settle your stomach when it’s offered to you. Why suffer when there is such an easy solution presented? It’s not as though I have other patients waiting.”

He tensed up right away when the medic entered his personal space, though tried to relax because… its what he did for everyone, he guessed. But even so, he wasnt exactly… feeling trusting of that tone of voice. “… should be… ok. Just… give me a minute.”

“If you are feeling unwell, by all means, see a Medic, my friend. One of the benefits of this profession is free health care, after all.” His hands were folded behind his back, a cool smile on his face. “From caring professionals. Such as myself. I’m one of the best medics on these bases, even. You are in safe hands...”

He doesnt seem to be doing so hot today. Not as bad as before he left but he has to sit down for a bit anyway. Dizziness can be a bitch.

Viduus walked surprisingly silently for a fairly big man, and he seemed to appear behind Prawn from nowhere, chin hovering over the Spy’s shoulder. “Are you quite alright, friend?” The tone of his purr implied considerably less concern than the words themselves.