"You had better been."
HE steps aside to let the man in, the scowl not leaving his face. He already disliked this particular Heavy for disturbing him, but as it seemed, he actually was in need of a Medic. Why he had to ask him of all people though, he did not know.
"Come in, make sure not to trail your blood everywhere. Especially not my boots." He emphasized his words by stomping his feet a little. "Close the door behind you and lay down on the table."
"Yes, Doktor.", he says. He continues to apply pressure to his wound as he walks in, turning to close the door behind him. The Heavy does as he’s told and climbs onto the examination table and lays down.
He looks back to make sure that he wasn’t trailing blood anywhere. He dislikes making a mess as much as the Medic does, but sometimes he fails to notice it when he’s as huge as he is.
"You said there was a Spy in the base." Klaus asked, turning on the Medigun and pulling it a little closer. "How did he come in? Did he take anything?" He dragged the toe of his boot over the floor, tracing the pattern on the tiled floor. "Why was he here? Why did you think you'd want to try and beat a man with a gun in a fistfight? We have an alarm system."
He wasn't looking at his patient as he spoke, sorting several jars containing a greenish liquid and what seemed to be pieces of meat floating inside instead.
