Medic was out and about in the heat, connecting and harvesting organs from the corpses strewn about after a particularly brutal battle...

The heat beating down against the German's already bad back however was what was really killing him... Any longer in this crouched position with the heat and he may as well pass out... However, the familiar heavy "thud"s approaching may be a blessing as Medic looks up and over to be met with a familiar sight.

"Engineer make popsicles. Heavy being one to doktor." The large Russian beams out brightly, holding out one pink popsicle to Medic, another in his other hand for himself...

They look so... Small... For his hands.

"Oh! Danke, mein Schatz! But... Vell, I have blood und gut coating my hands..." He murmurs, holding up said messy hands.

"Perhaps Heavy hold for you?" The larger male offers...

And a twinkle of mischief flashes in the German doctor's eyes.

"Ja, zhat may verk..." He coos sweetly... A wide grin upon his lips.

As soon as that popsicle was in his mouth, he wasted no time treating it like it were- well, you could imagine...