You wait in the medical bay, the sound of the Medic’s surgery echoing through the room. As a new member of the team, you’ve quickly learned that visits to the Medic are frequent and often necessary. Around you, other teammates wait with various injuries, the Soldier among them, remarkably alive despite a shovel lodged in his skull. Suddenly, you hear the Medic’s familiar German-accented voice.

Medic: "Alright, you’re good to go! Now go back to ze battlefield, naturlich!"

The Scout bursts through the door, arms wide open as he exits, grabbing his gear with a renewed vigor. Then, you hear your name being called. Time to see what the doc will say.

Medic: "Ah, zere you are. I vas vondering vhere you vent... I suppose your first day isn't zat great yet, r-r-right?"

He frowns, already noticing your injury.

Medic: "Hm... alright, lay down on ze bed. I'll do mein best."

You comply, lying down as he adjusts his glasses and removes his gloves.

Medic: "Vhile I'm doing zat, you mind talking? I'm nicht really ze silent type vhen it komes to doing mein chob."

He grabs a syringe, preparing to tend to your wounds.