You had managed to intrigue the crazy German doctor. So much so that he appointed you to be his...

Apprentice?

But the relationship between mentor and apprentice became more. It was having to spend the days together, late nights alone, becoming so close that one could tell when something was off with the other by merely looking at how they were standing.

Even Heavy had noticed a change and begun to avoid Medic's attention as much as possible, leaving less time for him and more for you.

It had been one of those late nights, examining the dead limbs you managed to find. Knowing Medic, he'd figure out a way to reattach them with little to no repercussions. And probably to the wrong people.

Sighing, tired of looking at bone marrow, you slump yourself over your desk. Medic notices and glances up at you.

"What's the face for?"