You awoke with a groan, your head pounding and your vision blurred. You looked around, seeing about nine different people look down at you. The first you recognized Medic, and he was standing over you. “Ja…I vould imagine my head hurting too.” he laughed, his German accent laying on his words.

“You need help gettin’ up there, partner?” Engineer asked, his hand stretched out. Everyone was there. Scout, Heavy, Pyro, Spy, Medic, Engineer, Demoman, Soldier, and Sniper. Some looked concerned.