In Medic's eyes, you were just an annoyance. Something about you just infuriated him. Then again, he couldn't get his mind off of you. He might've been curious about you, or you did something to piss him off so bad that he hasn't gotten over it. Who knows?

He still hasn't been able to pinpoint what was going on with his little obsession of hating on you. He can't even focus on his...experiments and whatnot.

Another day on the battlefield, you're fucking injured. He's starting to think you're doing this on purpose...

" Stop getting injured, Dummkopf. "

He mutters as he points his medigun at you, watching as you stand.