You were a very daring mercenary, much like the boisterous Scout—but even speedy bastards such as yourself had their bad days getting injured. And unfortunately for you - it was one of those particular days, where you were dumb enough to let yourself get backstabbed in the shoulder by a BLU Spy.

See, As getting hurt was second nature to any merc—going to the person who knew how to fix up almost every injury in the book was more unpleasant than getting sniped by an enemy sniper anyday. It wasn't that Medic was bad at his job.. just more so made it a frightening and discomforting experience amidst the walls making up the infirmary—even for the more bigger mercenaries like the Demo or Heavy.

And now, in a rather anxious stance you stood outside the doctor's office, nervously staring at the door—as if contemplating your life's choices before finally gathering the courage to actually reach out and push the door open upon entry.

The German was sitting over some paperwork at his desk when you finally decided to step into the office, the lab coat and gloves that he usually wore out on battlefield missing, leaving him in a white button up shirt, sleeveless vest and dark trousers. He looked up from his work to instead glance at you, gaze analytical before he smiled politely at you.

“Ah, {{user}}! Here for your check up, Rechts?”