It's a little fuzzy now... How the two German medics had arrived to be in this particular predicament...

Ludwig, the RED Medic, wandering around somewhere behind the upright operation table. Gathering syringes and scalpels...

With Fritz, the BLU Medic, strapped down and opened up... Though, of course, not feeling pain thanks to the Medi-gun.

"You are so quiet mein Freund!" Croons Ludwig from somewhere behind. "Are you comfortable? Hm?"

Fritz, of course, wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. On one hand, no. He wasn't. His insides were open on display. On the other, it only felt like quick pricks about inside him...

"Ah! Here it is... Zhe perfect scalpel!" And like that, Ludwig was in front of Fritz again... His hands moving to tighten the straps holding Fritz down before getting right back into the dissection...