Respawn

= Prologue =

"Scout? Scout! Wake up mon ami....e've got to move! Medi..zhere eez.."
What was going on? Who was that? Scout knew he already knew the voice, but he couldn't think of the name that went with it. His mind was a jumble of thoughts and darkness, added with a numbed sensation of pain.

The voice he had heard kept tuning in and out, Scout tried hard to focus using all of his will power to resist the tempting pull of the darkness, but ultimately failed and his mind was lost to the pull of slumber.

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"Hez coming too! He vill be groggy, zo no loud noizes verstanden?"
Scout's mind was starting to piece everything together, that voice belonged to... the German man known as Medic?

"Caint I eben geev 'im aye BIG 'ug?" that intoxicated sounding sentence was followed by a laugh, and the sounds of gulping like someone was drinking. A lot. That voice belonged to the Scottish man known as Demoman?

As Scout's mind started to clear of the foggy mist that enveloped it he heard more voices, excited for his waking. Why where so many people gathered around him?

What had happened?

Scout tried to lift the heavy lids that covered his eyes, after some effort he succeeded, to see a gathering of people around him. He was in a hospital. He could tell by the white walls, the white tiled floor - and he was obviously in a hospital bed.

"Leetle Scout is okay!" whispered a large - huge to be more precise - man to his right. The man was known as Heavy, due to his best friend Sasha - his minigun that he treated like... well a person. He was the heavy weapons guy.  The Medic shushed him quickly. Whispering for the gentle giant wasn't whispering at all, it was just like a real dull roar.

"Sorry"  the Russian teddy bear replied, his apology barely audible.

"What in the nine fucks happened?" Scout held his head, it was throbbing with a numbed pain, and once the medicine wore off he would be hellishly sore. Scout was known for his quickness - and lack of thought, and bad tongue. He offended people more often than not.
"Dhar was a.... battle."

Scout gave a slow nod, wincing from the pain; he knew that - they were always in fights. This was a war after all. a useless one, but a war none the less. "No shit Sherlock - what happened IN the fight?" The members of his team looked at each other "Little scout doesn't remember?"

Medic patted the saddened Russian on the back "do not vorry, amnisia iz normal after zhat type of...injury."

Shaking his head, confused by the statement, he looked at the people gathered around him. There was Heavy trying his best to whisper, there was Demoman drunk already, the Medic who was keeping him alive, other than the three who had spoken there was a man standing to his left, completely coved in a fireproof suit - Pyro.  When scout looked at him the man gave a muffled response with a wave, no one could ever tell what pyro was really saying so they guessed most of the time.

At the back of the room stood two others, they looked relived to see Scout alive, but not as giddy and expressive as the others, Sniper, and Engineer.  Sniper stood drinking his coffee with a smile. The cup said "#1 Sniper" on it. Sniper was also bandaged, not injured but scrapes and bruises. Engineer, also known as Engie to Scout and some others, stood happy, grinning he was also bandaged like the Sniper.

Scout looked at them all again. There was only 7 of them, and that was counting himself. There was supposed to be 9. He paled at this; his heart seemed to skip a beat, and then he remembered the voice...

Medic sighed and grabbed Demoman and Heavy, saying to everyone that was gathered; "Dar scout needs his rest. vow leave!" he moved them all outside before any of them could argue he picked up his bone saw from the table threateningly, then turned to Scout "Rest, Ja?" then he left with the others.

Scout knew that medic had done that because of his reaction, because he didn't remember. He was giving him time to recollect his memories by resting.  So Scout did just that, he laid his head on the pillow.

"Who was missing?" he muttered before sleep over took his exhausted body, and he started to dream,

No, he started to remember.