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What They Don't Teach You in Med School, a team fortress 2 fanfic | FanFiction

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fortyeahteamfortress2:

A good old Heavy/Medic sadfic by our buddy Skooth.

(If Alzheimer’s upsets you, skip this one.)

Oh hey this is making rounds again.

i still don’t really get why this is so popular, honestly. i mean it’s flattering but i threw it together in like half an hour.

I can’t say why anyone else likes it because I don’t read minds, but this is why I’m fond of it:

  • It takes a different angle to telling us about a love story. We see it only from the outside, decades into the future. New perspectives in fiction are always attractive; they give us someone else’s side to a story that we already know. 
  • It’s concise. Not that sprawling epics aren’t great, but it has punch. It’s an anecdote about learning compassion that, in its brevity, cuts deeply. Each word has a feeling of intent. Each detail here means something. Everything here is here for a reason.
  • It strikes a balance between things said and things unsaid. We don’t know much about our narrator. We don’t know much about the relationship between this Heavy and his Medic: how exactly it began, how it ended, the thousand thousand moments that flesh out a relationship. We see one moment near the end of a life, and it shines a light on what could have happened before then. We’re left to imagine what did happen, and one of the great powers of writing is knowing how much to leave up to the reader’s imagination. This piece strikes a good balance between what it tells/shows us and what it leaves up to our imaginations. 
  • It’s a meditation on the power of memory to touch us. That’s a thing we all feel something about.

In addition I am a sap and love anything Heavy/Medic.

damn.

For real though this is like the only fic to almost make me cry that is an accomplishment.

dinosaursaresocool asked:

Hanna bursts through the door of the Medic's office, out of breath but he doesn't have time to slow down. "M-Mister Aldous, please help!" He runs to the man and pulls on his arm to get him to follow. "It's Alexei, h-he's at the greenhouse and he's on the ground an-and he's not waking up. His heart feels strange. P-Please help, hurry!"

zehypocriticaloath:

booletsandblossoms:

zehypocriticaloath:

WAS WILLST—-“

Aldous had jumped upon hearing the door bang open. The documents that were in his hand fell, scattering to the four corners of the medbay, or so it seemed. Instantly his heart had surged up into his throat.

Inhaling, he looked down and saw the boy. Hanna? The child, yes. He knew who this was. He could read the panic in his eyes, and in his voice.

"Alexei—-?" His heart, the one currently lodged in his throat, plummeted down into the pit of his stomach. "Take me to him, NOW!"

Screw the documents. He was grabbing some tools and medical utensils, and he was shoving them in a bag.

He was where he was left, still, unconscious, breath shallow, heartbeat erratic. He is so pale.

It’s surreal to see him this way, here, surrounded by warm, green life. Everything in this greenhouse is healthy and cared for- not just the plants, but every human being who ever set foot in here was always as well tended by the steadfast gardener as the blossoms and leaves.

Perhaps he spent so much effort caring for and protecting other living things that he neglected the toll it took on himself.

He was so happy that little Hanna knew of the greenhouse. Then again, he was happy that the large Russian showed the kid (including the adult Hanna) the greenhouse. Alexei was always known to be there. It was a fail safe spot to find the gardener. If Aldous ever needed him, he could go there to look for him. And the place, itself, was safe. Rather fortified. 

But now it was a rather ominous sounding place. If Alexei had fallen ill so suddenly, and it was a serious enough case to send this poor child to frantically look for him, then something was up. The greenhouse didn’t seem so friendly at the moment.

Aldous rushed towards the place, keeping Hanna in sight. He didn’t want to lose the child. As much as the snows had finally melted, their environment could still be classified as a sort of thawed out tundra—-grass, trees. And wildlife. Plenty of it.

Listen, no one wants to see a child mauled by a mountain bear.

Speaking of ‘bears’, Aldous called for Alexei as soon as he approached the greenhouse. He called for him, hoping to get some sort of response. Whether it be a grunt, or an actual set of words, it’d be a sign that he was awake. That was something to work with, to say the least.

And then he saw him. Pale, breathing erratic. He swore he was showing signs of some sort of stroke, or heart attack. It was hard to say, though, from where he stood, right in the doorway.

"ALEXEI!"

Some time ago, Alexei had nearly frozen to death in a blizzard. He had been literally on the brink of living and dying, and had seen before him a great field of flowers in bloom, a massive, lush garden, forever balmy and peaceful. It was a place free of pain and fear.

He sees that garden again now, again is beckoned to it. But again, he refuses to set foot into it, for to do so would mean he could never return to the life he knew. Too many people needed him, and he loved too many to leave them behind just yet.

Alexei turns away from the sunlit garden, and slowly opens his eyes, slightly, to reality. His chest feels like it’s on fire, he feels very weak. But he sees. He sees Hanna, and he hears Aldous call his name.

"…doktor… tiny brother… am sorry… vill…"

He tries to rise.

dinosaursaresocool asked:

Hanna bursts through the door of the Medic's office, out of breath but he doesn't have time to slow down. "M-Mister Aldous, please help!" He runs to the man and pulls on his arm to get him to follow. "It's Alexei, h-he's at the greenhouse and he's on the ground an-and he's not waking up. His heart feels strange. P-Please help, hurry!"

zehypocriticaloath:

WAS WILLST—-“

Aldous had jumped upon hearing the door bang open. The documents that were in his hand fell, scattering to the four corners of the medbay, or so it seemed. Instantly his heart had surged up into his throat.

Inhaling, he looked down and saw the boy. Hanna? The child, yes. He knew who this was. He could read the panic in his eyes, and in his voice.

"Alexei—-?" His heart, the one currently lodged in his throat, plummeted down into the pit of his stomach. "Take me to him, NOW!"

Screw the documents. He was grabbing some tools and medical utensils, and he was shoving them in a bag.

He was where he was left, still, unconscious, breath shallow, heartbeat erratic. He is so pale.

It’s surreal to see him this way, here, surrounded by warm, green life. Everything in this greenhouse is healthy and cared for- not just the plants, but every human being who ever set foot in here was always as well tended by the steadfast gardener as the blossoms and leaves.

Perhaps he spent so much effort caring for and protecting other living things that he neglected the toll it took on himself.

All Is Well

Safe.

Jayce was back. Jayce was strong and terrifying. He also loved the boys. They were safe.

Hanna was back. He was worse for wear but he had many looking after him. So many who loved him. It was good. Love was good. He thought he’d heard rumblings of someone killing William. He was gone for now. Hanna was safe.

Hanna.

He hadn’t gone with him. Hadn’t protected him. Hadn’t found him. It was the second time that the boy had nearly died on his watch. How many more times would he fail to prevent this sort of thing, and which time would be the last time he’d see Hanna alive?

twist

The pain was twice as intense as last time. He didn’t have any more of Pearl’s medicine. He didn’t want any more anyway, not when he saw what making it did to her.

Alexsander must hate him for that.

TWIST.

It was like flipping a switch. He gasped once, made a choked sound, and fell to the ground with a great thud. There is a shatter of terra cotta as he catches an empty flowerpot on the way down and it hits the ground as soon as he does.

At least, he thinks, this didn’t happen while Hanna was still missing, and while the children were in danger. That would have been awful.

And then he doesn’t think anything, everything swallowed by black.

elitebouncer:

Hey everyone!!

I stopped playing TF2 a while ago and realized I have a bunch of hats/items sitting around, so why not give them away? There are items for every character, and some are probably more valuable than others but whatever, free stuff, right?

ITEMS YOU CAN WIN:

all class:

  • tour of duty ticket
  • haunted quoth
  • towering titanium pillar of hats
  • merc’s muffler (austrailium gold)
  • one refined metal

scout:

  • strange flying guillotine
  • backwards ball-cap
  • haunted terrier trousers
  • random regular scout weapon

sniper:

  • strange sniper rifle (silver botkiller, mk. II)
  • strange kukri
  • genuine anger
  • birdman of austrailiacatraz
  • wet works (crafted)
  • koala compact
  • outback intellectual
  • random regular sniper weapon

soldier:

  • killer’s kabuto & half-zatoichi (purple)
  • liberty launcher/reserve shooter/market gardener
  • black box/battalion’s backup
  • helmet without a home & beggar’s bazooka
  • brawling buccaneer

demo:

  • persian persuader/ali baba’s wee booties
  • scottish resistance/sticky jumper
  • scottish handshake/ullapool caber/eyelander/claidheamh mor

medic:

  • strange crusader’s crossbow/amputator
  • festive crusader’s crossbow/amputator
  • overdose/quick-fix/solemn vow
  • blighted beak (drably olive)
  • platinum pickelhaube (value of teamwork)

heavy:

  • tough guy’s toque/holiday punch
  • outdoorsman (crafted)
  • soviet stitch-up
  • bunsen brave
  • 3 random heavy weapons

pyro:

  • rainblower/lollichop
  • strange fire axe
  • strange neon annihilator
  • pyromancer’s mask (mann co. orange)
  • metal slug

spy:

  • diamondback/l’etranger/enforcer
  • big-earner/eternal reward/spy-cicle
  • harmburg/frenchman’s beret (crafted)
  • cut-throat concierge/hat of cards (concierge is crafted)

engineer:

  • beep boy
  • barnstormer
  • everyone’s favorite short-circuit

BONUS! I looked up lists of the worst tf2 weapons and i have some so here they are as a “”“”bonus”“” prize!

phlogistinator/brass beast/sun-on-a-stick/eviction notice/gunboats

ALRIGHT TIME FOR THE RULES EVERYONE’S FAVORITE PART

  1. reblog this ONCE
  2. likes count
  3. no giveaway blogs
  4. you have to actually play tf2
  5. check out my inventory to see that it’s legit (for you skeptics)
  6. i’ll be using rng to pick the winners
  7. 5 winners!!
  8. First place: 3 sets of your choice
  9. Second Place: 3 sets of your choice
  10. Third Place: 2 sets of your choice
  11. Fourth Place: Remaining sets
  12. Fifth Place: "Bonus Prize"
  13. THIS ENDS ON MAY 5TH 2014 11:59 PM CST
  14. THIS ENDS ON MAY 5TH 2014 11:59 PM CST
  15. THIS ENDS ON MAY 5TH 2014 11:59 PM CST

good luck, have fun!!

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