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The Scout's Bandages chapter 8

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"A Gift, Then Rampage"

Wow already at chapter 8, hope it's not too confusing with everything going on and you guys are enjoying the story!

Another day has passed, and the RED Team sat around the table in the Rec Room. They finished with their meals and conversed with each other. All stayed except for Jack, who left as soon as he was done.

"Oi, I'm startin' to get concerned about the wee lad." Billy said as everyone else turned around and stared at him.

"DA!" Boris almost roared over the table, getting everyone's attention, "Little boy not eat in two days! Why does he not like food anymore? It is sad day without tiny Nick..."

"Mhh phh trrr mkkk hph hhm?" Miguel questioned, muffling through his gas mask.

"I already tried bringing him food, dude. He wouldn't eat and said something about not being hungry. I mean like…C'mon! He has to be freakin' starvin' for God's sake!" Michael said as he threw his arms up annoyed.

"I think I know the source of the problem, gentlemen." Phillíp folded his hands in front of his face and looked around.

"Alright, mate, don't make a bloody cliffhanger here…That would kinda would be a bad choice." Will said and arched a brow.

"Have you noticed his eating ceased after the incident with Jack?" The Spy inquired.

There was some mumbling around the table in response to Phillíp's words.

"Ja, I have. Jack made him furious right in front of everyone, I tried to talk to him about it yesterday, but he refused to speak." Hans answered as he cleaned his glasses with the collar of his coat and placed them back on.

"You think he really was that badly treated, mate? I know he is scared and everything, but this just seems a bit extreme." Will questioned, frowning a bit.

Hans arched an eyebrow towards Will. "Vhat Ich vill tell you now, Herr Will, is not nice and vill not leave ze room ve are sitting in." He looked around the room sternly at individual present and continued, "Ve all remember vhen Nick came to us in zhat box. Ve all thought at first he vas a doll, his legs very long and feminine, elegant hands and long fingers. Even though half of his face vas covered by ze beanie, he still vas a being just like ze rest of us. There is something I have not told you about his body conditions, though." Hans let out a heavy sigh and let his eyes wander around the room.

"Hey, Doc, I think we all get that Nick's a guy and not some plastic toy." Michael rolled his eyes.

Hans shook his head and continued. "Nein, foolish kind. After I sent everyone out of the infirmary I started ze first checkup, I vas overwhelmed and ztarled to zee ze worst body condition I've zeen in years." he had stopped to scratch the back of his head.

"Can you explain how bad it was, Doctor?" Phillíp asked and gave him a nod to continue.

"There were old and new scars all over his legs and bruises on his arms and torso. Ze cuts on his legs had resulted in a very nasty infection, and although his body is trying to fight zhen, I am afraid zhere vill be zome permanent damage. I had also zuspected zhat he had been raped multiple times vith ze large bruises on his inner thighs and hips." Hans explained.

Most of the men around just stared into the thin air. Sam was clenching his fists, Phillíp's eyes narrowed with such anger, and Michael just stared at his feet while trying to resist saying any funny comments.

"I think I owe him my life." Michael said lowly, crossing his arms to his chest.

The men's attention went to him, watching the Scout shift uncomfortably.

"What ya mean, son? Ya haven't talked to him since two days ago." Sam questioned as he sat back in his chair.

"At first, I was assigned to the BLU Team. But two days before I left from home, I got a letter saying that I transferred to the REDs because the BLUs had found another to take my original place. Basically, what happened to Nick, could had just as easily have happened to me..." Michael started to tremble at the horrible thought.

"Da, Michael is okay, but does he feel bad for littler Scout?" Boris gently places his large hand on the boy's small shoulders for comfort.

"Yeah man, of course I do! Fuck, man! I've seen a bunch of shit 'round here. But for some strange reason, Nick gets to me. Normally, I wouldn't even flinch if someone got his head smashed in front of me, but I can't help myself when I'm around him." Michael looked around him as he watched heads silently nod.

"I have to agree with Michael on that one. There is something about that kid, besides the red purple-ish eyes and a tongue piercing." Sam shook his head lightly in his seat as he listed Nick's unusual traits.

"I have to correct you on zhat one, mein hard-hat friend." Hans looked Sam in the eyes.

"Mmrr thh nnn?"Miguel looked at Hans with a confused tone.

"Ja, he has more zhen one body piercing, he actually have four." Hans explained with silence followed after him.

"I only saw one, Doc, where is the rest then?" Billy glanced blankly at the Medic.

"Ve all know about zhe one in his tongue, but he also has one each nipple and one in his…penis." Hans coughed as he mentioned the last one.

Michael flinched as he places his hands over his crotch. "Fuck...Why the hell would he do that to himself?"

"I do not zhink he chose to do it himself, Herr Scout. I believe zhat was ze work of ze BLU Medic. I came to zhat conclusion vhen I zaw his reaction vith Herr Phillíp asking about ze piercing on his tongue." Hans clarified as he glanced around at his team, "I will try getting him out off bed. Hopefully, ze news about having his own room vill make Nick feel better." He sighed and walked towards the door, while waving a short goodbye.

As Hans walked out of the room, he could hear the others converse quietly with each other. Although that he could not hear exactly what they were saying, the Medic had no interest. He carefully walked into the infirmary to see the room completely silent with Nick lying on his bed sleeping. Hans approached the sleeping boy and gently rubbed his arm.

The boy opened his eyes and jumped in alarm, being too startled to say anything.

"Easy, Nick. It's just me, do not be alarmed." Hans smiled at the boy.

Nick looked away, still too frightened to move or speak.

"I bring you good news." Hans said.

Nick looked at the Medic, still as silent as he could be.

Hans only smiled at Nick as he continued. "We have finished your room, you can move in right away if you vish."

Nick tilted his head looking confused. "Wait a minute, Doc, you mean I can have a room of my own?" he asked.

Hans patted him on his shoulder and nodded. "Ja, of course. It vill just like you had in on BLU Team." His smile faded when he saw Nick's negative reaction.

The boy had pulled himself away from the Medic and trembling. "I never had a real room. The one that I used to know at the BLU Bas was nothing but a torture chamber." He looked away and curled his hands into tight fists.

"I am zorry for bringing up a sensitive topic. Listen, if you vant to talk, you can always come to me if you like. But ve should get going now." Hans smiled, unsure if Nick was truly feeling.

Nick carefully slipped out from the bed and grabbed the crutches and followed the Medic. Heading out from the infirmary, the two walked down a hallway to the new room. When they had arrived at the sleeping quarters, Hans opened the door and walked in with Nick trailing behind him. With the lights all off in the new room, Nick began to feel wary of the situation. But when the lights switched on, the boy was in total shock. True to the Medic's words, it was a normal room like everyone else's. Complete with a dresser, a large bed, a desk with a chair, a mirror with the same height as he was, and even his bag with own personal stuff, it came to be the perfect room in Nick's view. God damn.. It even had it's own personal bathroom.

"Is this… really all mine, Hans?" The boy looked around in total awe.

"Ja, Herr Nick, and zhere are real clothes in ze dresser, but please vear shorts for now, you still have to wear the bandages for a while vill vait outside if you need anything." Hans couldn't help but chuckle at the boy's surprised reactions as he walked out and closed the door behind him.

Nick's POV-

It was impossible to think that I had something so special all to myself, especially a normal room. The first thing I did was jump on my brand new, surprisingly comfortable bed. But then I noticed a note on my pillow reading:

We hope you like your new room, son. The other fellows and I are starting to miss you during meals and such. When you get this note, we will be sitting in the Rec Room. If you want, you can come join us and you don't have to say a word to anyone. But PLEASE just eat something, anything at all. You're already as skinny as a twig, and you really don't need to lose any more weight on my opinion. Michael will probably want to see your eyes again. In fact, he hasn't mentioned anything about you since you've been gone. But don't worry about it, kid, he's just not very good with personal space. And one last thing, if you need to talk or just want some good company, just knock on my door and I'll open for you. Hope you feel better soon. Sincerely, Sam

I almost cried as I finished reading the touching letter. Even though I was aware that Jack was going to be a problem still, I had to give my team a chance. I sighed as I wiped a single tear from my face, knowing very well that I had to calm down. I opened my new cabinet and I was completely excited to see new and real clothes. As I searched around through the clothes, I imagined myself dancing around like some happy idiot. Inside was a red T-Shirt, a long sleeved black shirt with a zipper and RED logo on the back, black shorts that seemed to reach down to my thighs, and a new, clean black beanie. After I had changed into cleaner and fresher clothes, I glanced over at the mirror. When I wrinkled my nose for a bit, I saw a completely new person from the reflection. I sighed and walked to the door, grabbing my crutches on the way and opened it.

Hans was still standing next to the door and smiled. "Do you like it?"

I sheepishly grinned back at him. "Yeah, it's very cool and all. I like it a lot. Hey, um, is it alright if I go to the Rec Room to hang out with everyone else?"

"Ja, of course." Hans nodded as he started to walk by my side.

-(THIRD POV)-

Michael, Will, Sam and Phillíp sat around a table in the Rec Room. The four of them played cards and talked about everything they knew. When they had heard someone coming in, they turned to see who it was. Jack entered the room with an emotionless expression.

"Need something, m'sieur?" Phillíp asked in a monotone voice and leaned back in his chair.

Jack just grunted and looked around, he walked over too the couch and grabbed his shovel.

"Ah ha! You can't be a shovel-head without your shovel." Michael teased while crossing his arms.

Jack spun around towards the Scout. "What are you trying to say?" He yelled and started walking towards the table they were sitting at.

"Well since you, fag, messed with Nick, he hasn't been eating at all! You're such a dick at times, dude! Why can't you be fuckin' nice to the guy, dicktard?" Michael yelled back as he jumped off his chair.

"Why you little maggot! Come here and I'll show you nice!" Jack clenched the grip around the handle and approached slowly towards Michael.

"Michael, you better bloody run or he'll kill you for sure." Will said low and backed away from the raging Soldier.

Sam also inched away from the angry Jack. "Just run, kid…"

Phillíp stayed put, not saying a word or looking over at the two.

With blind fury, Jack raced towards Michael as he waved his shovel like a maniac. The Scout dodged the swing with ease and bolted out of the room as fast as he could, with Jack after him.

Michael knew very well that he was the fastest runner on his team. As he heard Jack panting from behind him, he turned around briefly. "Yo, chuckle-nuts! You're fuckin' slow as a fuckin' snail!"He laughed, but stopped as he slammed into a crate. The Scout stumbled for a second, barely avoiding the shovel again and trying to regain his balance while running. All he had to do was race to the nearest towards his right corner and he would be temporarily safe from the Soldier. Despite the fact that the hallways were wide and long, Michael knew that Jack wouldn't catch up with him. He glanced over his shoulder to see the Soldier raise his shovel to swing again, but Michael already reached the destined corner. When he had finally made it to the corner, he accidentally ran into Hans, causing the two to fall.

"I got you now, MAGGOT!" Jack snickered, hearing the crash. He swung his shovel once he had turned to the corner, expecting to see Michael's face slam into the shovel. But it was not Michael at all he hit, it was Nick.

Nick didn't get any time to move or even react when the shovel smacked the side of his head. The brute force made him slam to the wall to his left. He brought his hands up to his face and tried to scream, but he couldn't open his mouth since he felt like his jaw was either snapped or broken.

Jack's shovel slipped from his hands with a panicked expression. He immediately knelt next to Nick and grabbed his shoulder. "Son? You okay?"

Nick slowly turned his head towards Jack and smacked the hand away with his free hand, still holding the other one at his jaw.

Jack could see tears stream down the boy's face his muffled pleas. The Soldier turned away of disgust from his own actions. Feeling guilty, he left Nick on the floor and walked away from the scene.

Michael and Hans rushed up to the injured boy seconds later. Hans carefully picked up Nick and carefully placed him and walked as fast as he could to the Medical Bay.

Michael took the crutches and noticed Jack's shovel laying there on floor. Although he did not want to take it, he grabbed it anyway.

They headed to the infirmary as quickly as possible. Hans placed Nick down on a bed and checked his jaw. He pulled out the little flashlight from his pocket and looked at Nick. "Can ve do zhis ze easy way, bitte? You only have to pull your hat up so I can see."

Nick lowered his head and stared silently at the floor. But he nodded slowly and grabbed the beanie with both hands, pulling it just above his eyelids. His red, purple-ish eyes adjusted to the brighter light inside the room.

Hans smiled slightly. "Very Good, Nick. Danke. It vould have been terrible to force you to do things again."

Michael came closer with a very curious expression. "Whoa, dude, that looked so evil, yet so cool… were you born like that?" He was enchanted from the unusual eyes. To him, they were awe inspiring and amazing.

Nick gave him a small nod of approval. He flinched as Hans shined to light into his eyes before he pulled his beanie back down.

"Dein jaw is broken, Nick. I vill use ze Medigun on you, but you won't be able to talk for a couple of days." He walked over to the shelf where his Medigun was stored, he walked back and started the treatment.

The red aura shooting towards Nick did not hurt, but the healing of the broken jaw slightly did.

After a couple of minutes, Hans stopped and checked Nick's jaw again. He shook his head and placed the Medigun back on its shelf. "Just as I zuspected, you need to not move your mouth as much for a vhile." he clarified.

"Hey how you gonna communicate with a broken jaw?" Michael questioned as he looked from Nick to Hans.

Hans pulled out a notebook, a pen and gave it to Nick. "Zhis is how he vould communicate."

Nick wrote 'Danke, Hans.' in the book and showed it to Hans and smiled weakly.

"Zee, Herr Michael? It vorks just fine." Hans reminded, smirking at the Scout.

"Hey doc can I take Nick for a bit?"Michael grinned at Nick. "You know, just to walk around?"

"Ja, But NO more injuries!" Hans growled, "If I zee Nick vith one more broken bone or vound, I vill zee to it personally zhat you, Herr Michael, vill take ze consequences."

Each boy of them gave him a nod of understanding. Michael handed Nick his crutches and guided him out of the room.
Oh my god what is this?! Another chapter? Oh the joy! :D

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oww my jaw hurts from reading this.... about 3 months ago i had jaw surgery, so they purposely broke my lower jaw and re-alined it plus at the same time got my wisdom teeth out. every morning when i wake up my jaw hurts like a bitch, i cant eat all my normal foods and i have a lisp cuz my lower lip and my chin are still kinda numb, like there is some feeling but not all of it.
nick was lucky he only had a few days were he couldnt talk, i had 2 weeks of hudda hudda hu, more like mudda mudda ma cuz i had a splint in between my teeth and tight elastics.
if only the medigun was real cuz my jaw freakin hurts like a bitch.
while reading this chapter my hand was holing my jaw the whole time for the heat to try and sooth the pain. didnt work....
anyway love this story, i think this is like my second or third time reading this :P