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Characters: RED Sniper (hasstandards), BLU Sniper (bye_to_yer_head), RED Pyro (notintehkitchen), Chibiterasu (chibibrushheir), and you!*
When: Mid-December
Where: Hospital
Rating: PGish
Summary: RED Sniper awakens in the hospital, having been dragged there after his rescue. His injuries are severe, but he's about to get some visitors.

* Feasibly, he could have several visitors with the span of time he

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"I'd believe it, giving how I'm feeling right about now," Sniper said miserably, still feeling dull throbs emanating from his more serious injuries. His nose was the worst of all, though given his recent lack of control over his temper, he supposed it shouldn't have been a surprise. Every sneer and grimace sent another wave through him, renewing the headache building behind his eyes.

He eyed the syringe warily. He'd never been übercharged before, and wasn't sure what to expect; it wasn't something he felt like admitting at that point, though given his position on the team, he wasn't exactly the best choice for it. He suspected it was likewise on the other RED teams. He filled the silence, wanting to cover his trepidation. "I s'ppose I should be thankful they managed to piece me back together at all."

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"That's right," Sniper said. "Four years, about." He moved his eyes, averting them from the needle. He loathed that feeling of utter dependence, that need for care when he lacked the ability to take care of himself; however, the constant pain running through his limbs pushed him toward uneasy compliance. He took a breath- he could suffer it for now. He had no other choice.

He assumed Pyro had told Medic about his being from Sawmill; however, he couldn't recall if she'd mentioned where the doctor himself had been stationed. "You?"

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Hydro, one of the fields Sniper hadn't yet seen. Or would never see, if things were as bad as he expected and they weren't able to return to their time. He wanted to question Medic about it, but was cut off by the needle being pushed into his arm sharply. The liquid that was drained into him burned briefly as it laced his bloodstream, the fire giving way to a tingling sensation; after that came nothing at all as his skin and muscles began to relax and numb

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Ire rose in Sniper, bubbling in his chest as Medic's threats continued, that horrid garment being brought into the conversation. He shifted as the feeling of the medicine in him continued to claw its way up, his shoulder burning next.

"Sounds like a threat, Doc," Sniper said between breaths, his eyes hardening. "If you want this family job so bad, you can have it. I didn't ask for any of this."

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Medic's tone did not go unnoticed, though any reply Sniper had prepared died before it escaped him as he tried to cut off a groan that pushed out of him, that fiery sensation scaling down the side of his ribcage. He felt his heart beginning to pound in his chest; he took a deep breath in reaction, trying to slow it down.

That left him with no answer for Medic's question- not that it was an easy one to answer even with a clear head. He'd been puzzling over that one since his rescue, even as he was bleeding onto his rival's shoulder, his life dependent on the other man's aid. He grimaced, reminded again of his own incapacity as he was trapped in the hospital- apparent freedom was only feet away, but he had no way of getting to it.

He said nothing, but kept his eyes trained on the doctor beside his bed. He wasn't sure he wanted to hear his opinion on the matter.

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Sniper's teeth gritted together as he met with his inward frustration; it welled in his gut, climbing into his chest like a creature making a nest. He didn't want to hear any more about how he owed his life to a man he was paid to kill, how he would have to eventually cross that bridge and deal with the conflict that was building inside him; however, he'd already found he couldn't move from the bed, his leg stuck in the prop, his left arm completely useless in the cast that bound it. With nowhere to go to vent, his vehemence manifested itself as a retort.

"Didn't do anyone a favor?" he snapped. "You sure about that? Sounds to me like you're both workin' for the same woman. Keep me in one piece so her precious little feelings don't get hurt? If you two like her so much, you can have her. I don't need her here, dressin' me up and pettin' me like some sort of a dog, insisting I eat. We're not friends, we're not family- we're not even comrades, as far as I'm concerned! We don't got the job in this wretched place, so we've got no

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Sniper's breath quickened as that burning feeling began to pool in his chest. For a moment, he could have sworn he felt it push through the channels in his heart as it thundered in him, sending the concoction coursing through his neck