= 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.
"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 v