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Tarlae was getting sick of this, and the movement of the tiny medic caught her eye. Without warning the Sniper vanished from the argument, grabbed the jar, and ran down the hall. Climbing up the ladder she jostled the jar a lot more than she’d planned–and even more so when she tripped. The jar didn’t go flying but its occupant was shaken up due to the fall.

“Augh…bloody hell…” the Sniper hissed.

His body flew to the other side of the jar when it was falling down on the ground. Smacking his face against the cold glass as they were screaming about- falling back down to the other side of the jar as his body was getting seriously beaten up. Patches moaned as he rubbed his head. It hurt to even move though he did try to crawl to the jar’s top.

ask-fem-snipes:

The base was even louder than usual. All because they’d caught that annoying little healing medic. And by little they meant little. As in six inches. Now the entire RED team was there arguing over who should take the tiny healer into battle. He was currently stuck in a jar that he had been hastily thrown into, and that jar bounced and vibrated as the men and one woman screamed and cursed at each other.
@askborrowermedic

And this is why the little guy hated being spotted. Being napped and locked into a glass cage was not how he wanted to spend his week end. Patches pounded on the glass and tried to break it but only ended up with a sore shoulder. He slid down the edge and onto his knees as he felt the vibrations of the giant’s yelling. Holding his head down with his knees scrunched up to his face, just wanting it to be over already.