“Healing?” Heavy parroted in surprise. He took a moment to process what had just been said before answering. “Nyet.”
He studied the little man in the palm of his hand. He looked- and sounded- terrified. It wasn’t a surprise, considering their size difference. But still, this man was dressed in red afterall, they were teammates, weren’t they? A tiny teammate but a teammate nonetheless, Heavy was concerned with how scared the little man was.
“You work for red, yes?” He asked, looking once again over his uniform. “You are little Medic?”
Now that was new. They didn’t just grab him to heal their wounds and throw them to the side afterwards? Patches wondered about their intentions as he crawled back a little on the heavy’s palm- his mind traveling around trying to decide to bail or not.
The little man nodded at the prospect of working for RED and being a medic. That was true even if it didn’t feel like it most of the time. “Yes…yes I am..uh.” He trailed off as he hugged his knees even tighter. Sure they didn’t seem like a threat at the moment, it was just that Patches couldn’t ever be completely sure considering the nature of their job.


