Dianocax

I had been looking for quite some time, analysing each contour of Medic's features in a trance like state. It was easy to lose myself as his details engrained vividly into my memory but staring made it all to obvious to some. A hand placed firmly on my shoulder as I flinched and tilted my head round to see Sniper, looking cheerful and considerate as always. "You should tell him" he smiled, looking from the doctor back to my stern expression. I bit lightly on the inside of my lip and calmly hid my embarrassment in an attempt to look as nonchalant as humanly possible. Sniper spoke iconically with his stereotypical Australian accent "Poor fella.

Once Engie had left my room after our little chat, I laid myself down on my bed, Staring at the ceiling. My eye's found a spot on the white fixture and stared at it, letting my mind wander about the Medic. He was a mysterious man that's for sure. And he was pretty furious with me when I didn't let him heal my wounds. But that doesn't explain this last time around when I did ask for help and he didn't. "ARRG!" I screamed out and rolled over onto my face, Burying my head into cream colored pillow. Maybe Engineers right. I should probably talk to him. But I don't want things to get worse! My stomach turned at the thought of confronting the Ger

I had been looking for quite some time, analysing each contour of Medic's features in a trance like state. It was easy to lose myself as his details engrained vividly into my memory but staring made it all to obvious to some. A hand placed firmly on my shoulder as I flinched and tilted my head round to see Sniper, looking cheerful and considerate as always. "You should tell him" he smiled, looking from the doctor back to my stern expression. I bit lightly on the inside of my lip and calmly hid my embarrassment in an attempt to look as nonchalant as humanly possible. Sniper spoke iconically with his stereotypical Australian accent "Poor fella.

         I died today. It wasn't exactly the most ordinary of deaths; though I guess it also wasn't the most extraordinary, either. I was simply walking along, minding my own business, when I slipped in a puddle of water. ...and fell down a flight of stairs. I wish the janitor had put up a "wet floor sign." I guess I can understand why he didn't, though. Maybe he couldn't find the sign. Or, maybe he didn't even know that the puddle was there. Or he could have just been lazy. Well, either way, I am now dead. Thanks for that. I feel bad for the sixth grader who found me. He was just walking along, minding his own business just like I was,