Who: BLUMedic and both Engies
When: Right after their fight
Where: The BLU workshop

The phonecall had stunned him into action. God only knew what had happened down in the workshop, but he could just imagine several shocking scenes. Engineer loosing his hand, a foot, breaking bones, cartilage, huge gashes...

He grabbed his supplies (bandages, splints, painkillers, antibiotics and anti-inflammatory pills, implements and various other things) and stowed them away in a handy bag just right for this sort of occasion. Throwing the medigun and pack a disdainful look as he passed by, the German doctor hurried towards the scene of the 'accident' hoping to be in time.

Throwing open the door, he almost yelled in horror. As it was, he grunted instead. He'd been expecting...anything but this. Two damaged Engineers, and it was painfully obvious who'd gotten the worst beating of the two. The concious one was awake, and able to look after himself for the moment. He was more concerned about the RED on the floor. Dropping the bag he went to his side, biting down on his own lip at the bloody sight.

"Oh gott, vhat heff you done?" He didn't want to touch him, it just looked so painful. He almost wished he'd brought that blasted gun, just this once. Almost. He could still fix this however. Medic carefully wiped away a little of the blood to see the injuries, frowning at the dark circles beneath the eyes. The scent of fresh bile caught his attention. Fractured skull? He hoped not, he wouldn't be able to send him back to the RED base like that, especially not to Pepin of all things. Neck brace, why didn't I bring a neck brace?! Nevermind, it was too late now, all he could do patch him up with that he had, stabilise them both and get RED some serious treatment upstairs.