Ach, it's embarrassing. Being fairly new to the Badlands, I am not the best of Medics, and I have a bit of difficulty healing myself while in the heat of battle. So there I was, trying my best to hide behind a Demoman, when he decides that now would be the perfect time to charge forward into the BLUs' territory. I had no idea what was going on until I went flying right into a wall. I love my Quick-Fix, I really do, but a girl needs a bit of warning before you launch her into concrete.



Anyway, I have to practically peel my face off the wall. While I'm doing that, this BLU Sniper takes a potshot at my torso. To say that I was in pain would be quite the understatement. As I said earlier, I'm not that great at healing myself yet, so I have three choices: run to our other Medic, find a dispenser, or somehow get back to the resupply cabinet. Our second Medic was a bit preoccupied with trying to extinguish himself. Can't bother him. That BLU Sniper, my potshotting pursuer, kept destroying my Engie's buildings as soon as they went up. There goes option two.



I'm running about like a crazy person, screaming for assistance and struggling to keep my blood inside my ribcage. Just when I think I'll make it behind the spawn door, I hear beeping. And laughter. The sort of laughter that you hear and immediately know, "I am a dead Med." That unbelievably cruel BLU Engineer has his sentry wrangled. I'm moving too quickly to change directions. There is nowhere for me to go as three shots come barreling toward me.



The first two miss, burying themselves in the dust behind me.



The third buries itself in my ankle.



I fall to the ground, unable to walk any further. The most I can do is scoot backwards and hope for the best. Bumping into something, I realize that I've hit a pair of legs, and I look up. There's a pair of yellow aviators looking down at me from above a blue shirt.



And then I respawned.