"H-hold up..." the scout managed to get out as he felt himself flickering in and out of consciousness. "Ain't you doctors supposed to not hurt people or something? I remember you took some kind of hypocritic oath, right?"
The Medic chuckled and spoke softly to the younger man beneath his weight.
"Ja. Zat is true. However I lost my licence to practice medicine some time ago. Funny story, really. Perhaps you would like to hear it sometime?"
He eyed the medic's weapon as it gently tugged at his dogtags and managed his best possible snarky voice.
"What the hell... you got yerself a captive audience, Doc. Let's hear it."
Great pic. Love the expressions here. Lots of story potential.