First, the picture that inspired the story:
Now, here's the story behind it all, written in the perspective of the Scout.
by Gizmo.
I had just arrived in the resupply room. I got my ammo, got my health, and I was good to go. So I strapped my scattergun on my back, and started heading out to the enemy battlements. I got to the edge of our own, and jumped. Little did I know, that sniper was waiting for me. I heard the gun fire, and the next thing I knew, I was missing a leg. I fell out of the air, bumping my head on the roof over the bridge. I hit the ground with a loud thud, knocking the air out of my chest. I couldn't move. The pain was excruciating. All I could do was lie there in agony and wait for someone to save me.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, a brave Medic rushed to my rescue. However, it was too dangerous to stay there while he healed me, for there was a great battle being fought nearby. There weren't many options, and I was quickly losing blood. And with every passing second, the pain was getting worse. He had to get me to a safer place to cure my wounds, so he took me to the only place available. He picked me up and carried me, as he jumped into the water beneath the bridge, hoping that the sewers were empty. He was in a race against time, and he now had to worry about the contaminated sewer water infecting what was left of my leg.
Luckily, we made it into the sewers before my wounds got any worse. Upon examining what had happened, he realized that he couldn't simply sew my leg back on. All he could do was attach a bionic leg in its place. Since that day, I've kept going on with my duty as a Scout, now knowing that if anything would ever happen to me again, my trusty Medic would be there to save me, once again.
The Story of the Medic and the Scout. 
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