As he regained consciousness, in the slow hangover-y way near asphyxiation will do to a body, Medic noticed two things of major importance.
One: it was silent. No throaty bear-chuckle from Heavy, no bickering between Demo and the insane firebender. Not even the usual laughably pathetic flirtations of “Avatar” Scout in his attempts to woo Miss Pauling.
Even after living the metropolis that was the Northern Water Tribe, Medic was used to living surrounded by sound. Wherever he was waking up now was unnervingly quiet. It took something special to make the master waterbender uneasy.
Two: Medic could smell a very familiar scent. Fai