Sterile room, her hands were red from washing, her hair pinned neatly behind her ears. It wasn’t a secret that Mercy’s strong suit was in medicine. She’d found her place among bandaids and IV’s, and she had to admit that there was a sort of pride to be found within saving someone, either from themselves or from the opposing forces that had hurt them. Call her weak or call her a savior, she knew who she was and what she was good at and she’s would continue to do it.
But there are exceptions to all things set in stone, and as she stood in front of a closed metal door, she had half a mind to lock it and lose the key. Instead, she pushed that part of herself down. She rose above, opening the door and locking eyes with one of the only people she had ever imagined seriously injuring. Bullet hole; Mercy’s job to fix it. When she reached Pharah’s bedside, she reached deeply within herself and pulled a bravery out in the form of a smile.
“Time to change your bandages again,” she said, glancing down at her again.
❝ GOLDEN CHILD, LION BOY, TELL ME WHAT IT'S LIKE, ❞
I never used to admit that I would make them, because, well I didn't.
But this time I think I royally fucked up.
A loud bang, a gun shot, and then nothing but instinct took over and my own gun was in my hand, finger pulling the trigger back just enough to fire a shot. It only grazed his skin as I lay on the cold ground, bleeding and dizzy with pain. I had come out on the worse end, but for some reason I was still the one who was hated.
I was still the bad guy.
So here I lay, waiting for my bandages to be changed for the umpteenth time, by the one who probably hates me most of all.
"Time to change your bandages again,"
She tried to force a smile on her face, but it was something more of a grimace.
"Sooo, how long is this going to take to heal?"
The words pass hesitantly through my lips, scared she would snap at me with the littlest provocation.