It’s bad enough he’d managed to get hurt as badly as he did— the archer, constantly priding himself in finishing missions quickly and efficiently, with little to no complications. And now Hanzo had found himself in no mans land, hiding from talon agents to the best of his ability, while trying to send out an sos signal to any overwatch agent that’s hopefully close enough to get to him.
A pause, teeth gritting together as he tries to keep pressure on the wound. “—I have been compromised—a-and I am in the need of assistance—” He has to take another pause, the sharp pain from the wound definitely not helping him any, before he’s hearing a response. It’s not someone he’d expected to answer, but the single word sets his worry at ease some. It’s an answer, at least, he thinks. Someone’s heard his call for aid and gone on their way and that’s all the archer needed to hear, really.
His shoulders sag and Hanzo exhales a breath as he tries to settle, keeping pressure on the wound as he waits, crouched low to the wall. His teeth grit together, trying to keep the pain at a minimum when he spots her, worry easing even more. Good, he’s not alone, then. He tries to make it seem like this is nothing— surely, he’s had worse— when another wave of pain hits him— god, he should have been more careful. “Greetings—” His lips curl up the tiniest amount, trying to offer some sort of a smile, gaze dropping onto the bloodied hand that’s keeping him from losing too much blood. More than he had lost already, anyway.
“I had failed to spot an enemy sniper before they had spotted me.” A dumb mistake. One that’s cost him greatly and he removes the hand slowly, wincing while he does so, the wound far from pretty. Nothing short of what he’d already gone through before, though.
she could hear it; the concern in his voice, the weakness and pain that wanted to present itself. it was as clear as the sharp grimaces that crossed those perfect features. he was hurting, and satya was suddenly keenly aware of just how dire this situation was becoming. hanzo couldn’t be moved, not on his own, and not by her. she couldn’t assure their safety, nor did she want the archer to bleed out on her time, and especially not because of her hands.
without much thought or show of emotion, she is ripping the bottom hem of her dress free, balling up the soft cotton and wasting no time in applying harsh pressure with it. she knew it would hurt, but it was beyond necessary. “my apologies,” symmetra began, golden eyes lifting from the injury to the shimada’s own dark hues, “we will have to wait here, i will call for evacuation. we cannot move while you are in this condition.” tucked close to him, a free finger draws to her lips, warning him to quiet himself as a pair of heavy footfalls hurries past them. talon was still unloading grunts, which meant one thing -- their allies were busy. her own communicator is brought out, just briefly enough to call for help, much like the eldest shimada had, sending a request for a medic and emergency evacuation.
without it, the bowman would die here. that she did not question.
something’s pulling at her chest. making her heart pound, making it difficult to breathe. everything feels tight, and wrong. she’s worried. satya is unable to empathize with his plight and his pain, his embarrassment over the situation he’d found himself in, but he was her ally. her comrade, her brother in arms. and he was dying.
“i will not leave you.” the words escape her lips before she can think to stop them, though that doesn’t stop her from meaning every one of them. “at the very least, the sniper has been neutralized. the soldier made sure of that.” meaning 76, of course, but names always felt too personal. she preferred to keep herself as distant as possible. familiarity created emotions she didn’t understand. “how are you feeling?”
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