Be Consumed

{Indie Hanzo Shimada}

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“I think you need stitches.”

Injuries were never a big deal, cuts and scraps happen, bruises are a part of life. However, a large cut of metal sticking out of ones side? That is another story.

Hanzo lets out a groan, pained and long as he pulls the offending shard from his side, the blood that had pooled around it dripping off in messy streaks. It hurt, that was for certain. Stinging, almost numb where he was sure a few nerves had been severed, and he’d be lucky if it missed anything important.

Right now, the focus was on his hands, pressed into the wound to stop the gushing of blood. It was obvious he needed help, as much as he’d hate to admit it.

What he didn’t need was the cause of the explosion that had wounded him so, stating the obvious.

There’s a bite to his words, spitting out a retort as he sits there, like a wounded beast throwing insults to hide how bad the situation was.

“I am aware.”

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“Damn, I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”

Bullet wounds and shrapnel peppered the cowboy’s torso. His armour had taken the brunt of it, but a few had slipped past, entering the man’s upper arm and thigh.

The shrapnel wasn’t bad, Hanzo was more concerned for the bullets that needed to be removed from Jesse’s flesh, lest they get infected and fester. And of course, they needed to stop the bleeding.

Nimble fingers worked the cloth away from the wounds, ripping and tearing at the fabric of his pants to get a better look. The leg wound was worse than his arm, the bleeding more extreme, and working his palm into the injury to still the pooling blood, the archer bites his tongue.

“We need to get you to a doctor. What was the name of the woman you had told me about?”

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It was so good being in an actual area, and not a desert. He had given a bit of relief to feel that water wasn’t going to burn him if it wasn’t boiled first, that he could walk around without being looked at. Right now he was with Overwatch, offered the place to be an actual good guy. And not by a man in a suit.

He walked to get himself ready, humming softly a classical tune as he shifted with precision putting on his vest, and hooking it to a small sensor. Before he got his weapon out, expertly disassembling it with a few moves and clicks before making sure everything was in working order, then putting it back together easily.

Glancing over feeling a gaze on him, since he was getting jittery, he glanced over seeing the glare and frowned slightly. Bright amber irses staring confused and looking the man over. He was from a place he didn’t recognize, and had some impressive body art, to rival Hogs even. 

He straightened up to his full height, slinging the tire he had easily over his shoulder, and glance down at him, a small smile on his face. All too ready to have a bath after this mission was over. His first bath in a while.

Water was very scarce, but he kept himself ‘clean’ with dirt baths. Took out the stench and made him smell like the Earth, good for blending in too.

❛ G’day…? ❜

Piercing gaze shifts from his eyes to looking him up and down. Really. This was someone who was known for their crimes world wide? Of course, he’d heard on the grape vine of the times changing, things happening, shifting. Whatever the man’s alliances, it mattered not to him, he could be turning over a new leaf for all the mercenary cared.

Finally, his eyes stop back upon the taller, younger man, who somewhere between his observations, had stood straight, towering above Hanzo and making him feel a little annoyed at the height difference.

“You....Are the infamous Junker?”

He sounds almost insulted by the idea of such a thing.

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Injured/Injury Starters

Injured

“Oh shit, are you alright?”

“Dude, I don’t think you’re alright.”

“Blood’s not supposed to be coming from there…”

“That looks broken.”

“Can you move your __?” 

“Are you okay?”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Who did this?”

“Did you do this to yourself?”

“How did this happen?”

“We need to get you to a hospital.”

“Do you need to go to a hospital?”

“That’s not supposed to bend that way.”

“Do you want me to look at it?”

“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse!”

“Stop moving!”

“There’s so much blood.”

“I’ll see if I have a first aid kit.”

“Just… Stay here and I’ll get help.”

“How did you even do this?”

“This happened in a fight?”

“Walk it off.”

“It’s not that bad.” 

“I think you need stitches.”

“You dumbass.” 

Injury

“I think I hurt myself.”

“I can’t feel my __.”

“I think my __ is broken.”

“Shit, that hurts to move.”

“I don’t think I can get up.”

“I’m going to try to get up.”

“Can you go get help?” 

“I need help.”

“I think I’m going to pass out.”

“I don’t think there’s supposed to be that much blood.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I got [shot, stabbed, etc].”

“I can’t walk.”

“I don’t think I need to go to a hospital.”

“I think I need to go to the hospital.”

“Stop laughing, this hurts.”

“My last words better not be stupid.”

“That was a dumb idea.”

“Shit, that burns.”

“I’m fine… really.”

“Damn, I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”

“I got into a fight…”

“I feel lightheaded.”

“It hurts to move.”

“Can you look at it for me?” 

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Dark hues press closed as he stills his breathing, the world rocks, and his eyes snap open at the intrusion of sound that comes loudly from McCree’s person. If it wasn’t for the fact that the archer is smitten, he’d have left long ago, taking his bow and sake with him.

A heavy arm around his shoulder snaps him out of his internal monologging, lips pressed in a thin line as he puts his drink down on the bar’s bench. The other man has had a few too many drinks, Jesse’s flirting had increased tenfold since his fifth shot, and Hanzo is regretful he does not have the mind to go all out to join him.

Right now, however, he’s settling for glaring. Jesse’s breath smells of liquor and cigar smoke, and as tempting as that usually is, he’s opting to ignore him in favour of being sour.

“I believe you have had enough to drink, Jesse.”

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[[Just a heads up i ship most things, not just with Jesse!]]

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The putrid stench of month old, unwashed body is all that greeted him, staring down- Well, partially upwards at the lengthy figure with a scowl on his face.

He knew about Junkrat, at least, he knew about the things he had done and the treasure that he had horded, stashed away somewhere secret and hidden. Un-found by all who sought it.

Not that Hanzo was a greedy man, but he was used to a lavish life, and after abandoning his own, the comforts a good heaping of money could provide would be very much welcome.

If he could survive the train-wreck that was Junkrat long enough to find out where it was.

For now, he settled for glaring at him, dark hues sharp as ever.

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He’s prickly, pushing others away at every turn, and avoiding the wandering eyes of people as he attempts to blend in. It’s not going exactly well, a few too eager stares and the bump of the arm of a woman who hes sure can bench-press him fifty times over, and Hanzo is regretting going out that evening.

He makes no move to apologize, keep moving, don’t risk it, fingers instinctively clutching at the strap of the quiver pressed tightly against his back. Reassured that the arrows are secured in place still, the archer stills for a sideways glance backwards, straight at the woman he’d so rudely walked into.

Hopefully she wouldn’t react. Hopefully he could leave calmly, quietly. Hopefully, hopefully, hopefully.

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siixshots:

“I know ya well enough ta tell when yer mad over someth’n that matters…an’ over a lil’ molehill. You know no one thought you stupid or noth’n? Language barriers are pretty normal among people now-a-days….so it ain’t like you did someth’n shameful. I just thought it was cute, an’ I’m sorry for do’n it. I should’a told’ja sooner.”

A deep breath.

“It is fine that you had thought it cute, however not telling me when i have made a mistake, when no one else has done so as well, only makes me look foolish. But you are forgiven. Perhaps.”

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siixshots:

“Be honest with yerself for once, honey, an’ admit that, if it were me say’n someth’n wrong, an it didn’t bother the shit outta you…you wouldn’ta told me neither. Come on, grow a sense’a humor, would’ja?”

“You obviously do not know me very well cowboy. Do not dare to tell me to find humour in your words when you have made me into a fool.”