THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. that’s the only thought when the comms disconnect. maybe sombra wanted silence, maybe she was doing something for her own purposes. or maybe, maybe she was in trouble. it’s the latter worry that was swimming in her head. the thought that she was in trouble, unable to say it, unable to make a move. so she sat, constantly twiddling with the communication system, waiting for anything to come back through, trying to keep the tremors at bay. daisy had been with talon, with sombra, for years. longer than she was with any family, longer than she was alone, longer than she anticipated.
& the prospect of losing that was entirely too much to bare, at the current moment. she couldn’t very well go out & risk herself — she didn’t even know W H E R E sombra was. & if she alerted the others, if sombra was fine, if she was on her own journey? well, that wouldn’t end too well, would it?
she waits ; she waits & worries & the buzzing beneath her skin almost bursts through. until the comms come back. there’s a moment of relief, immediately destroyed by how strained her voice is. by the words she utters. the world feels like it ending ; in that moment, her existence was a curse again. everyone she touched died. it was worse if she dared to love them. her world DESERVED to be in grey & sombra made it colourful.
maybe that’s why her eyes are already brimming with tears when she demands medics be at the ready. the moment the woman was back at the base, every order was barked — not politely spoken ; but urged. demanded. FIX HER was the most common plea.
there’s a faint smile on her lips when the other is in her lap ; conscious, speaking. not d e a d yet. her eyes close momentarily as fingers go along her jaw, head shaking at the contrast of blood against her skin ; it was too much. but she COULDN’T break. no worry, no worry. ‘ please, ’ her voice is weak, heavy — but she’s trying. ‘ does that line ever work? ’ it always did, at least on her. another shake of her head as sombra insists she’s only resting her eyes.
‘ you can’t. you can’t do that, okay? you can rest as soon as they fix you up. ’ her hand gently brushes hair back from her forehead, attempting to ignore the signs that she i s n ‘ t doing well. there are orders made ; that she has to leave to give them SPACE. she can’t. she doesn’t. ‘ you can’t sleep or rest your eyes or - you can’t die, either. you can’t go, okay? just talk to me. talk to me or - or i’ll have to talk & we know how insufferable i can get. ’
she was still willing to get insufferable. there’s F I N A L L Y a full crack in the composure, tears finally fell. ‘ you can’t leave me yet. ’ not when there was too much still left unsaid. she couldn’t take another goodbye ; another lost soul. another departure of colour in her life.
it’s really all she could do, relying on comedic relief in a moment of pain. neither of them were too good with feelings, with talking through things, with anything DEEP & EMOTIONAL. always deflecting the things that can hurt them with nothing but sarcasm & dismissal. it was easier that way. you can’t get hurt if you can’t let it hurt you. -- or that would be accurate if she wasn’t currently dealing with a bullet lodged in her body, but emotionally? she was fine. it was mostly the fact it was daisy keeping her company than literally ANY other agent around. she knows that there would be no way in hell reaper or widow would give her this kind of emotional support. ‘ it works on you. ’ a small, almost unnoticeable smile at her words. it didn’t really matter HOW deep into this… relationship they were, at least sombra could always rely on cheesy pick-up lines to break a smile out of the other girl.
another hum as her eyes slowly start closing once again. she’s trying, she’s REALLY trying. ‘ i wanna rest now. ’ a quick pause. ‘ just a few minutes. ’ she KNOWS deep down that it could easily take less than just a few minutes for something to go completely wrong, for this to be the LAST moment she sees daisy, or ANYTHING for that matter. her just a few minutes only lasted two seconds ( if she was lucky ) before daisy started speaking to pull her out of her haze. ‘ i’m not going to die. ’ & good lord did she wish she could ACTUALLY promise that, but there’s no way she wanted to break a promise to that degree to daisy of all people. a hand slowly reached to take one of the others hands, resting it gently over her chest & her own hand over that. it wasn’t exactly as if she could ask for a HUG right now, so that was the closest she could probably get for a while.
just talk to me. she’s not sure WHAT she should talk about, or if there was really anything appropriate for the situation, but by some force of her own, she manages to get SOMETHING out. even if they were just weak, breathy words that took a lot of thought just to get out a simple sentence. her eyes are closed again, but at least she’s speaking, surely that should be counted for something. ‘ do you think pigeons dream? ’ why that question? she has absolutely no idea. hoping for something both amusing yet still something to ( possibly ) keep the conversation going. ‘ princesa... mi amor, i could listen to you speak all day. ’
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