''doctor, doctor! i got a real bad case o'somethin' here!'' he ran in with a face full of... really, really grossly faked and exaggerated panic. damn it, mccree! ''m'reeeeal bored! y'got anythin' i can do, doc?? even f'it's work, i just gotta do somethin'!!!''
there was a genuine expression of concern, and a very real moment where Angela was very ready to sweep everything off her desk to use it as an operating table if need be.
but her posture went slack once she saw that it was just a false alarm. her hand went to cover her racing heart while she slumped in her seat.
‘ damn it, McCree ‘, indeed.
❝ –you nearly gave me a heart attack. ❞












