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The meter on the electrocardiogram spiked suddenly, startling her as she quickly fixed her gaze upon the archer. She watched as the man stirred and mumble incoherently.
Mercy approached him, peering down upon him as her expression shifted between sympathetic and dubious. This was the man whom had caused Genji so much suffering. The man responsible for Genji’s nearly fatal injuries. Though she tends to be open-minded and objective and he had pledged his allegiance to the now reformed Overwatch, Angela couldn’t help but harbor some innate feelings of animosity towards the elder Shimada… even so, she was first and foremost a doctor.
Kneeling at his bedside, she took his large and calloused hands within one her own, giving it a comforting squeeze as her free hand rummaged through the inner pockets of her lab coat, procuring a handkerchief before gently dabbing beads of sweat cascading off his countenance.












