She hated it. How weak she felt and how utterly useless she seemed completely unable to move from her place —– - not when a part of her mech is resting on top of her legs, and definitely not when there’s a deep wound on her side from when a bullet had managed to hit her just as she was about to jump out from her seat. It had always been her favorite thing to do after all. To launch her mech to the enemies, jump out from it and leave the mech to blow up along with them. But never had she expected for there to be a sniper, ready to shoot her the moment she opened the hatch, and never had she expected that she would be ambushed. This was supposed to be an easy mission. God, she could even remember how she had grumbled about being sent out for this, believing the new recruits could do it instead of her.
Another deep breath in, and as she as her mind began to swim from exhaustion she deliberately pressed her hand against her wound all the more, using the pain to keep her awake as she groaned and writhes from it. ❛ Sorry. I was to reckless. I should’ve —– - I should’ve kept my promise. I should have been more careful like I said I would —– - ❜ Her eyes begin to water once more, her voice shaking and she could feel herself slowly fall into a panic. She was bleeding. And oh god, she might just bleed out like this. Die like this. All alone and in the dark and Angela’s not here to help her this time.
❛ Ziegs —– - A-Angela please, ❜ She takes another gasp, though this time it was from her quiet sobs, her bloodied gloves brushing against her eyes to wipe the tears away. ❛ I don’t want to die —– - I don’t —– - I don’t want to die, doc —– - h-help. ❜
Time seems to stretch, elongating minutes into hours as she waits for the younger to answer her inquiry. What’s wrong? What happened? How bad? She just needed something, anything. To hear her in such a state causes an ache in her chest. The doctor knew how badly the mech pilot had protested against the commander that it wasn’t of her level, that a different individual(s) should take the mission. And now look where they were.
Hears the deep breath in, the slow, agonizing sound being hammered into her mind. “You are always much too reckless.” She whispered softly yet that wasn’t what was important right now. They could not change what had happened and that promise was the least of her worries. Truthfully, she had not expected it to be carried out. The girl was youthful, spirited, eager. Those qualities didn’t go hand in hand with the term careful.
“However, that does not matter right now, Hana.” No, there were more pressing issues as the gasp, the quiet sobs came over the line. Knowing she has to act, she rises from her chair, snatching a communication piece and clipping it to her ear. Sitting around won’t do anything. “I am not about to let you die, I promise you you will make it out of this.” Or her blood was on her hands. Footsteps sounded against the polished floors of the Overwatch facility now, hurried to get to their destination.
Blue eyes scan her surroundings, knowing exactly where she is and where she’s going. “Where is the wound?” Her voice comes over the comm though this time she’s out of breath, ragged, as she reaches the medical bay. Slows as she comes to a door inside her office, entering a small three digit code to reveal the contents inside. The Valkyrie Swift Response Suit.