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“ You’ve been DISCHARGED !! ”
Battle Mercy Best Meta. V serious canon divergent rp blog for Angela ‘ Mercy ‘ Ziegler of Overwatch. ( cred. )
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She's here to absolutely hold onto the doctor and possibly never let her go. That is a definite.
A definite Angela never seemed to realize, to know she had as an option. For the weary, worn doctor, being held and being ‘ loved ’ felt as though an impossibility. Especially by one considered heartless or perhaps unfeeling as she would rather for it sounded less cruel.
Even as those thoughts pool in her mind, she feels those secure and steady arms wrapped around her. Still, she’s tempted to push, to pull away, to forever be untouched. Streaks of hot wet tears trail down her cheeks and her head shakes faintly. She’s here, she’s holding onto her and while she wishes it was nothing, the presence of the other woman is undeniable.
Here she is, raw and unfiltered.Head is hung, blond locks covering her pale features, covering the emotions she detests to have yet she accepts. She accepts that definite.
,.,.,
throwsmech:
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.
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❛ hey —– - ziegs? ❜ a sharp breath in, one that she could only pray the transceiver didn't manage to catch as she pressed her hand against her gaping wound, ❛ i —– - ❜ gritting her teeth together, she makes an attempt not to say it —– - how she was bleeding out, how her mech beside her was a total wreck, but the longer she delayed her words, the more tears gathered in her eyes. ❛ i... i can't feel my legs, doc. ❜
A familiar voice, a distinct nickname crosses the transceiver. In an instant, Doctor Ziegler knows who it is. Pauses are noticeable in her speech and Angela has conversed with enough patients to know what the possibility of origin might be. An injury, enough to take her breath away even without those sharp gasps that would usually be present.
Her hand tightens, lips pressing together with such a force. Briefly, blue eyes close out the world as her delayed words filter in. “Hana.” Her voice is steady and stern, trying not to break, not to cause a worse panic. “What is wrong? What happened?” And already she was prepared to dash out of the communications office, to don the suit she swore never to, and rush to her side.
Today would not be the day she loses Hana Song. There’s a pause in the good doctor’s worry, a question she dreaded asking this specific one. Her voice is choked, ragged now. “How bad is the damage?”
“ there is no reason to be afraid of what comes next. ”
rp sentence starters taken from keaton st james’ work , light. !!
Never had the medic ever expected she would be one of the geneticist’s experiments. It wasn’t anything she had wanted to agree to, this was the last thing she wanted. However, it was a necessity. How she was now, she wasn’t able to do enough for those out in the battlefield. Now that she no longer donned the Valkyrie Swift Response Suit, she needed something else. She had to get rid of the nerves, the anxiety, the trauma. Perhaps adjustments, enhancements might change those feelings.
While she knew this was an action she would come to regret later, for now, she trusted Moira. “ Are you positive? Will it hurt at all? “ There’s fear in her voice, looking for words to ease her, to soothe the process she was about to undergo.
‘ you’ve worried over them enough. ’
rp sentence starters taken from keaton st james’ work , light. !!
Shake of her head, no, no, her words were incorrect. “ If anything I have not worried over them enough. “ Worrying was part of the good doctor’s work, perhaps Moira didn’t understand that what with the work she did in her free time. Unconventional were her ways and sometimes she seemed uncaring, unworried. Therefore, perhaps it was to be expected the geneticist would tell her such a bold statement considering the medic’s constant, perpetual state of concern. “ There is always more worrying to do about them, all of them. “
