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Another day, another patient. It was exhausting for Angela to be seemingly everywhere at once, but the feeling of helping others in need was worth all the trouble. Yes, sometimes she’d like to be able to sleep a bit more in the morning, but a doctor has to do what they have to do. Anyways, smiles are as effective as coffee to wake up in the morning. It just feels so… Relieving.

So once again, the world renowned medic was in some small medical clinic that needed the help of a professional nurse. And fortunately for them, that’s where she was at. She did get the recall from her dear friend Winston, but she didn’t know if she should go back. As she said before, Overwatch was shut down for a reason. Maybe it would be best if it stayed that way.

Angela sighed as she sipped her coffee, sitting down, legs crossed. She took a small break from all this madness that was taking care of the whole world. At least that’s what it felt like. The doctor put her coffee down and rubbed her tired eyes as a newly hired nurse came into the small room that the medical clinic gave Mercy to rest a bit. She was pretty nervous and muffled something that Dr. Ziegler didn’t hear. What ? She made her repeat two times before understanding. She didn’t know what to do with some patient. Apparently some patient was in physical therapy, since he’s been in the coma for quite some time.

Yes, my dear newly trained nurse, Dr. Ziegler will take a look at this patient. She will finish her coffee first and then look at him. As Angela drank the rest of her coffee, quickly, before taking a deep breath and getting up, leaving the room. She followed the nurse to the patient room, smiling to people on the way. Her lab coat flowing behind her, she indeed still looked like an angel.

She followed the nurse into the room, which left her alone with the patient. Her medical tablet in hand, Mercy had no worries for this one, the people here were very talented. She knew that they all wanted the best for everyone here. It’s just that, it’s not every day that they get someone like Dr.Ziegler so…

She put down her medical tablet on the counter, without looking at the patient at first.

“So… How are you feeling?”

@caducexs

Most of the time, the junkers didn’t rely on anyone but themselves, it was truly mind blowing just how much these two nut cases could accomplish with pure madness, a high amount of explosives and maybe an even higher amount of complete luck. But most of the time, they were mostly what their standard for being healthy was ( all things considered this was an abysmal standard, what’s with the rat’s nails falling off one after the other, and the hog barely able to breathe, choking back on his own blood ). Sure, the shitty London weather managed to give Junkrat a solid cold after they stole the crown jewels, but eh, overall it had been worth it. 

But now? They were starting to get worn out. More so than usual. They were probably due for some vacations, maybe some nice down time in the sun, and you know… a medic would be nice. It was the hog that first mentioned it, especially since Junkrat’s only leg wasn’t really looking like it would heal on its on and, as hard as it was to believe it, the bomber didn’t really want to rock the double peg-legs style. And with his pig-faced associate’s hogdrogen reserve running low, they were, as some would say, in quite a pickle.

Nothing modern medicine wouldn’t fix though, right? Radiation poisoning, rotting limbs, that was nothing nowadays. Probably. In all honestly the rat never stepped inside a hospital and never gave it much thought. All he knew was that docs were the ones who fixed that kind of shit, and so that’s what he was set on acquiring. A doctor. A live one, preferably. 

He even left his pig behind, convinced that he would screw everything up ONCE MORE if he did so. It was just a hospital anyway, and it’s not like he was trying to blow it up ( though the thought did cross his mind, as he was absolutely bored out of his mind as he waited ). Everything would be nice and easy, as soon as he saw someone that looked official enough to be a doctor.

His first attempt wasn’t that great, metallic fingers ( the only three that currently remained, he still needed to fix that ) closing on the back of a suit, piercing, bulging yellow eyes glaring right into that ( suddenly very sweaty ) bloke’s eyes, only to realize he wasn’t wearing enough white to be helpful. Letting him run with a cackle, he turned around, dangerously fast ( but with an even more obvious limp than usual ) as shaky fingers grabbed onto a white uniform. Now that had to be the one! Hell, she even was blonde and looked exhausted, just like any good doctor should probably look like. Hunched over, just enough to look at her directly in the eyes, head tilted to the side, ashes falling on his shoulder, he couldn’t help the satisfied grin that stretched his features.

❝NEED HEALIN’.❞

Dr. Ziegler! Dr. Ziegler! Oh how many times did she hear this, tonight only ? Angela slightly sighs and turns around, her white doctor’s coat slowly following her movements,  a smile on her face, hiding the fact that yes, even her was capable of getting exhausted. 

The famous Mercy was, right now, helping a hospital in Germany. She had been in Middle-East for a while, then slowly went through Europe, helping the people she could help and doing her best to give everyone her 100%. It was tough though. There were some mornings where she didn’t want to get up. Some mornings where she thought she couldn’t do it anymore, but the smiles and the gratitude she could see in the people’s eyes after they got better, it was so worth it... Especially the children. Angela loved their smile, their laugh, their eyes, full of life and joy. 

Of course, there were those that could just not be saved. As a Doctor, Mercy felt bad for them, but she learned through the years that, sometimes, you just can’t do anything anymore and some people... Can’t be saved. It’s sad, but true.

And now she had someone else who needed her help.

Dr. Ziegler followed the nice, but equally tired nurse who brought her to a room where one of the patients had just woken up from an operation done on him earlier today. She checked him, passed some exams and there we go! Ready to go home in three days. The Valkyrie let a small sigh of content slip through her lips before letting the nurse take care of this patient, writing on her pad.

And then her eyes met his. Holy shit. What kind of persona was that ?! He was just standing there, smiling and shaking weirdly. He didn’t seem okay. He smelled like fire, he looked like shit and she didn’t even know if he wanted her help or if he wanted to rob her. No one seemed to move around him, they just stared at him, with fear, wondering what he was going to do. And by the looks of it, it had to do with her. Mercy tried to keep her calm, gulping, but still smiling. She had dealt with psychos and other kinds of people earlier in he rlife, but without her Valkyrie suit, she never stood a chance of defending herself. 

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