Genji lays on a bed, in a private room in an Overwatch watchpoint medical wing:
Genji: *eyes weld up with tears as he stares at the wall*
McCree: *suddenly bursts in the room, quickly shutting the door behind him, leaning against it with a smirk, listening closely for a moment*
“Morrison, you seen McCree? His hiding from me because he knows I’m going to kill him if he hasn’t filed his report.”
“Haven’t seen him, Gabe.”
*sighs* “That damn ingrate...”
McCree: *snickers quietly and pulls out a bottle of bourbon from behind his back* “Nothin’ to it.” *starts opening the bottle and freezes when he see’s Genji* “HOLY HE- I’m mean uh-... you... you alive?”
Genji: *expression scrunches slightly* “....Is it... that bad?”
McCree: *immediately feels guilty* “No no it’s nothin’ like that I just meant uh... wait... you’re that Japanese kid they brought in to take out the clan, ain’t ya?”
McCree: “Yeah that’s it! Damn.. they told me you were in rough shape but I didn’t expect-.... erm.. sorry..” *turns to leave, but then hears more voices on the other side and turns back* “Ya know, I might just hang in here for a while. You don’t mind, right?”
Genji: “I think I would prefer to be alo-“
McCree: “Course you don’t mind!” *pulls out a chair and rolls over next to Genji, undoing the lid on the bottle of bourbon* “Fancy a drink.”
Genji: “I don’t even know if I have a liver anymore.”
McCree: *bites his inner cheek with guilt* “Right right..” *hesitates for a moment before taking a drink of the bourbon, tending his body a bit* “Wooo.. that’s some good stuff.”
Genji: *watches him for a moment before going back to staring at the wall*
McCree: *looks at him, slight guilt in his eyes* “... Shimada, right?”
Genji: *turns his glance to the other, his face still facing toward the wall*
McCree: *holds out his hand not clutching the bourbon bottle* “Jesse McCree. American Outlaw.. er.. former, anyway.”
Genji: *turns his head slowly and looks down at the hand*
McCree: “... Do you uhh... do you shake in Japan?”
Genji: *stares for a moment before turning away again* “It hurts to move.”
McCree: *frowns and puts his hand down, turning away as well* “Oh...” *takes another sip* “....” *smirks slightly* “You know what’s good for pain?” *holds out the Bourbon bottle*
Genji: *looks down at the bottle* “....” *takes it and hesitates before slowly taking a swig, tensing and letting out a grunt*
McCree: *snickers* “Strong, ain’t it? That’s the way we Americans drink.”
Genji: *stares at the bottle* “It’s not bad.”
McCree: “Well don’t hog it!” *takes the bottle back and has another sip before holding it back out to Genji*
Genji: *takes it back and takes two big gulps, tensing*
McCree: “Woah woah, easy! Remember how you said you might not have a liver?”
Genji: *takes the bottle from his mouth and lets out a few short breaths* “If I’m lucky, it will kill me.”
McCree: *eyes widen slightly* “Uhh.. or maybe it won’t. I’m kinda hopin’ it doesn’t ‘cus killing a cripple ain’t gonna look good to the higher ups”
Genji: *stares at Jesse, a pained, sad look in his eyes*
McCree: “... Oh! I mean- I don’t mean you’re a cripple- I mean- Uh”
Genji: “No... you’re right... I am crippled... I guess I might as well accept that..” *takes another drink from the bottle*
McCree: *bites his inner cheek, letting the awkward silence play out before taking the bottle back from Genji* “So.... Your name again?”
McCree: “Right, Genji...” *snickers and takes a drink*
Genji: *raises an eyebrow slightly at him, a bit offended* “What’s funny?”
Genji: *frowns* “At least it’s not Jesse McCree. It sounds like you made that up.”
McCree: *flushes slightly and shoots him a look* “Hey, where I’m from, you respect the man handin’ out the free booze. Shut your yap.” *takes another sip*
Genji: *lip twitches into a small smile*
McCree: “So, uhh... what exactly happened to you?”
Genji: *immediately frowns again* “...I would prefer not to talk about it again...”
McCree: *looks off to the side, feeling awkward again* “Well.. it don’t matter anyway. Ziegler’s the best doc in the business. I assume you’re here so she can fix ya up?” *takes another drink*
Genji: “They offered.. but I turned them down.”
McCree: *almost chokes* “W.. what?”
Genji: “I figured... there’s no reason for me to go on in an artificial body. My life as it was is over.”
McCree: “So... What? You’re just going to lay here for the rest of your life?”
Genji: “Shouldn’t be long before they decide to pull the plug on me anyway.”
McCree: *stares at him for a moment* “You just love to wallow in self pity, don’t you?”
Genji: *eyes widen slightly as he looks to Jesse* “Huh?”
McCree: *stands up and glares at Genji* “I felt bad for you at first, but now you’re getting real annoyin’ with all this pitiful shit.”
Genji: *stunned* “W-wha-“
McCree: “You’re the most ungrateful little shit I’ve ever seen. You realize Angela was in that operating room for days tryin’ to keep you alive? She looked like a god damn ghost by the time she got out of there. And then these past few weeks she’s been doin’ nothin’ but monitoring you. And you’re just gonna refuse to try to live? Where I come from the only person who doesn’t take a second chance at life is a damn idiot.”
Genji: *stares at McCree in disbelief, unsure what to do for a moment* “...” *looks down* “....Is that so?” *looks back up at Jesse with a crazed look in his eyes* “You think you know a damn thing about me, you hillbilly piece of shit?!”
Jesse: *eyes widen and he puts his hands up* “Okay okay! No need to start shouting! Someone’ll hear!”
Genji: “You don’t know what it feels like! You couldn’t imagine how it feels!!”
Jesse: “Shut your damn mouth before-“
Angela: *rushes into the room* “Genji? What is-“ *spots McCree* “Jesse?!”
Angela: “What on Earth are you doing in here?!” *runs over to Genji*
Gabriel: *comes into the room* “This room is restricted, McCree! I should have expected you’d be in here snooping around!”
Jesse: “Now Gabe, let’s be reasonable with each other-“
Jack: *enters followed by Ana* “What with all the commotion in here- Jesse?... is that my good whiskey?”
Jesse: *hides the bottle behind his back* “Uhh-“
Angela: “Oh my god! Jesse, did you give Genji alcohol?!”
Jesse: “He took it from me! I swear!”
Gabriel: “He doesn’t have half his body, you moron! One beer could kill him!”
Jesse: “Well, he ain’t dead yet!”
Jack: “Jesse, this is the lowest-“
*Everyone goes dead silent and turns to Genji*
Genji: “I’ll do it. I’ll join Overwatch... and when I do, I want a body I can walk in again... and when I have that-“ *glares up at McCree, fire in his eyes* “I’m kicking your ass.”
Angela: *tears in her eyes* “Yes... yes of course! The designs are already prepared! We can have it made and fitted within the week!” *puts her hand on Genji’s, relief in her eyes*
Jack: *still has a shocked expression* “Okay... this is.. this is wonderful. You understand what we’re going to be asking of you, right?”
Ana: *smiles with approval*
McCree: “...Didn’t anyone hear the threat he just gave me?”
Gabriel: “Shut up, ingrate. You’re paying for that booze.”