#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.