#cauchemarred

weird that youre making a list but it just says cauchemarred

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?”

Expensive wine really brought out the best and worst of Angela. She spoke too much. Confessed too many things. Left her thoughts unattended and said things she could easily regret. Yet, despite the handful of complications, she was undeniably happy. With rose red cheeks and a dance in her step, she spent her evening beside Gérard. By nightfall, the bottle was empty and Angela was still hanging on every word her comrade had said. 

Angela wasn't exactly drunk. She wasn't completely  S H I T F A C E D  either, which was a miracle in itself. There was still logic behind her actions. She could still reason with herself, but of course- even a doctor can slip up, right?

Through a sudden mishap, the medic had fallen directly onto his lap. Arms caught his shoulders, dropping both his and her own glass to the floor. The two shattered in pieces, but she remained frozen atop the man. If that was not the first mistake of the night, then the sudden heated kiss definitely was. Out of nowhere, sloppy, but still so needy. Words that could not be said. Something along the lines of ' I am so attracted to you '.  Only the good lord knows how irresistible his cologne was in that moment.

It’s RARE for her to be SURPRISED these days. She KNOWS too much, too many bits of data THRUMMING through her veins for her to be at a LOSS for information. PLUGGED IN, SWITCHED ON, she hears EVERYTHING from EVERYONE. 

Secrets aren’t SECRET to her. 

But this . . . 

This is . . .

UNEXPECTED. 

        “No manches . . .  esto no puede ser           real.”

He’s DEAD. D E A D. DEAD as they come, and STILL . . . she finds herself looking at him. Or someone that at least RESEMBLES him. 

Funny . . . she didn’t think Widowmaker COULD miss. . . 

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