“ SOMBRA ?! ”
mossy green eyes fell to the hacker , battered and bruised at her DOORSTEP. dark brow quirked at her enemy’s presence, huffing in the realization that she would likely need medical attention. her first instinct was to bark at her for being so intrusive as to show up here, after all the russian did to keep their previous meeting a secret. but the amount of crimson spilled on black clothing and her gloved hands was enough to convey that assistance would be necessary. did sombra ... trust her ? or was the threat of a hospital’s needing her information scare her into dropping into the arms of an enemy ?
the figure of the older woman starting to crumple, pained expression of her face all too telling of the fate it she escaped. “ whoa ! ” the pinkette exclaimed, lurching forward to put her arms beneath the collapsing hacker’s frame. judging by the wince on her face, this was bad. everything in the champion’s voice was telling her not to do this, revolting against her actions. this could be some sort of trap. yet the good in her prevailed. it always did.
“ i do not LIKE THIS , but i will not let you die. what do you need ? ”
@codedsky.
