H E A L; M E;

“Oh I’m not gonna kill you.. I’m just gonna hurt you..really, really bad.” He said as he cracked his knuckles and tackled the doctor to the floor.

✟She barely had time to register his motions and she was on the floor. Pain spiked through her back and she released a hiss. Hands raised up and pressed against his chest in an attempt to push him off.

”W-What is that going to do for you then? Some sort of revenge?” 

Her voice cracked and then her hands dropped. Anger seemed to seep away from her but her eyes stayed narrow and focused. Only guilt remained and she nodded. 

“I came for the miserable little Doctor that ruined me!” His voice was low but loud enough to suddenly shake and surrounding loose objects.

✟ The woman flinched at the sound of his voice and she took a step back. She knew for a fact she was in trouble without any back up. Though the anger that  rumbled in her chest remained. 

Hanzo could not remember much, only that he was fighting and suddenly he found himself here, in the pristine white room of what he could only guess was a hospital. His head hurt like hell, but his stomach was the worst part.

He blinked. Something was obscuring his vision. Bandages. They had been wrapped around his head and right eye, was there damage there? How badly had he been hurt? Hanzo tried to call for help but the words only caught in his throat and made a low croak, like a frog.

✟ She was fine until she was suddenly falling. Wind sped around her ears, causing them to pop with the pressure. The lights had dimmed in her wing, and a whole ‘feather’ had been demolished. Her hands failed about in an attempt to grasp for something to save her. The screams she wanted to release was trapped in her throat and instead a coarse whine left her lips.  It was when she felt the feeling of the armoured arm that she finally managed to breath and her heart didn’t  feel like it was about to explode. 

✟ It hurt, the feeling of the rubble that caught her leg was heavy and harsh. Bones seemed to creak under the pressure, and any more than it currently was would surely break her. Her face was pale and her eyes were losing their focus as she slipped in and out of consciousness. 

“...Please.. Help”

✟ “Get your hands off me.-- Schwein” 

The usually kind face was narrowed and she pulled her arm away from the man she once knew. He had come out of no where and frightened her, by grabbing her arm. Eyes darted away from him for a moment searching for the staff that had jolted from her fingers. When she found it, it was no help to her. It had fallen behind him and there was no way to get past him without fighting a fight she wouldn’t win. 

He smiles kindly at the fellow German-speaker and gently brushes his thick fingers through her hair as he settles in next to her, shifting so he can be reclining on the bed, not just sitting on the mattress.

“Ich habe dich auch vermisst.”

The hand that held her own gently stroked her fingers and he hummed at her next question.

“Öffentlichkeitsarbeit. Die Verbreitung des Wortes, dass die Gerechtigkeit zurück kommt. Kampf Talon.” He smiles lightly at her. Enjoying spending the quiet moment with his Swiss friend.

✟ She carefully listened to his words, her head nodding absently. He was a good man. His relaxed position allowed her to shift closer to him, her body clinging to his side and her head resting lightly on his chest. Compared to him she felt tiny, like a small girl hugging a bear. 

The sound of his heartbeat rung in her ears and she released a pleased sigh. Eyes began to droop from being so comfortable but she managed to keep herself up --Just.

”Scheint, wie Sie beschäftigt gewesen sein.”

There was a small pause and she burried her face into his chest to hide the red that swelled in her cheeks. As she spoke her words were muffled and her breath was warm.

✟ It was a near miss, but the doctor just managed to avoid the swing of the large hammer. Blue eyes were wide and she had let out a small squeak of dismay.

”We have only just met-- Surely I haven't upset you already?”

The woman took a few steps back her fingers gripping the staff with nervous tension. She had seen this girl a couple of times with other members of Overwatch but not once had they spoken.

He grins at her lightly. “You won’t have to ask Ana to do it. I’m the one doing the asking, ja?”

But when she let her hand hold on to him and hear her whisper those words to him. He couldn’t help but to murmur back to her. “Ich werde dich nicht verlassen.” He smiles and leans over her, placing a kiss to her forehead.

✟ As his lips touched her head, she squeezed his hand lightly. There was always safety when he was there, no matter what she knew that Reinhardt would protect her.

“Ich habe dich vermisst”

The words seemed to grown even softer and she tugged at the mountain of a man, hoping that he would get the fact she was asking him to sit. Words seemed so distant so asking him to come closer was hard. Even talking to him in their native language which felt so personal --absorbed her of energy.

“You can’t help it, He’s one cool kid. An actual cow boy! No matter how many  times people say their not real anymore. Its an awesome thing, if he didn’t  over do it so much on the … cowboy thing.”

He opens his mouth.

“At least your not the one in charge of supplies of the whole base. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-

✟ “I'm not sure about that--Cool isn’t exactly how I would describe him”

The pink-ish liquid was poured on to the spoon, the bitter smell burning their noses. Making sure to not his his teeth slips it into his open mouth, letting him swallow it all before removing it once again. Light eyes watched him as he tasted it and a small smile stained her lips. She knew it wasn’t the best tasting stuff in the world, but it was the way he handled himself. 

“Is it that bad?” 

The big man took in the scene from where he stood. She looked like she was going to be suffering from some god-awful cramps and pains from the way she was propped there. He shakes his head. “This is no good, ja? You will sleep, and sleep properly.” He stooped to pick up the smaller woman and carry her to a proper bed. “I will make sure nobody bothers you. Rest. I will have Ana shoot them in the head with one of her special healing bullets if someone needs healing, ja?”

✟ A soft whimper left her lips as she was lifted, and her arms snaked around his neck for safeties sake. She listened to his deep voice reassure her as he walked and she shook her head. Words formed by they were quiet and croaky.

“I can’t ask that of Ana, it is unreasonable.” 

The words trailed off as she was laid on the bed, her body moulding to it in relief. Arms slipped from his shoulders but the small hand grasped at his fingers. It was a small gesture to keep him close, and to have some form of contact with another human.