Somewhat based off of this: post/146021401678/genjimercy-dynamics
Angela sat in the lounge of the medical ward. She didn't have much to do, as she was very young and tired. She usually stayed here since her parents died, her mother had caught an infection from one of her patients and passed in on to her father. She sat, day dreaming, until a radio shook her out of her trance.
"We have a male in a serious, unstable condition, he looks like he is a teenager. We need the most experienced doctors at our aid as soon as possible! Please go to 2-3 if you are wanting to help us." The radio blared. Angela didn't know if that meant her, but she decided to go as well. She didn't know exactly where to go, but she saw a few of nurses and doctors quickly hurrying someplace, so she followed them, assuming they were looking for the person as well. Her heart was pounding and she was struck with nervousness. She had dealt with many patients, but none in critical condition. She entered the room and saw him. An Asian looking teenager with green hair, and scratches and blood covering his entire body. His eyes were shut and his mouth open, arms spread out. Angela felt terrible for him. All the doctors stood together, discussing to eachother what they could possibly do. Angela was several years younger than every other doctor, but she was accepted. Her mother was the head of the entire hospital and had taught Angela since a very young age. One of doctors put the boy on life support and tracked his vitals while they discussed. They started to clean his wounds but he was still losing blood at a quick rate.
A couple minutes later, one of the doctors who had high authority went over to a phone, and dialled up a number. Angela could just make out what she said.
"We don't think he'll make it, he's losing blood too fast to restore him to full health. We've discussed turning him into an omnic, but that would be too hard, replacing all his limbs and organs into... Ugh." The woman said over the phone, placing her index finger and her thumb on her forehead, showing her stress. Angela heard mumbling from the other side of the phone, but couldn't make out what they said.
"Yes... Yes, that would work!" The woman said, her voice glimmering with hope. "We will, thank you so much, bye." She walked over to the others.
"Okay, so they came up with the idea that we could turn him half-omnic. We won't have to fully replace his body with metal, but the artificial parts of his body would help him stay alive, and generally improve him. They said that they would pay for all the costs, if we... Convince him to join Overwatch. It's all we can do." She rambled. "We just need someone who would be able to build artificial body parts." She paused as she spoke. One at a time, the faces looked at Angela. She started to blush, saying "Um... I should be able to." with a lack of confidence. Her mother had treated patients by turning them into an omnic. Angela used to watch her mother go on about her patient, while Angela felt really bored and wanted to be anyplace else. Ever since her parents' death, she felt guilty. She wished that she had payed attention and spent more time with her. She knew that she started to think too much and she needed to focus.
"Alright then, we just need to keep him alive as long as we can." The woman said. Angela felt a great sense of responsibility. Everyone was counting on her, especially the poor boy.
"I should probably get going so that I can start." Angela announced as she excused herself." She left the room.
Angela spent many days and sleepless nights working on the artificial body that she was creating. She would check in on the boy and see how he's going, and where she needs to work on. She prayed to God that it would work. She wandered around the building until she found the same woman who lead the operation.
"Excuse me, I've finished working on the artificial body." Angela said.
"Oh, you have? That's brilliant! I'll call in the others right away." The woman said as she pulled out her radio. "The artificial body for the patient on floor two, room three has been finished, all of the staff that were present during the operation, please head there now." She tucked away her radio. "You should probably get your artificial body and bring it while I explain what to do for the others." The woman said to Angela, who nodded. She went to her room and grabbed the pieces that were in a container and rushed back to the patient, memorising the path. She ran through the door and showed everyone what she had made. Her face was expressionless and she was feeling nervous. The doctors started to keep track of his vitals and keep him well while Angela put the pieces together on his body. She felt like more than just a doctor.
