I honestly don't own shit. Wish I did. Wish I did.
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Angela really did look like an angel. Her golden locks always made a light veil of some sort around the defined jawline she could proudly call her own. On the other hand Lena hadn't dated anyone since she was eighteen was it? Her employer strictly stated that she had to maintain up-to-date medical forums which could only be obtained from Dr. Ziegler. So here she was, in a lobby reading a magazine that was feebly attempting to spread false information regarding the corruption of Overwatch. Tracer remembered when Overwatch announced it was going to shut down permanently. Reinhardt had been the one to announce it. The speech started solemnly before becoming more fierce and intense. By the end the old man was yelling and ranting about how glorious Overwatch once was. More than the actual scenario Tracer remembered how it made her feel. Torn. Broken. Alone. Hurt. Above all it made her feel like her life had no meaning. Luckily Winston was there to keep her grounded and sane in front of all those people.
Out in the parking lot she looked up at him with teary,begging, wide eyes before putting her face into her hands and sobbing quietly. He called her six times that night. Each time the phone was picked up he could hear her crying asking "why?" Her words shaking. He assumed she was heavily drinking for her speech got slurred and at one point when he asked if she needed him to come over she screamed multiple profanities before slamming down the phone. She continued to drink and her medical forums had to be updated more and more frequently. Winston was constantly worried about her; coming to his wits end he sat her down and in a fierce voice demanded "Lena, I have multiple projects I need to be completing and I can't complete them while also trying to check up on you; please, stop!" She tried to put up a fight but in the end the young woman was vowing to stop.
"Ms. Oxton!"The receptionists voice was loud and sweet, cutting through her thoughts like a knife into butter. Walking over to where the nurse was holding the door she bumped into Pharah who muttered something insulting before sulking back to her seat. The walls felt inclosed and so...White, it was almost intimidating to see such cleanliness. "Right through here ma'am." The kind nurse guided her through yet another door. This room wasn't quite as scary at the halls, it had a comforting feel with a blue bed that was under some white plastic or crinkly like sheets.
"So how are we feeling today?" The chirpy nurse asked her.
"Okay I guess. Just here for a check-up." She briefly responded.
"Alrighty then! Let me just grab some basic information and I'll get out of your hair. Sound good?" Tracer nodded in response, holding out her arm as the nurse walked over with a small needle.
"This will only hurt just a teeny weeny bit okay?" She chirped, drawing out the "ju" in just. "Ready? One...Twoo…" Before finishing Tracer felt a small sting in her arm. "All done! Dr. Ziegler will be with you in just a minute." She stated as the small screen on the wall began to glow, reading all of Tracer's vitals. After the nurse left Lena began scanning the wall.
'Intoxication: Alcohol level-78%
Blood pressure: 115/70mmHg
Heart rate: 80BpM
Temperature: 36 Degrees Celsius
Breathing: 16 bPM
Everything seemed normal except her alcohol levels and that worried her, she didn't remember drinking since Tuesday, was Winston right? Was she really an Alcoholic? Why couldn't she remember? A small knock interrupted her thoughts before she was greeted with a sweet, soothing voice with a Swiss accent greeting her."Hello, how are we doing today?" Tracer had seen Mercy around and knew her name but up close…. It occurred to her that this was the first time in a long while she had felt attracted, to anyone really. Her blue eyes seemed to pierce right through the smaller woman's glowing chest piece. Angela approached the bed, stethoscope in hand, sliding it under her patient's shirt and pressing it into her mid-back. "Deep breath now." Tracer drew a shaky breath, feeling a cold hand shaping itself to feel her curves, gently applying pressure in an attempt to straighten her back.
"Are you alright, dear?" Angela's voice interrupted whatever thoughts Tracer was having, bringing her back to reality.
"I-I'm fine, l-luv. You? Yea, yea. I'm fine. You know, all about that doctors forum." Stammering and not being able to find her words was something Lena wasn't used to. Let alone trying to be smooth and looking like an idiot.
"Alright then. You seem nervous, are you sure everything is alright?" The blonde giggled while clipping a lens onto an Otoscope and planting it in the younger woman's ear. Her other hand kept busy steadying Tracer's face. It felt awkward. She knew Mercy wasn't trying to be romantic at all but it felt like, caressing?
"Do you have any plans for your week off?" Angela cocked an eyebrow, shifting the small device to Tracer's other ear.
"Not too much. I thought uh..." She trailed off
Mercy set Otoscope down then cupped Lena's throat, gingerly massaging her veins, trying to find a pulse before asking "Come on now, you can tell me. What's up?"
Tracer sighed. "I was just kinda gonna look for a date." Mercy noticed that she was pretty shy about this while normally the brunette was hyper and outgoing, always giggling about nonsensical things.
"Well, I'm sure you'll find some lucky boy." Angela stated with a shrug before sitting down in a circular chair.
"Look, love, I'm probably not gonna find any boy." It was said a little more stern than she meant it to be but nevertheless it got the doctor's attention. Mercy dragged her thumb along the holographic tablet; Tracer could see she was checking her sexual orientation. It wasn't about disclosure anymore, if a doctor wanted to know something they could just check, that damn needle collected everything and anything a doctor might need to know. Said doctor looked up at the blushing woman on the bed with a soft smirk. Honestly the brunette felt like she needed a drink.
"Well, actually that's about everything, Lena." The older blonde couldn't really think of anything else to say.
"Really? You've 'ought to be kiddin' me!" Now she was just trying to look for an excuse to stay.
"Really. Although, lay off the drinks just a bit. It could do severe brain and kidney damage in the long scheme of things."
"Aw thanks love. It really is nice to know someone aside Winston is lookin' out for me."
"Well, I wouldn't want to see such a pretty patient sick at such a young age." Mercy laughed as she stood up, opening the door for Tracer. "You have an excellent day you hear?"
"Yes, doctor." To be quite honest she was feeling pretty great. Walking out she bumped into Pharah again.
The Egyptian vocals called her out. "Can you not watch where you're going?"
"Well I don't suppose I can. I haven't got a clue about why you're being so irritable. " Tracer didn't intend on letting Pharah running her good mood.
Being older but clearly not more mature Pharah leaned in "Maybe I wouldn't be so irritable if you're ass wasn't always in my way." The gruff tone only made the smaller woman bolder. and angrier.
"I was never IN YOUR way. You just 'appened to be bumbling around like a barmpot and smashed into me!" Before long people in the waiting lobby were looking at the two women arguing which only gave each one more of a reason to not to back off. Hanzo happened to be there and saw a chance in redemption.
"What is this ridiculous quarrel about?" He demanded.
"Back off mitzarugi. This doesn't concern you." Hanzo assumed the bigger woman was insulting his heritage and pushed Tracer away, puffing out his chest out and standing as straight as possible.
"Well, now it does." His menacing words hung in the air for what felt like ages. The two brawny people stood, Tracer standing up and screaming at both of them, the waiting lobby had become a show at that point. Symmetra was trying to stifle her laughter while Zenyatta had gotten up and began to try a diplomatic approach. Tracer actually found the whole situation kind of fun, that was until a cold tone yelled at them to stop. Everyone turned their heads to gaze upon someone who was normally angelic, nice and caring that had turned into someone that looked fierce, malice and Angry.
"Pharah! I want to see you in my office right now!" The older woman sounded more like a teacher than anything else. "The rest of you who still had appointments will have to re-schedule. I hope you have a fantastic day, please excuse my friend." She ended with a slam of her door.