Ever since Overwatch's disbandment people using the front door was almost a thing of the past. They very rarely occurred, usually it was a group of agents returning exhausted from a weeks long mission. With the very minuscule amount of agents they currently had, meant longer mission times for simple missions. Missions that were usually days long back then, were now weeks or months. Tracer usually got the latter missions. But, sometimes the front door would be used by thugs looking to cause trouble. Which is how they recruited their most recent oppressors.
"So it surprised Angela when she heard the front door open, while walking back to the med bay. She could hear the rain splatter against the pavement near the entrance way, she could see a blue light further down the hallway, and an extremely tall shadow on the wall behind the entrance way. The blue light began to fade, as the entrance door slowly closed. But, before it did, Angela's gaze caught the shadow slowly shrink in size, which meant that the person who was here was sitting
She knew the person wasn't an agent, for the person didn't have a recognizable height. So who was it? Another group of thugs? An explorer maybe? If the person was either of the two, Angela would have thought that they would be navigating the base. Angela's heels clicked in the hallway, as she made her way towards the entrance. Something in her mind was telling her something wasn't right. Something was telling her that this person needed assistance desperately, which was why her pace quickened. Her heels echoed swiftly down the hallway.
She was quite literally there, so close in fact she could hear the person's deep labored breathing. But Angela hadn't quite turned the corner just yet. A new layer of sweat coated her forehead, from nervousness or energy use, she bet on the former. Angela never felt this nervous when there was someone who needed her, why was she acting out now? She knew why, she just didn't want to accept it. She knew that there was a high chance that the person around this very corner would no longer walk this earth.
She brushed that side, for now, she needed to get the person moving. She very hesitantly turned the corner, a very wobbly and unstable leg just barely balanced her out. But what she saw, was something that not even she could prepare herself for. The first thing set her gaze on was the pool of crimson red on the pavement and the small two step staircase. The second thing, (which she chose to ignore), was the blood trail beginning from the top of the wall, ending at the man's head. Must've been from where he slid down the wall to sit and wait for himself to bleed out. The third was the man's cold hard gaze on her. The man showed no pain at all, but judging from the way he was holding one of the many bullet holes on the right side of his stomach, Angela knew that behind that expression, was the face of the worst pain this man has ever felt.
The man wore a quite casual orange hoodie, that was soaked from the rain, and stained with large crimson red dots. His gray sweats were cut, and in many places, blood began to pool and spread out in thin lines like fingers. Time seemed to freeze when she looked back into those cold, hard, and pained eyes. Eyes that were slowly losing their cold hard look, Eyes that told Angela alone how much tormenting agony he was in, while she just stood there and watched. He's dying, and you're not doing anything, aren't you going to do something? Her mind was screaming at her, telling her to move, but her legs didn't move, stuck like they were glued to the ground.
The man just looked up to the roof, confident that this is where he would die, he would die right here, in front of a pretty blue-eyed blonde who couldn't or wouldn't even move. But, the last painful and scared and worried look he gave Angela seemed to have melted the glue that stuck to her feet. She was able to move again, swiftly travelling down the stairs even in heels. Ignoring the slight splash each footstep made, and ignoring the blood that smeared on her white valkyrie suit, Angela hoisted the man off of the ground, with a grunt and a couple of pained moans from the man. She looked forward, a confident look plastered on her face, she was going to save this man from meeting his death, and she was going to do it as best as she could.