Notes: All of your kind comments along with my close friends helping me has soothed my depressed and suicidal thoughts.

And shoutout to you, Villains1. This story is dedicated to you. Thank you you all. 3

Mercy was tired. She buried her face in her arms and closed her eyes, laying her head on her desk. She was done with her work for the day and very worn out.

She sighed shakily thinking about Reyes. What he had become. What she had made him. She always brought herself to think of this when she had nothing to think of.

She thought of after the resurrection. How his skin was light gray and had been covered in bloody gashes. He had almost looked… She wasn't sure how to describe it. Almost alien. Almost as if he had been made anew.

Nowadays, It seemed like he had been. She had seen him on the news. After him and an assassin dressed in bright purple came into the Overwatch museum and attempted to steal the Doomfist gauntlet. They had failed.

She wondered if Reyes had came to the museum because Talon had told him to, or because of his own private vendetta against Overwatch. She had also wondered whether he was trying to destroy Overwatch because of Talon, or because it was her he was trying to get to.

She shuddered at the thought. She knew it was probably her. If she was honest, She didn't blame him. She had given him a fate worse than death. Living with a curse. A pain.

She thought of hot the building was reduced to rubble and ashes. The smoldering gray of the rubble on the ground. Finding his limb, near dead body on the ground. Him sputtering out blood.

She needed stop thinking about this. She sighed shakily again. She looked out her window and saw a trail of blood leading to a tree and person hidden by the shadows under in clutching their stomach. She quickly grabbed some bandages and ran outside.

She felt the cool nighttime breeze on her skin and rushed over to see the figure was Reaper himself.

"G-go away." He choked out. Mercy saw he was seriously injured on his stomach.

"Please let me help you." She said. She knew she shouldn't be doing this.

"Last time you helped me I turned into this." He growls. It felt like being shot in the chest. She felt a huge amount of guilt for him, just lying there, bleeding.

"I'm sorry Gabriel." She can feel tears in her eyes. "I didn't mean to.."

"What does that change?" He snarled at her. "I'm still a monstrosity."

Mercy grew silent. He was right. It didn't change anything. He was still cursed. She hated hearing him call himself a monster.

"Please.. I don't want you to die." She was getting kind of angry that he was just rejecting her offer to help him. "You're so stubborn that you'd rather die than get help from me?" She asked angrily.

Reaper had gone quiet for a moment. She felt sort of bad for saying that to him. She frowns.

"Just let me help you.." She says sadly. She starts to pull out the bandages she has in hand.

"Fine." Reaper rasps. She knows he's trying to sound angry and scary but she can detect a hint of relief in his voice. She slowly wraps the bandages around the bloody wounds he has. She sees the white bandages soak up the blood and slowly turn red.

"I may be able to help you a bit more inside." She gestures to her office. "I have more supplies there."

"Fine." Reaper rasps. "But if you pull your little pistol on me, the inside of your head will be on the ground." She hates that he doesn't trust her.

"Please trust me, Gabriel." She says. "I didn't mean for this to happen.." She wishes he would believe her. She gestured to a chair in her office. Reaper sat down reluctantly.

She pulled a tool off a shelf. "I need to extract the bullets." She said. "This might hurt a bit."

"You've hurt me worse before." He rasps at her. She winced at hearing him say that.

"I didn't mean to.." She said quietly. She takes the tool and slowly pulls out the bullet. He hears him growl in pain. "I'm sorry.." She takes the bullet out and holds it in her hand and throws it in the trash can.

"Thank you." He says.

"It's no problem." She smiles at him. She starts to wrap the wound in bandages. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." He sighs. She looks at a deep slash on his mask.

She points at the slash. "Are you sure?" Reaper sighed.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"You have a slash that goes through your mask ." She said.

"I'm fine." He rasped.

"Goodbye, Gabriel." she said.

"My name is Reaper." He rasped, teleporting out, leaving a purple cloud.