Pic by 18（Leonidas Sun）on Art Station. I do not own Overwatch nor Blizzard. Mercy76 gives me life.

New story, new prompt. That, and I'm cranking out all of my work here rather than my actual domestic responsibility towards my family. Lmao

A/N: So there's this prompt I randomly searched on Google Images. Angela gets really sick, and while everyone else is on a mission, Soldier 76 'volunteers' to stay behind to nurse their medic. That's...pretty much it. I'm only in this to satisfy my fandom.

Ez-ly said than done, but hey we're writers, we dunno how to draw and if you do, you're one lucky bastard.

Anyways, enjoy!

There was something wrong today, Angela privately mused.

She had woken up and felt like a truck had hit her; not that she was in actual, immediate pain, but there's this heaviness to her body that's forcing her to lay in bed rather than getting away from it. And Angela hated staying in bed. Every second of rest, as she said to herself, is another life flitting away.

So this is what her patients feel. She almost felt sorry for them, but now's not the time to start any pity parties.

Today, they have a series of missions that require them to split up the team. She, alongside the squad Soldier 76 and Winston had assigned her to, will be going to Eichenwalde to secure the supply load towards the surrounding villages of that abandoned castle. After that, it will be a long trip to Hanamura to do some surveillance and volunteer work. The others will be doing some scouting missions at old watchpoints, to salvage whatever territories they can get before Talon reaches them. There's also an interesting escort mission in Realto, and a security detail situated in the Temple of Anubis.

All of this undercover work was thanks to their efforts of restoring the peace to this world, even if they are small, unlike the work they used to do in their previous organization.

And so today, Angela decided that she can't rest while everyone else is working their butts off. She knew it was rather unprofessional of her, as well as hypocritical as she's a doctor, but she figured treating her symptoms now would keep her upright. Ibuprofen for the headache, water intake for the throat, brief cold compress at the armpits and neck. She thought she was doing well, hiding her fever, until somebody touched her bare skin.

"Whoa, Angela, love. You feeling okay?" Lena said in surprise as she held onto her hand.

The blonde inwardly cursed at her carelessness. "Y-yes. Just feeling a bit under the weather, that's all, Lena." She offered a nervous smile to the brunette, who only shook her head.

"You're quite warm for such a nice day out." The young Brit took this time to study her closely. "Oh, Ange," She bit her lip. "You look awful!"

"Why, thank you Lena." Said the medic, amused. But Tracer was already feeling her forehead and comparing hers, gasping at the stark difference. "By jove, you're burning up! You can't go out today, you'd sooner die under the heat." Angela rolled her eyes at the thought. She's had worse. Surely, a simple cold can't knock her out.

And yet, Lena's voice seemed so far away. Her mind, wired since her teenage years to soak up a medical textbook cover to back, is already warning her of the tell-tale signs and symptoms of that dreaded disease. In fact, the whole world seemed to be spinning in a multitude of colors; it is either that or Tracer was upside down. "What's going on?" She heard a gruff voice as she tried to steady her vision.

She could feel a hand on her shoulder, effectively securing her in place lest she'd collapse. "I think Ange's got a cold, dad." Came the Brit's worried reply as she tried to, once again, fight the illness from sheer will.

"I'm fine, you guys. Really." She managed to squeak out from her already dry throat, smiling slightly in a fruitless attempt. Angela could make out the image of Soldier 76 in front of her, and for some reason, he kept getting closer. She couldn't understand what's his deal, until 76 was so close enough for her to peer into the bright redness of his visor, as his forehead gingerly touched hers.

In that instant, Angela felt dizzy. She's not sure if that's her cold talking or the already close proximity of the mysterious soldier. Her breathing hitched a bit as she felt the low rumble of the man's voice. "Huh, you're right. She's burning up." He grunted as he stepped away, and Mercy could feel steam coming out of her ears.

Her heartbeat is definitely irregular. "Tracer, get her to med bay. I'm going to tell Winston bout' this, switch the party comp." He ordered as the blonde felt hands latch onto her arm.

"Okay, dad."

"No, wait…" Angela tried again, but even her head felt dead weight. 76 seemed to glare at her and shook his head, urging her to follow the girl. She finally let Lena drag her away, tiredly hanging onto her ally's shoulders as she tried to assess her own diagnosis.

"Sore throat, stuffy nose, a fever, and generally just a bad feeling alongside this headache." She muttered as she was hauled onto one of the many free beds in the medical bay.

"Yup, that's definitely a cold, doc." Said Lena, a serious and worried look etched on her face. She got their medic an extra pillow as well as a larger blanket, and Angela sunk into the bed, soaking up the softness of the material like a sponge.

Lena fidgeted on her spot. "Anything else I can do, love?" She whispered as the other shook her head.

"I've already taken my antibiotics." She murmured onto the soft pillow. "Go check in with Winston, I'll get up in a minute." Her voice trailed away until a slight snore sounded from the blonde. Lena took this time to carefully retreat from the room, gently closing the door to give her friend the much needed rest.

Her comm was ringing, and after blinking a few paces away from the room, Tracer answered the call. "Tracer here. Just dropped off Angela at med bay. What are we gonna do now Winston?"

A/N: I guess this is another 3-part chapter series, I've been trying to get back into writing before my supposed deadline, March 31st. After that, it's sayonara world!

Cheers!