It's the twenty-ninth day now. What kind of hero will you be?
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"Hopefully this will teach you not to overdo it, Aleksandra."
Zarya scowled as Mercy finished putting her arm in a sling. The pink-haired soldier had been lifting weights earlier and had decided to try and beat her previous record of 512 kg…only to go overboard and pull a muscle.
"I am strong as mountain! This should not have happened!" exclaimed the bodybuilder in her thick Russian accent.
"You forget that you are human, Aleksandra," stated the healer as she cleaned up. "Even you have limits."
"Limits are made to be broken."
She watched as Mercy let out a sigh and turn to her with a frown.
"That may be, Aleksandra, but as a healer I cannot allow you to continuously push yourself like this. Your body will wear itself out to the point of no return. You keep saying that you wish to protect the ones you love, but how can you do that if you're broken?"
Another scowl appeared on Zarya's face. She did not need to be told how to look after her own body. She was a former athlete! She knew how to keep her body in shape!
"Just heal my arm with your magic!"
Mercy frowned once more. "It is not magic and no, I won't. I am letting your arm heal naturally, hoping that it will teach you about your limits."
"That is not fair!" exclaimed Zarya as she glared at Mercy.
"Then maybe next time you will think twice before trying to lift weights twice than what you are used to. Now please leave. I have other patients to look after."
Zarya let out a groan as she stood up and left, heading towards her room. She had no choice but to do what Mercy said. She only hoped that her arm would heal soon. She needed to get back onto the field and crush omnics as soon as possible.
FIN
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When Overwatch was first announced, I was actually excited for it. The characters were interesting and looked great. And then it was revealed that the game would be multiplayer only and the excitement was shattered.