I am happy to see everyone's interest in this story! Glad to keep on writing. There is another twist that was requested by the prompter that you will see start up in this chapter...
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Chapter 2: Do You Ever Get That Feeling?
Lena groaned as she felt her stomach rumble as if it was empty for weeks. She weakly opened her eyes and was confused at the sight she was greeted with. The stark, white walls and sheer amount of beeping machinery startled her before the ultimate realization came forth. These machines... are all attached to me! Shite! I'm in a hospital.
Sure enough, tubes were connected to various veins in her arms and were plugged into other machines that displayed things in a language she could not understand. She tried to move her hand and flinched as she realized she could not feel it respond to motion despite feeling it was inside something. It was difficult for her to move her head before she could see what kind of condition she was in. Both her arms and legs seemed to be restrained in something similar to a metal case or cast but at least the inside of it seemed comfortable enough since her body did not give her any pain. "What happened to me?" she asked weakly, startled how raspy her voice was.
"You survived a head on collision with a plane," a crisp but bell like voice sounded as the door opened. Weakly turning her head, Lena was greeted with quite the sight.
"Damn. You look like an angel, love." Lena definitely was not lying either as she took in the sight of blonde hair, framing the woman's face like a halo and the bright blue eyes that conveyed intense compassion.
"I hope that's not just the drugs and nanobots talking," the woman smiled kindly as she checked over one of the machine's console before making a few notations. "My name is Angela Ziegler but some know me better as Mercy due to my work with Overwatch."
"Lena Oxton, but you can call me whatever you want," the brunette cheekily flirted, causing a slight blush on the doctor's face.
"Goodness. That really must be the nanobots," the doctor smiled softly as she wrote down a few more things she noted from the console's observations. "Now, do you know how long you've been unconscious?"
"Feels like a couple days but my stomach tells me more," Lena groaned as she tried to wrap her mind around how long she really was out. "So?"
"Two weeks. Your body was barely alive. It's a miracle for both you and your child actually."
"My what?" Lena's jaw dropped. "You must be mistaken, doc."
"Not at all," Angela reassured her. "Although it is not my speciality, you are indeed pregnant. It seems to have been something fairly recent too. I must say, congratulations."
"This cannot be," Lena sputtered in shock as she tried to look down at her stomach, as if accusing it of being a traitor. "There is no way that happened!"
"You see, there is only one sure-fire way of preventing pregnancy," Angela began but she earned a fierce glare from the spunky Brit.
"I haven't had sex in months! There is no way I'm knocked up. And I've taken measures to not have to worry about pregnancy... You must be mistaken," Lena scoffed and she frowned as she saw the hurt expression on the blonde's face. Shite. Now I feel bad. "Look... Just run the test again. I barely drink and I haven't gotten drugged. There's no way I have a kid in the making."
"I can try to pinpoint the date of conception but... please accept it. You do have a child and have to get better not just for your sake, but theirs as well," Angela said kindly.
"Well bugger," Lena murmured quietly. She noted the blonde seemed to feel uncomfortable at the gloom and decided to change the subject. "When can I use my arms and legs?"
"Your arms should be ready thanks to my nanobots. Please be careful. If you overuse them, they go back in the containment field for your own safety," the doctor said gently as she tapped the screen on the British woman's right. Both of her arm restraints released and Lena breathed a sigh of relief as she could feel her fingertips but frowned as she could barely lift her arms. "Your muscles are sore from underuse. You need to exercise them gradually."
Lena's face was forlorn as she looked at her hands. She would be unable to get almost any job that required some sort of reaction until she fixed this. "I can do this. I won't be defeated by some tiredness."
"That's a good attitude," Angela said optimistically. She tapped a couple things on a nearby monitor. "The nanobots I developed are reacting well with your body which is good. Hopefully, you'll be on your feet in a few months."
"Months?" Lena spluttered in shock. "As in plural?"
"Miss Oxton, the injuries you sustained were very life threatening. Your legs took the majority of the damage actually. The fact they are intake was a miracle in itself."
"Do you ever get that feeling..." Lena groaned but she could barely turn her head away when nausea overwhelmed her and she dry heaved. A cool cloth held by the doctor began to wipe the sweat accumulating on her forehead.
"One of the symptoms of pregnancy and something the nanobots cannot just take care of is unexpected nausea and vomiting," Angela said kindly. "Anything you're craving?"
"Fish n chips. Vinegar," Lena gasped between dry heaves. "Please."
Mercy stood up and smiled kindly. "I'll see what I can do. Excuse me," she said as she walked gracefully out, her heels clicking methodically out of the room.
"She even walks like a damn angel," Lena murmured quietly as she felt her forehead. She frowned on feeling how clammy and sweaty her skin was. "What happened to me?" she murmured up to the ceiling. "I remember the aeroplane about to collide with the tower... I hid." She wanted to curl up as she could feel the pain of the memory surge through her. The crashing as the plane hurtled itself through glass and metal on its suicide destination. She could have sworn she heard dark, hissing laughter before darkness overtook her senses. "What would I do without you?" she murmured as she decided to nap before the food would come back, regardless of whether it was fish n' chips or not.
Mercy however looked over the video feed, pocketing her phone after a second and she sighed as she stood in line at the vendor. Without me, you'd likely be walking around happily without knowing the darkness in this world. Reyes, what is your game? Why hijack a plane just to target me? So many people could have died... You never were like this when you led Overwatch. How did being shuttled off to Blackwatch change you so much?
She gathered the greasy food and frowned as she knew it would not be healthy but to her surprise, the British woman was fit as could be before the plane crash nearly crippled her body. And a pregnancy to boot was very unbelievable. While she knew breaking the news of being an expecting mother was shocking, the look of surprise was genuine and she did not see a lie when being told she had not slept with anyone. She barely knocked on the door when she noticed the woman was asleep but the way she clenched at her stomach made Mercy feel terrible. Should I have waited until she was better before letting her know this? "Miss Oxton?" she called carefully but before she could touch the young woman's shoulder, her eyes instantly snapped awake and focused on her.
"Cheers," she said as she quickly turned her attention to the food. Her body did not seem too impeded by the limited mobility as she quickly opened the take out. "I hope it's okay with you doc that I wanted this."
"You could use a little comfort," Angela admitted as she watched the young woman gorge herself on the food.
"Gods, it feels like ages since I ate," she smacked her lips with satisfaction. "Thanks. Maybe this won't be so bad. At least I can still feel my stomach."
Angela had to work to keep the frown from her face as she let Lena chatter on. How can she be so painfully optimistic? I'm envious. I won't let anyone snuff out that fire. I will help you get better, Miss Lena Oxton.