(Creative liberties taken in this chapter. As someone who has been hospitalized many times I know what it's like. However, I also know it would be pretty boring to read about, so I kinda...expedited Genji's recovery a little so he wasn't basically a silent ball of miserable for a week after waking up. Nanotechnology, amirite?)

When Angela awoke several hours later the sun, which had been weak with dawn when she passed out, was streaming in onto her aching body. Rolling over blearily, she rubbed her eyes and checked the clock: 2pm.

"Oh god!" she sat straight up, eyes wide. "I've slept far too long!"

She hurried out of her room and towards the ICU, expertly fixing her hair back into a ponytail and smoothing her wrinkled clothes. A few calls of "Good afternoon, Doctor Ziegler!" registered vaguely in the back of her mind, but she was focused wholly on her patient. A nurse in the ICU wordlessly pointed her in the right direction, and within a minute the young doctor was standing in front of the glass door.

Inside, the young man she had done her best to save slept. The slight rise and fall of his chest might as well have been the wings of a dragon for how amazed she was to see it.

"You're still alive," she whispered, fingertips resting on the cool glass. A weight left her shoulders. He had made it alive through her sleep, now she was here she would ensure he stayed that way.

Easing the door open, she slipped inside, retrieving his chart from the end of his bed, flipping through the nurse's observations and data. Then, curious as to who her miracle survivor was, she turned back to the front page.

Name: Genji Shimada

Age: 23

Nationality: Japanese

Family: Unknown

The rest of the chart pertained to medical information she already knew.

"Shimada," Angela thought, returning the chart to the end of the bed. She felt as if she knew the name, but she couldn't place her finger on how.

Stepping softly, Angela turned down the sheets to check Genji's bandages. With a combination of traditional medicine and her own nanotechnology she had salvaged what she could...which wasn't much.

As her light fingers peeled back a large gauze patch over his chest, Genji's breath stuttered. For the second time that day Angela watched him open his eyes. While she was sure they were normally a bright, sparkling brown, at the moment they were dark and hazy with the aftereffects of anesthesia.

Resting a cool hand on his burned and scarred skin, she smiled,

"Fear not. You're safe, in Overwatch's Intensive Care Unit. I'm your doctor, Angela Ziegler. But, if it's easier, you may call me Mercy." Angela said all this in heavily accented Japanese, to ensure he could understand, but then swapped to her own lightly accented English. "Can you understand me?"

He nodded slightly, even the small movement causing him to groan in pain.

"Water-"

"Right away," Angela interrupted, hoping to negate as much strain as possible. Opening the door, she called for a cup of ice chips and a spoon. After it was delivered she crossed to room to pull on a pair of gloves.

When she turned back around Genji was frowning hard in pain, picking at the bandages around his left hand.

"Ah, please," she stepped to his side. "You suffered no injuries to your spine, shockingly, would you like to sit up?"

A nod, and she slowly eased the bed into a more upright position.

"Why can't I feel my fingers?" he asked after she had fed him a few ice chips.

Angela sat down beside him, looking up slightly.

"Genji, you were severely injured when you came to me. Even with the technology and medicine available to me here...I'm afraid I was unable to save all of you."

His eyes hardened as he stared down the woman. "What do you mean?"

Even bandaged from head to toe, voice still cracking, he managed to be intimidating. Angela took a deep breath.

"I-Whatever happened to you nearly killed you. If we hadn't had so much O negative blood in store you would have died from blood loss alone. Your nerve damage and the, well, utter destruction of your epidermis over much of your body would have left you unable to walk or perhaps even move unless I did what I did."

"And what was that, Doctor Ziegler?" His tone was dark, nearly threatening, but underneath it all Angela could tell he was scared shitless.

Wordlessly she stepped forward and gently began unwrapping his arm. It was rough work, patched together by desperation and determination, but it was something she could improve upon, if he let her.

Genji's eyes widened slightly, and Angela could have sworn she saw the shimmer of tears as his mouth gaped, shocked.

"H-how much…?"

Stepping back to allow him space, the doctor searched her memories.

"All four limbs, sections of your shoulders and pelvis, most of the ribs on your left side, and almost all your internal organs from your liver down were unsalvageable."

Genji fell back into the pillows, ignoring the pain the movement caused, and just stared at the ceiling.

"I know this is a hard time," she said softly, returning to her seat, "but in order to help you more efficiently I have to know what happened to you, Genji."

"What happened?" He closed his eyes, thinking. "I…"

"If you can't remember that is perfectly fine."

"No, I almost-oh."

As he uttered the final syllable he instantly closed off, voice hardening.

"My brother. We fought. He's an archer and swordsman."

Angela wanted to ask about the strange burns she had found, but something told her not to.

"Leave."

As she had nothing more to ask at that moment, she complied. Once she stepped out of the room and softly closed the door behind her, a nurse appeared by her side.

"Blackwatch returned from their mission," she said.

"Ah, good," Angela replied, shaking her head to focus on the next task. "How are they?"

"Minor injuries throughout. We were able to treat them all…"

"But?"

"Agent Reyes won't let anyone near him. He's locked himself in his room, even though the rest of the team reported he was non-fatally shot."

Angela nodded, lips pursed. Gabriel Reyes, a talented leader, gunman, and her friend, had been passed over for command of Overwatch, despite being a founder. Ever since then he had been growing distant, and being put in charge of a subgroup of the organization only seemed to give him more of a reason to keep away from his friends.

"I'll take care of it," she assured the nurse. "Keep Mr. Shimada on pain suppressants and let me know if he asks any questions you can't answer."

The man nodded, and Angela turned her steps towards Gabriel's room.