~* Sorry about the coding that was really weird but here is the updated chapter!*~
Fareeha made her way toward the locker room to discard her armor before taking a nice long shower. Their mission had been a success and the Talon forces in Barcelona had been defeated. It was odd that they didn't run into any of the more notable figures like Reaper or Widowmaker but she decided to count her blessings.
Shutting the shower off she quickly got dressed before heading into the hangar to clean her rocket launcher. She didn't want to return to the hangar later to deal with the carbon build up, nor did she want to deal with the possible blow back of a rocket mid-battle. A clean rocket launcher was a happy rocket launcher after all.
Her mind began to wonder as she cleaned, her thoughts turning to her once again bedridden lover. She hated seeing the other suffer and it made her heart ache to be away. Angela was one of the most selfless people Fareeha had ever known, giving more than her fair share to such an unforgiving world. She didn't deserve to suffer.
She would have to do something to make up for being away. As she finished with her weapon a thought came to mind. With a sigh she locked her now clean launcher up, washing her hands in the utility sink before making her way out of the hangar with a small smile. She hoped Angela had gotten her appetite back while she was away.
Fareeha hummed softly as she made a bowl of sweetened oatmeal, dropping a few strawberries in to give it a little extra taste. Hopefully it wouldn't be too hard on Angela's stomach. Once the oatmeal was finished she boiled some water for tea.
"Whatcha doin'?" Lena's voice catches her by surprise as she pulls a box of tea down from one of the higher shelves, she nearly drops it.
Setting the box on the counter she glances at Lena, "Making Angela something for lunch. How is your ankle?" She asks dropping a teabag into a mug.
Lena sighs, hopping up to sit on the counter with some difficulty, "Well I went to see Angie but she wasn't in her office so I popped by your room and she wasn't there either so I went to ask Winston where she was and he said he didn't know and now I'm here and my ankle still hurts." She says in one breath, "I think its twisted."
"Wait. She wasn't in my room or her office?" Fareeha looks over to the brit with a small frown, pausing as she poured hot water into the mug.
"Nope." Lena said, popping the 'p' in the word for emphasis.
Fareeha shut the stove top off, leaving the oatmeal and tea to go on a search of her own. Lena followed after her struggling to keep up with the taller woman's stride. "What's wrong luv?"
Their first stop was her room. Fareeha scanned the room quickly, checking the bathroom before returning to the bedroom with a frown. Nothing seemed out of place. Their next stop was Angela's office. As she searched for any clue as to where Angela had disappeared to her eyes fell on the open case just behind her messy desk. Her staff was missing...
"Lena?" Her voice startles the brit who in turn accidentally knocks over a stack of papers. Fareeha turns to look at her with a small frown, ignoring the mess. "Did you take her staff?"
Lena cocks her head to the side, one eyebrow raised. "Of course not. I'd rather be healed than beaten with a bloody staff."
"She wouldn't beat you with it." Fareeha says shaking her head at the others exaggeration. "Lets go ask Winston if he can scan the Watchpoint."
"Good plan." Lena says with a grin once again following after Fareeha. "I mean I don't really think I should be walking all over with a twisted ankle but now I'm curious. The doc is only ever in two places."
Angela welcomed unconsciousness. It was a sweet release from the pain the plagued her body for hours and hours, she'd lost track of how long exactly. She couldn't even remember being anywhere but the chair she was currently strapped to, her wrists and ankles bruised and bleeding from her struggles.
"Sleeping again dear doctor? Sit her up we aren't done." The woman's voice cut through her like a knife, pulling her back toward consciousness. Rough hands forced her up in her seat, panic settling like ice in her gut. "Now lets try this again. What is your name?"
Swallowing hard she tried to think past the splitting headache pounding relentlessly against her temples, "M-My name... My name is..." A scream tore through her already raw throat as she struggled once more against her bounds. As soon as the pain came it was gone, leaving her breathless.
"Once more amiga. What is your name?"
"I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T KNOW PLEASE STOP!" She pleads, tears slipping down her cheeks. When the pain doesn't come she dares to look up at the woman who sat across from her.
She was smiling...
