He stared at what so was in front of him, did his mind play games on him again like it has done before? The man in front of him was tall and skinny, the skin was covered in black grease. There was cuts and bruises on it as well but what so stood out the most was the bandage on his wrist.
Mako studied it and just like he feared, it was covered in blood stains. Could this be the reason for all the blood Angela found in his room that day?
He reached out to see if it indeed was his friend but never got that close. The skinny man embraced him in a tight hug, he had missed the fuller man a lot ever since he left the base.
The talked for hours as if nothing had ever happened, but they never got on the subject of Angela or the terrible drinking habits Jamison had adopted.

The moon hung low on the sky when the two finally went to sleep, though Mako checked on Jamison to see if he indeed, was alright. Jamison talked a lot in sleep if he was troubled, but Mako heard nothing.
He thanked the gods for that his friend was finally recovering from everything. But deep into dreamland, the skinny man dreamt of the night that had nearly cost his life. He was back in his room, in his metal hand was a sharp object. How it got there didn't he remember, but it was covered in a dark liquid. He glanced down on his human wrist and the same dark liquid was pouring out from a wound like a waterfall. It just poured out with him studying it.
He woke up from his nightmare with a bolt, gasping for air.
"Not again..." He breathed out.

Back at the base had the two older men helped Angela to her room. She had slept for hours when the feeling of someone missing woke her up. She glanced over at the empty side, depression hit her hard. She never got a chance to clear things up with Jamison and now he was gone. Tears streamed down her face. She was the reason he was dead.
The blonde woman pushed herself out of the bed and walked to the window, the sun hung high on the sky, she had slept well into the day. The woman didn't waste much time before she got ready for the day, putting on that fake smile and pretend that your life wasn't crumbling underneath your feet. No, she couldn't show emotions, after all, she was the reason alone Jamison was dead.

She walked around in the base, everyone met her with friendly smiles but in her head, she only saw judging looks. As if they all blamed her for what so had happened to Jamison, it became too much for her that she hid behind a corner and cried.
Angela stayed there with her silent cries, hiding from anyone. Tracer had heard the cries and wanted to find the source. When she rounded the corner, she saw the medic sat there with her hands covering her face.
"What's wrong, love?" The cadet asked but the medic didn't answer. "Is it about Jamison being missing?"
"He is dead, Lena," the medic finally said. "It has been well over a week!" The tears pushed on and got more intense.
Tracer had no idea of how to deal with this, she had promised Reinhardt but it seemed like it was useless.

After some time, Tracer finally got the blond woman to calm down. The two was talking about everyday things, Tracer was quite careful with her wording. The last thing she wanted was Angela to break down once more.
"Angela, what would you think of dining with me and Emily tonight?" Tracer asked.
"That would be lovely," the medic said with a smile.
"Lovely!" The brunette clapped her hand and smiled cheerfully.
The two parted ways and the medic walked to her office, she needed to get some work done. The day went by smoothly and the evening came by. Angela was seated at the table and was eating dinner with Tracer and her girlfriend. This was the first time she had gotten a chance to engage a conversation with Emily. They talked for quite some time, Angela thanked for the lovely evening and headed back to the base.

The walk back went smoothly, her mind was at peace. But as the base got close, the haunting nightmares crept up on her. The tears she had worked hard on holding back, fought their way out. Instead of going to the base, she seeked comfort in the bar.
She drank her sorrows away, everyone had gotten used to see the medic at the bar. But unlike the other times, she didn't stop drinking when her legs give in and she crashed into the ground. One of the bartenders helped her up and contacted the base, it didn't take long until the gunslinger came to the bar and took Angela home.
The feeling of the man's metal arm on her waist made her cry more, she pushed the man and in the process. Her legs gave in and she fell down, hitting her head on the sidewalk. Jesse hurried down to check for any pulse or wounds, the gods had smiled up on him as she was unharmed.

The cowboy picked up the woman in his arms and carried her back to the base, checking every now and then to see if the was breathing.
The walk to the medic's room was rather clumsy, he nearly managed to drop her when he had to open the door. Once inside, he made his way over to her bed and laid her down. Angela stirred slightly but didn't wake up.
Once he made sure she was sound asleep, the gunslinger unbuckled his spurs and tip toed out of the room. He looked back every now and then to make sure she actually was alright.
"Good night, Angela," the gunslinger whispered as he walked out of her bedroom, he stayed at her couch for the night has he felt bad for making her fall and hit her head. He took of his brown leather chaps along with his boots and laid down on the couch.

The sun had started to risen up on the sky, an airship landed at the base. None was there to welcome the strangers on the ship. The door opened and the two figures walked out of it, the ground protested slightly by one of them while the other limped after.
"It sure is quiet here, mate," one of them commented.
"It's barely 6am," the other man replied.
The two made their way into the base, the taller one of them hoped it would no backfire but so far so good.
They made their way toward the cafeteria as they both were staring. The walk went smoothly but were quite surprised to see Hana in there, hoarding all the snacks and drinks she could carry.
"Must be gaming again," one of the strangers commented.
The other one nodded and the two made their way to the fridge.

Few hours passed and the gunslinger woke up, his instincts told him to check on the woman then head out before anyone saw him and would jump to conclusions. He walked into her room and was delighted to see the woman was safe.
He carefully walked out and gathered his stuff before leaving.
The sound of the door closing woke up the sleeping woman, she looked around in the room, all confused as for how she managed to get there. Spending no more time on figuring out what so had happened, Angela rose out of the bed. She wore the same clothes as the day before, she stripped out of them and headed to the bathroom. The woman hoped that maybe a hot bath would ease up the throbbing pain in the back of her head.

The gunslinger walked up to the cafeteria for some much-needed coffee. The two strangers didn't bat an eye when the gunslinger walked in.
"My lord, isn't it Jamison and Mako?" Jesse said as he saw the two. He had a hard time to believe his eyes.
"G'day." Jamison said with his mouth stuffed with food.
"Angela will be so relieved to see you alive, Jamison." The gunslinger said.
Hearing the name of the medic made the junker stop eating. He dropped everything in his hands and started a mad dash toward her room. As he got closer, he took notice of all the water that was in the hallway. He followed it and his heart was stuck in his throat when he saw it came from Angela's room. He knocked and knocked for no use, the medic had fallen asleep in the bathtub with the water running.