Author's Note: Hey, sorry for the long wait! As you probably already guessed, I'm not following most of the actual lore behind Overwatch, so if the lore or timelines don't match up completely, now you know why. Again, reviews are greatly appreciated, and I hope you enjoy chapter four!

Jesse shook his head as he walked down the silent corridor. The poor boy in the medical wing must've been too shaken to have spoken correctly. Blackwatch had destroyed the rest of the Shimada clan along with everyone in the general radius of Hanamura, except Hanzo. There couldn't be another Shimada.

But what if there is? McCree couldn't help thinking. He hoped he'd have a chance to ask Hanzo about it later.

And Hanzo was another subject entirely. It sounded like he would be okay, but it could have just been Angela trying to lift his spirits.

Jesse sighed. He didn't know what was truth or lies anymore. He could only hope Hanzo was alright, wherever he was.

McCree shook himself back to the present. The moon was shining brightly outside the window as he decided to walk over to the bar, lighting a cigar as he went.

A small bell rang as he stepped inside the doorway, letting the bartender know of his presence. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol, and Jesse could see many Overwatch and Blackwatch agents alike laughing and sharing drinks with one another. McCree smiled. He loved this place.

The bartender nodded to him as he sat down. "Tennessee bourbon?"

Jesse smiled. "You know me too well."

McCree unfortunately did not have the best alcohol tolerance. Tonight he decided he should try to take it easy, but after a good couple of shots, he had lost all composure. In a good fifteen minutes, Jesse had completely forgotten about Hanzo and the boy in the medical wing.

McCree spent the rest of his time there laughing and telling absurd stories with Reinhardt and Torbjorn before eventually calling it a night and staggering back to his dorm. It was almost two in the morning by the time he got to bed and began to drift off to sleep.

Jesse slept dreamlessly and got the best night's sleep he had had in weeks. He got up and stretched, yawning as he slipped on his training gear and got ready for the morning.

He was about to go down the dining hall when he looked at the small analog clock sitting on his bedside table. It was almost noon.

McCree wanted to punch himself in the face. He had been so drunk last night that he forgot to set his alarm. He could already see the look of seething rage Reyes was going to give him when he got downstairs.

Jesse sighed heavily as he walked towards the dining hall. There was no point delaying inevitable. He quickly gulped down a small protein bar before continuing to the training area.

Gabriel was sitting down on a bench, waiting for McCree as he approached. Jesse was surprised to find the look on his boss's face was not anger, just a little bit annoyed.

"I see you've finally woken up. It's about time. Well, I hope you enjoy your day off, kid, because someone's waiting for you in the med wing. Try not to kill anyone while you're there." Reyes said flatly.

Jesse was shocked. It was rare that Gabriel ever gave vacation days to agents, and even more so considering McCree didn't show to morning training yesterday. But what surprised him the most was that someone was expecting him. Jesse's heart beat quickened when he thought of Hanzo, and how he might be waiting for him.

McCree opened his mouth to say something, but then stopped. He gulped and nodded shakily to Reyes, thanking him briefly.

Jesse found himself rushing to the medical wing yet again to find Angela neatly stacking patient files in her cabinet. But this time she didn't look surprised.

"Hello again, Jesse. I apologize for not being prepared and having to kick you out the other day. I did not expect Genji to wake up so soon. But I doubt that is what you came here for today."

McCree nodded quickly as Mercy continued. "I think you should know that Hanzo Shimada and Fareeha Amari were transported here the other night safely and I am happy to say that both surgeries went accordingly. They are both recovering, and are well enough to talk if you would like to." Angela smiled as she went on, "I'm glad you care so much about other agents in the facility, Jesse."

McCree could not hide his smile as she said that. But he felt guilty knowing that he was mostly here to see his archer was alright. He wondered if he should pay Fareeha a visit and if she would appreciate it if he did.

"Well, they are valued assets to the team, and important to keep the rest of us balanced…" he said sheepishly. And some of them are really hot, he added to himself.

Mercy couldn't help but laugh. "Of course they are. Well, if you want to find them, Fareeha is in room B12 and Hanzo in A25."

Jesse thanked her, and briskly walked out into the hallway before breaking into a sprint after he was sure Angela wouldn't see him. He skidded to a halt in front of a door labeled A25.

He took a deep breath and then knocked on the door politely. There was a brief moment when nothing happened before a small grumble sounded from inside.

The first thing that hit him was the smell. It was sharp and smelled strongly of doctor's offices, which was to be expected. Then he saw him.

Jesse inhaled sharply. Hanzo looked tired and unalert, the polar opposite of what he was normally like. An IV was plugged into his arm and several cords were attached to his chest that hooked up into monitors that lined the walls, making odd mechanical noises. There were a few get well cards on a table next to the hospital bed.

Hanzo looked uncomfortable by Jesse's staring and cleared his throat to get his attention.

McCree tried not to stare at Hanzo's newly attached leg prosthetics as he spoke. "S-sorry, darlin', I just wanted to see how you were holdin' up" he said awkwardly.

"As you can see, I'm currently confined to this room for the next three weeks." Hanzo stated bitterly. His voice was scratchy and worn.

For once, Jesse didn't know what to say. He usually knew how to cheer someone up, whether it be with encouragement or bad jokes, but in this case, neither seemed to work. He wanted to go over there and comfort the poor archer, but he was afraid it would offend him or possibly hurt him even more.

"I'm sorry this happened to you, darlin'. Is there anything I can do to help?" McCree asked hopefully.

Hanzo sighed. "I appreciate your offer, but I don't need pity. It would help me if you were to leave me in peace."

Jesse winced. He nodded grimly and left the room, closing the door softly behind him.