I hadn't seen anyone in forever, it seemed. I was just in complete blackness for hours or days. No visitors, no light. Nothing. Just me.
Is this what it's like to be dead? Surrounded by nothingness? Everything was cold, the silence was deafening. If I could feel, I would have cried. But I was shrouded by numbness, and I couldn't feel. Emotion or pain.
I accepted it, being here. I couldn't even remember who I was or where I was. I just remember laughter, and amber flames.
The darkness was soon comforting, no longer lonely or terrifying. The thought of light finding me brought me great sadness. This is what I knew now, what I wanted.
Time had no meaning here in this place. So it was either the third day, or maybe the seven-hundredth, a small shimmer was in the distance. Something came over me, to follow it. The idea of those amber flames intrigued me. I followed after it, only for it to move away.
This happened several times, the light appearing and disappearing, sometimes I got closer than others, the small orb was just out of my reach. Until it just stopped.
No more visits from the little orb. It made me sad. I was accustomed to the loneliness, but the little visitor made me feel different.
I'm not sure how long after my last visit, I was sitting still. Trying to remember who or what I was. I wasn't sure if it was the top or the bottom of me, but I couldn't feel the ground above or below me. The sky opened up and the blackness began to dissipate. Light shown bright, illuminating where I was. A beautiful field with beautiful mountains, I could see again.
I looked up towards the sun, reaching my hand out. The warmth covered my whole body, something I hadn't felt in so long. The laughter I remembered echoed in my ears.
Junkrat's POV
Angel Wings checked me over, said I had a few broken bones that needed looked after. She tried to get me to stay, but I wouldn't. I had to find her. I shoved passed the small-blonde-Swiss-doctor to find her. I didn't need anyone to take care of me if she wasn't okay.
I wasn't worried about my body; I could make my own parts, I did it all the time. But I could make her again. There was no way I could recreate something so beautiful and genuine. How blue her eyes were or her laugh, or how her cheeks dimpled when she smiled.
I could never recreate an artwork like that.
Unfortunately for me, they had her already. Operating on her fragile frame. One that I broke, as easy as a popsicle stick.
"You will never be able to protect her," someone behind me whispered. Or
maybe it was in my head. "Shut it," I hissed back and bit my fingers. The waiting was excruciating.
Finally hours later, there was news. The doctors operated on her. Angel Wings went in shortly after I left and worked on her, but looked so sad when she came out. I could die.
I would steal anything from anyone, kill if I had to, to make sure she was okay. For her to be fine.
The doctor spoke very quietly. Her eyes were down the whole time. I hadn't realized people had flown up to see her so quickly. "You did this," the voice in my head spoke out.
The old man, the granny, a few other people from headquarters had shown up to hear the news. To hear about what I had done.
We learned that the bird isn't doing too well. She's ina deep sleep. But she ain't dead.
Visitor after visitor came into the room, but I never left her.
I sat by her side for days. I never left to eat or anything. I didn't need food. I just wanted her to wake up.
It was about the tenth day, Angel Wings finally brought me a tray and I nibbled, mostly drinking water that was brought.
I stared at her, her skin was finally healing from the bruises and the cuts when I seen her eyes flicker.
I jumped up immediately and screamed for someone, so excited that she was awake. I could see the beautiful blue that was taken from me. That I stole from myself.
She never looked at me. Only straight up at the ceiling. And that's when the machines went crazy.
Doctors and nurses flooded the room, pushing me out. Said something about coding.
The words in my head swam around, I prayed to whoever or whatever was listening to trade me places with her. I would do anything.
Finally after hours Angel Wings came out to me, her eyes were red and swollen.
She told me that she crashed, thats she's stable now. But she told me that it didn't look good.
I bit my lip to hold back tears.
Every two or three days, this would happen. And it happened about four times, total. Every time I felt a little piece of me die.
I sat by her bedside, holding her hand. It was cold and bony between my palm. I watched her, sleeping peaceful. She was like a doll.
Her eyes had dark rings around them, her lips were purple instead of pink. Angel Wings says that happens when they can't breathe on their own. I could have slapped myself. So stupid.
I killed her. I ruined the only thing I wanted in this world.
I was cursing myself, watching her, when it happened again.
Instead of the machines going crazy, her eyes opened. They didn't glaze over this time.
She turned her head and looked at me.
I couldn't breathe.
**Author's Note**
So, I do realize that this chapter is pretty short, but, hear me out: the next chapter is a special chapter in honor of the holiday coming! Halloween is my Christmas! But, don't expect anything too spooky. ;) Happy Almost Halloween! Thank you so much for reading!3