Author's note at the end.
Pharah woke up to the sound of her cell phone ringing loudly nearby. For a second, the drowsy Pharah did not remember exactly where she was, but after a few seconds she remembered that she was in a fancy hotel sleeping next to her boyfriend. Floundering as she crawled through the thick blankets, Pharah eventually was able to reach the edge of the bed and grab her ringing phone off the bedside table it was resting on. Seeing Mercy's name on the screen, Pharah sighed and answered the call.
"Good morning Fareeha! So how did it go? I told you the rooms are quite soundproof so hopefully you took the hint." Mercy said, sounding more like an excited coworker than a world class doctor.
As Mercy's excited voice emanated from the phone, Pharah rubbed her forehead and glared at the wall towards where Mercy's room was. "For god's sake knock it off Angela! Nothing happened! We just…" Pharah paused as she looked over at the slumbering form of her boyfriend, smiling at the nice memory of falling asleep in his arms. "We just cuddled."
Pharah could almost hear the disappointment in Mercy's voice as the blonde doctor sighed loudly.
"Oh you are no fun. Were you at least undressed? Don't tell me you both slept with your clothes on the entire night."
Pharah looked down at her bare upper half and smiled as she slowly untangled herself from the blankets and put her feet on the floor. "We both had underwear on. I swear Angela you make it sound like I should have jumped on Erik the second we closed the door. You of all people should know how important stuff like this is and how entire relationships are built on mutual trust and love."
"Oh calm down Fareeha, you sound like your mother. But I do apologize if I am being pushy about it. I just care a lot about you and until only recently you always looked so dour and serious. A little intimacy can go a long way in brightening someone's mood." Mercy said as she chuckled.
Putting on a shirt and some sweatpants, Pharah walked over to the small kitchen and began rummaging around in search of coffee. "I appreciate it Angela, but sometimes you get a little too involved with things. Though I do have a question, does the kitchen in here have coffee? I have found just about everything except coffee."
Pharah could hear the smile on Mercy's face as she responded. "Well unless you specifically ask for it beforehand the coffee is either delivered or served at the restaurant downstairs."
Frowning slightly, Pharah stepped back from the kitchen counter and walked over to a touch screen display on the wall. "Well I don't have any clothes with me that look nice enough for the restaurant, so room service it is."
"Alright you order some breakfast for yourself and Erik and I will come over in about forty five minutes. Then I can tell you the plan for the day." Mercy said over the phone.
Nodding in agreement, Pharah scrolled through various breakfast meals on the display as she talked. "Sounds good, see you then."
Hanging up, Pharah ordered two meals along with a pot of coffee before putting her phone down on the counter. Walking back over to the still sleeping Hellhound, Pharah gently kissed his cheek as she tried to wake him up. "Good morning sleepyhead, time to get up."
As if struck by lightning, Hellhound sat up so fast that Pharah nearly fell over. Looking around in a panic, Hellhound jumped out of the bed and looked as if he was ready to fight someone.
Collecting herself, Pharah made sure Hellhound could see her as she slowly approached him. "It's okay Erik, remember where you are. I am right here and nothing bad is happening, just try to calm down." Pharah spoke slowly and softly as Hellhound's eyes finally met hers.
As if finally remembering where he was, Hellhound gradually calmed down. After taking some deep and calming breaths Hellhound sat down on the edge of the bed and held his head in his hands. "Sorry...I...that has never happened before. I usually always wake up instantly around three in the morning. I was just...surprised."
Sitting down next to her boyfriend, Pharah leaned against him and gently stroked his bare back. "It's okay Erik, I understand. But I think this is a good thing. In my opinion I think you finally felt comfortable enough to truly fall into a deep sleep. Waking up slowly is often disorienting so I completely understand where your panic came from. But that is why I am here why we are on this trip so you don't have to spend every moment of your day worried about your safety."
Sitting up straighter, Hellhound nodded and looked over at Pharah with his ice blue eyes. "Thank you Fareeha."
Smiling warmly, Pharah gave Hellhound's hand a comforting squeeze as she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Your welcome. Now you should probably get dressed. I just ordered breakfast and Angela will come over in a bit to tell us what the plan for the day is."
Nodding in agreement, Hellhound stood up and went over to rummage around in his suitcase for some clothes. A few minutes after Hellhound had put on some clothes, there was a soft knock on the door of the hotel room. Walking over, Pharah opened the door to see a woman in a modern maid uniform standing next to a hover-cart. The hover-cart was carrying several dishes topped by metallic covers along with two cups and a large pot of coffee.
"Good morning ma'am, here is your morning meal order. Two breakfast sampler platters and a pot of coffee for two." The young woman spoke politely as she gently pushed the cart over so Pharah could bring it into the room. "Do you require anything else?"
Pharah shook her head and smiled gratefully as she pulled the cart into the room. "No this is fine, thank you for bringing it up here."
Closing the door, Pharah guided the cart over to the dining table and inhaled deeply. The heavenly smell emanating from the covered plates was literally making Pharah's mouth water as she quickly poured herself a cup of coffee.
Walking over curiously, Hellhound paused and sniffed the air several times. "That smells really good. Almost too good to believe. Are you sure there is no chance of our meals being poisoned?"
Rolling her eyes but smiling at her boyfriend's usual paranoia, Pharah shook her head as she transferred the plates from the cart to the table. "I am sure it is fine Erik. I didn't know what you would like so I ordered a little bit of everything. I mean, to us these meals will probably taste amazing because we are so used to eating field rations. Now come here and sit down, do you want any coffee?"
Sitting down at the table, Hellhound shook his head as he carefully inspected the covered plate. "No thank you. To be honest I don't really understand the appeal of coffee. It is bitter and people only seem to drink it because it contains sugar and caffeine. There are much more effective ways to wake up without relying on coffee."
Shrugging amicably, Pharah sat down at the table. "Well I guess it is a bit of an acquired taste. Though I am sure we will eventually find some version of coffee that you would like. Though I can see where you are coming from about some people and their coffee addiction. This is just between you and me, but Angela has always been obsessed with coffee. Who knows how many nights she has stayed up over the years with coffee keeping her going. I can tell you a surefire way to piss her off is to get between her and her first morning coffee. Now let's eat, if this food tastes half as good as it smells I will be more than happy to eat it."
Taking the metal cover off her plate, Pharah looked down in awe at the meal spread out before her. The elongated plate held a wide variety of fancy food that Pharah had only seen in movies and TV shows. Several slices of blue cheese quiche with lightly toasted wholegrain crust. A baked egg danish with kimchi and bacon. A small espresso waffle with luxurious mocha drizzle. A grated potato and cheese omelette. Along with buttery croissants and a single crepe stuffed with fromage blanc, maple syrup, and topped with stewed blueberries, strawberries, and peaches.
Realizing she had been staring in awe for almost a full minute, Pharah finally began to eat. If she was being honest, Pharah would admit that the breakfast before her was one of the best meals of her entire life. Slowly making her way through every piece of food on the plate, Pharah could help but moan sensually as the variety of flavors worked their way into her brain. But as with all good things in life, eventually Pharah had no more food left to eat. Realizing that she had been so focused on her food that she had not talked to Hellhound at all, Pharah looked up to see the muscular man giving her a strange look.
"I never knew you were that...um...vocal...when it came to food." The scarred man said quietly as his ears turned pink.
Laughing at her boyfriend's cute befuddled reaction, Pharah had to take a few seconds to compose herself before replying. "Oh Erik that was just because it was some of the best food I have ever had. No offense, but you don't have much experience with other kinds of food. Trust me, years from now you will still remember how good this breakfast tasted."
Suddenly there was a knock on the hotel room door accompanied by a very cheerful voice. "Should I come back later Fareeha?"
Rolling her eyes, Pharah got up from her seat and walked over to the door. Pulling it open, Pharah was greeted by Angela's smirking face.
"Come on in Angela." Pharah said in a bored voice, pretending as if she did not care at all about what Mercy had said.
Giggling softly, Mercy walked past Pharah and over to the kitchen counter where she could see Hellhound. "Good morning Erik, did you sleep well?"
With barely a speck of food left on his plate, Hellhound shrugged as he stood up. "I think I did. It was disorienting. Normally I sleep for exactly five hours then instantly wake up."
Sighing at Hellhound's usual rigid demeanor, Mercy waited until Pharah had closed the door and joined them before continuing. "Anyways, I am sure Fareeha told you I was coming over to inform you both about what we would be doing today. Firstly we are going to visit Oscar, well Doctor Hansen to you two. He may not look like it, but he was once a soldier as well. Fought in the omnic war and everything. When I told him about Erik he was more than willing to try and help. I know you have a hard time trusting people you don't know Erik, but please try to keep an open mind. After Erik's appointment we are going shopping. No offense but the both of you desperately need some variety to your wardrobe. From there we will have lunch at a cozy little place Oscar recommended, and after that we will come back here to relax until dinner. A friend of mine and his wife will be joining us so please be respectful. I don't mean to sound rude, but the both of you...well mostly Erik, can be very blunt at times. After seeing my friend and his wife off, we will then come back to our rooms. Sound good?"
Pharah had no objections so she just nodded in agreement as Hellhound nodded seriously.
"Great! In ten minutes I want you both to meet me in the hallway and be ready to leave." Mercy said happily as she walked back out of the room.
After closing the door behind Mercy, Pharah went about dressing herself and preparing for their day long adventure. Wearing the same jacket and scarf from the previous day, Pharah also added a pair of warm fleece-lined pants, warm black gloves, and a Russian style ushanka hat. Feeling a little more prepared to brave the cold weather, Pharah looked over to see Hellhound in an outfit that was very similar to the one the previous day.
"Erik do you have any clothes besides military ones?" Pharah said half-jokingly.
Giving Pharah a blank look, Hellhound shook his head. "Why would I? Military clothing is consistently rated as some of the best casual clothing to wear for practical purposes."
Rolling her eyes but smiling, Pharah chuckled softly and reached over to grab her boyfriend's hand. "Angela was right, we really do need to get you some normal looking clothes."
Gently pulling Erik behind her, Pharah made sure she had her room keycard before stepping out into the hallway. Mercy was already waiting for them, wearing a stylish black overcoat and white thermal leggings along with her boots.
"I can always count on you two being on time. I swear, back at base getting the others to come in for an exam is like pulling teeth, Jesse and Hana being some of the worst out of all of them." Mercy said flippantly as she led her two friends to the elevator.
Descending to the main lobby, Pharah felt like she was once again in an entirely different world. Every employee they passed greeted them in perfect English as well as praising Mercy on her many medical accomplishments. Walking out the front doors and into the freezing air, Pharah had to suppress a groan of embarrassment as she saw Elias standing next to the hover-limo with a hand on the door handle.
"Good morning Doctor Ziegler, any changes to the schedule you sent me?" Elias said politely as he opened the door and helped Mercy get in the limo.
"Not yet, but things can always change. I have faith that our day will go quite well with a capable young man like yourself helping us." Mercy said as she moved over so Pharah and Hellhound could enter the limo as well.
"You flatter me too much Doctor, but thank you. Please help yourself to any of the amenities while we are on the road." Elias said happily before gently closing the door and jogging up to the driver's seat.
As the limo pulled away from the hotel, Pharah gave Mercy a curious look. "Angela I have never seen this side of you before. If I did not know you I would have assumed you were some very rich high class lady."
Shrugging slightly, Mercy looked out a nearby window as the limo exited the private driveway and merged onto the public street. "Unfortunately it is a persona I had to use quite often back in my private practice days. The Angela Ziegler you both know is my true self, and while I generally dislike acting like a snob it has been quite useful at times. Don't worry, once we get back to base I can go back to being my usual self. Just let me do most of the talking on this trip, because there are subtle things that can determine how powerful people see you."
Nodding understandingly, Pharah patted Mercy's arm comfortingly. "I honestly like the nosy workaholic Angela better than the snobby rich one. Though after seeing all this I can understand how you would need to act differently around certain people."
Smiling happily, Mercy nodded. "Oh you are such a smooth-talker Fareeha. Oh my goodness…" She said as her voice trailed off into silence.
Pharah quickly looked over at what was making Angela so annoyed. Hellhound had pulled out the portable scanner from his jacket pocket and had begun thoroughly inspecting the car as the two women talked. Trying to keep herself from laughing, Pharah reached over and pulled the scanner out of Hellhound's hands.
"Erik I am positive that we are safe. Please try to control your paranoia a little bit." Pharah said jokingly as she folded up the scanner and put it in her pocket.
Crossing his arms like a child that just had their favorite toy taken away, Hellhound sat back down. "I am not paranoid, it is perfectly reasonable to expect Talon to try and kill us at all times."
The rest of the ride passed quickly, Pharah and Angela entertaining themselves by asking Hellhound various questions and cracking up at his deadpan responses. Eventually the limo turned into a parking garage underneath a skyscraper and came to a stop in front of several elevators. Like any good chauffeur, Elias had opened the car door for Mercy before she could even get her hand on the handle.
After helping everyone out of the limo, Elias spoke politely as he made his way back to the front. "I will park nearby and wait. When you are done just come back down to this level and I will pick you up."
Nodding gratefully, Mercy led Pharah and Hellhound into an elevator. Looking at a list of the various offices and businesses for each floor, Mercy eventually found Oscar's office and pushed the button for the thirtieth floor.
As the elevator ascended the skyscraper, Mercy turned to look at Hellhound. "Please listen to what Oscar says. I trust him completely so don't hold back information that might allow him to help you. The whole point of coming here is so that you could be completely honest with someone without the fear of any repercussions. Understand?"
Looking down at his feet nervously, Hellhound nodded silently. Pharah was quick to gently grasp the large man's hand with her own, a silent gesture of support. With a soft ding the elevator stopped and the doors opened to reveal a long hallway with many doors going down the entire length. Leading Pharah and the nervous Hellhound down the hallway, Mercy inspected each nameplate on the doors until she found the one marking her friend's office. Opening the door, Mercy let Pharah and Hellhound enter first then followed them inside. The three of them stood in a fairly bland waiting room featuring a large TV screen and several plush chairs and sofas. The only other person in the room was a female omnic in a casual blouse and skirt sitting behind a desk.
"Welcome, I presume you are Doctor Hansen's friends that he said were coming to visit?" The omnic said in a synthesized voice as it scrolled through a holographic display.
Stepping forward with a smile on her face, Mercy nodded and looked around curiously. "Yes, I am Doctor Angela Ziegler and these two are my coworkers." She said gesturing to Pharah and Hellhound. With a respectful tone in her voice, Mercy looked at the omnic assistant curiously. "If I am out of line please feel free to not answer this question, but I did not know Oscar had an assistant. How did...umm...are you aware of Oscar's personal history?"
Pausing what she was doing, the female omnic looked away from her display and up at Mercy. "That Doctor Hansen is an omnic war veteran and he lost a leg during his deployment? Yes I do know." The humanoid robot said bluntly.
Arching her eyebrows in surprise, Mercy held up her hands apologetically as she stumbled over her words. "Of course, I am so sorry that was rude of me. I mean not that I don't respect omnics I actually...well you see I never heard of…" As Mercy trailed off into embarrassed silence Pharah could see the blonde doctor's cheeks slowly start to turn pink.
Luckily for Mercy, she was spared from more awkward silence when a door behind the omnic assistant opened to reveal a chubby caucasian man with a wide smile on his face.
"Angela! Oh it has been so long my friend how are you?" Oscar said warmly as he quickly walked over and gave Angela a brief hug. "I see you have met my assistant Arlene. She has been so helpful, you know how bad I am at keeping track of things." Stepping sideways to look past Mercy, Oscar smiled welcomingly and nodded respectfully to Pharah and Hellhound. "Welcome, please make yourselves comfortable." Turning to look at Arlene, Oscar lightly cleared his throat and gestured to the front door. "I say it is about time you took a break Arlene. Don't worry I will manage to survive without you for an hour or two."
Standing up, Arlene let out a loud sigh. "If you wanted some privacy you should just say so Doctor. Anyways, none of my business. Call me when you want me to come back."
The omnic gave Mercy, Pharah, and Hellhound a respectful nod before grabbing a thick binder off her desk and leaving the office.
Laughing awkwardly, Oscar rubbed the back of his head as he watched the front door swing closed. "Oh don't mind her, she is just a little blunt about things. Do you or your friends want any coffee or tea? I have coffee ready but I can brew a pot of tea if you want?"
Laughing softly, Mercy shook her head. "Thank you but we are fine. However I should introduce you to everyone." Waving Hellhound and Pharah over, Mercy gestured to each of them as she spoke. "So this beautiful woman is one of my very good friends. Her name is Fareeha Amari, I used to work with her mother and she is practically like a sister to me."
Pharah nodded politely and shook Oscar's hand, surprised at how strong the man's grip was. "Thank you for helping, I know this is an unusual request."
Oscar smiled warmly and waved away Pharah's thanks. "I should actually be thanking you. When Angela contacted me and asked for my help I felt so honored that someone of such high status in the medical world even remembered my name, let alone entrust me with classified information. Back when Overwatch was still active I was on the team assigned to help Amélie Lacroix recover from Talon's brainwashing if she was ever captured. All of us on the team were devastated when Overwatch was shut down and all our research was confiscated. While Erik is not Amélie, helping him now could pave the way for future psychological health protocols.
Smiling warmly, Mercy scoffed at Oscar's humbleness. "I would never forget the name of someone I respected. I may be able to fix someone's body, but I know nothing about healing the mind. If anything I feel saddened that mental health is not considered just as important as physical health." Mercy then gestured to Hellhound who had been standing silently next to Pharah. "Anyways, this is Erik, the man I have told you so much about. He is quite similar to Arlene in the fact he is very blunt about most things, but I think that is part of his charm."
Oscar stepped forward with a friendly smile and offered his hand to Hellhound. "It is a pleasure to meet you Erik. You have been through so much and I hope that I can help you recover even the smallest bit of your original self while you are here."
Hellhound simply nodded silently and shook Oscar's hand, making the chubby Danish doctor smile and turn back to Mercy.
"Alright, I think we are ready to begin. Remember the rules about the patient privacy laws I sent you Angela. I want Erik to trust me if I am to help him." Oscar said seriously.
"I remember, please just do your best to help him." Mercy said as she nodded understandingly.
As Oscar guided Hellhound towards the door behind Arlene's desk, Hellhound looked at Pharah with uncertainty clearly evident on his face. Doing her best to be supportive, Pharah nodded and gave her boyfriend a quick thumbs-up. Relaxing slightly, Hellhound nodded and followed the chubby doctor into the room. As Oscar quickly closed the door, Mercy and Pharah walked over to a nearby couch and sat down.
Finally remembering to take off her hat, Pharah sighed worriedly. "So what are patient privacy laws? Is that basically to keep the stuff they talk about private?"
Nodding, Mercy leaned back into the plush sofa and pulled out her phone. "That is sort of accurate. It varies from country to country, but it all boils down to keeping personal information private."
Pharah frowned and looked over at Mercy. "So what if someone admitted to being a serial killer? Or if they were going to blow up an airport the next day or something?"
"That is a very grey area in various laws. For most of them, the therapist is the one who decides if he should tell the authorities anything." Mercy said as she scrolled through her phone.
Deciding to not pursue the topic any further, Pharah looked at a nearby clock. "So how long is Erik's session going to be?"
"Around two hours I believe. It would be shorter, but since this is just a one time session Oscar said two hours would be better." Mercy said as she patted Pharah's leg.
Frowning, Pharah was about to ask why Erik could not do therapy sessions over a video-call. Then she remembered that Talon was more than likely trying to spy on them, so Pharah decided to not speak. For almost an hour Pharah passed the time on her phone while occasionally talking with Mercy about various light topics.
Suddenly there was a loud crash that originated from behind the door Hellhound had gone into. It sounded very similar to breaking glass, and Pharah's anxiety immediately spiked as she rushed towards the door. Nearly knocking the door off its hinges, Pharah burst through the door with worst case scenarios running through her head. Immediately her eyes locked on the form of Hellhound who was sitting curled up in a corner of the room with his knees pulled up to his chest and holding his head in his hands. Oscar sat next to the obviously distressed man and was talking softly as he gently patted Hellhound's shoulder. Nearby a framed mirror lay shattered on the ground with specks of blood on several fragments. Taking a step forward to help Hellhound, Pharah paused when the chubby therapist held up a hand telling her to stop as he continued to softly talk to the shuddering man next to him. Pharah's first instinct was to ignore Oscar's warning and comfort her boyfriend, but the serious look in Oscar's eye made her reconsider her first choice of action.
The office was fairly standard in appearance. Soft white wallpaper was accented by black metal bookshelves and a large wooden desk. A couch and two plush chairs were strategically placed around the room while a table held a lamp and a stuffed teddy bear with mismatched button eyes. For all intents and purposes it looked almost like any other generic office, but something about the design and placement of everything seemed to make the room feel more like a welcoming space than a business focused office.
Pharah watched as Oscar talked to Hellhound like one would with a snarling wild dog, slowly and softly without making any sudden movements. Pharah could not make out what was being said, but she could see Hellhound nod several times and slowly begin to relax. Mercy's gentle hand grasped Pharah's elbow, making Pharah look back at her friend who was giving her a pointed look as if trying to silently tell her to let Oscar work. Looking back over at Hellhound who was still curled up in a ball, Pharah felt torn as to what she should do. One part of her wanted to push Oscar out of the way and comfort Hellhound immediately, but the more clinical part of Pharah was advising her to trust Mercy's friend and let him work in peace. After some quick internal discussion, Pharah sighed softly and turned around to leave. Walking out of the office, Pharah tried to close the door behind her but noticed that the door now dug into the carpet floor, obviously a result of her nearly breaking down the door in her haste. Making a mental note to apologize later, Pharah forced the door closed and made her way back into the waiting area. Sitting down on a couch, Pharah looked at the closed office door worriedly as Mercy sat down next to her.
"It's okay Fareeha, Oscar knows what he is doing. Honestly we should have expected Erik to have some sort of reaction. Let's just wait and see what happens. I know you are worried, but let's just trust Oscar for now." Mercy said calmly as she patted Pharah's hand.
Pharah nodded silently and anxiously waited for Hellhound's therapy session to end. She spent most of her time either staring at the door or staring at the clock, waiting for the moment when she could get her boyfriend back in her arms. Finally the door to Oscar's office opened and Hellhound staggered out with a haunted look on his face. Close behind him, Oscar's original friendly expression had been replaced by a much more serious and concerned look. Rushing over, Pharah immediately pulled Hellhound into a hug and worriedly talked to him.
"Are you okay Erik?"
Hellhound simply responded by tightly hugging Pharah, silent except for the sound of heavy breathing like he had just had a panic attack. Oscar stepped forward and Pharah looked at him expectantly as she continued to hold Hellhound close.
"We definitely made progress. Remember, everything I tried was experimental so I had no idea if any of it would actually work. The best way I could describe it is like if Hellhound's brain was a dam in a river. The constant mind wipes and hypnotic suggestions acted in a way to strengthen the dam, to ensure that only specific desired traits and emotions were let through. Over time the structural integrity of the dam weakened. When he first joined you the dam was still structurally sound and effective. However the extended amount of time without any mind wipes has greatly weakened the dam. Up until now it has been holding back that river of memories, but only just barely. During our session I did my best to chip away at the dam and open a small hole to slowly let his suppressed memories and personality trickle through. The healthiest way to rehabilitate him would be to slowly take the dam apart and let him gradually adjust. What I worry might happen is that the dam will fall apart completely and everything it has been holding back will come rushing through his brain all at once. This would effectively overload his brain and possibly permanently damage his psyche." Oscar sighed and wiped away a bead of sweat that had appeared on his forehead. "I will be honest...Erik has done some terrible things while under Talon's control. He has also been privy to things that…" The chubby man paused and for a second his eyes glanced at Pharah and Mercy before continuing. "It is Erik's decision now. If he wants to tell you what he knows that is his choice. I should warn you though, some of this information...should stay buried."
Pharah frowned as she looked at Oscar's nervous posture and expression. What did he mean by that? What information could possibly be so world changing that it should never be revealed? Pharah mulled over what Oscar said as Mercy stepped forward and asked a question.
"So what should we do to help Erik? I hate to say it but he is now one of our best field operatives, we cannot just keep him on base all the time, we need him."
Oscar shrugged. "The best advice I can give is to simply be there to help him if he needs it. The human brain is a complex thing. Certain things might trigger specific memories to resurface, old habits might come back, I cannot say for sure what will happen. If everything goes well, over time he should slowly regain what he has lost. Worst case scenario...that mental dam breaks and he suffers the traumatizing mental event of every lost memory coming back all at once."
Pharah felt her stomach churn worriedly as she held Hellhound. The way Oscar was saying things made Pharah compare Hellhound to a bomb that could be set off any time. Obviously she hoped that her boyfriend would recover without any major incident, but that fear of what might happen now was snugly implanted in the back of her mind.
"I will send you some suggestions for medication, though it is up to him if he wants to use them or not. Some of my patients benefit from medication, others don't. I am sorry I cannot be of more help." Oscar said as he talked to Mercy with a downtrodden look on his face.
Mercy immediately gave Oscar a motherly hug. "Stop talking like that, you have done more than enough to help us. Just this one visit with you has helped Erik make more progress than he has the entire time he has been with us. If anything happens or we have any more questions you will be the first person I call."
Pharah nodded as Hellhound slowly pulled back and straightened his posture. Mercy and Oscar talked a little bit more before departing. Oscar giving them a warm farewell before the three Overwatch agents entered the elevator they had taken when they arrived. Arriving at the parking garage, the three of them had to wait barely more than a minute before Elias pulled the limo in to pick them up.
Once inside the limo, Mercy looked over at Hellhound with a concerned tone in her voice. "Would you prefer to go back to the hotel? We can always go shopping later."
Hellhound was quiet for a moment before shaking his head. "Dont worry I am fine, no need to change the schedule."
It was plain to see that Hellhound was still a little shaken, but the muscular man seemed dead set on continuing with the plan for the day.
Sighing in resignation, Mercy nodded. "If you say so Erik." Pressing a button on the wall of the limo, Mercy cleared her throat and spoke to Elias. "We will continue as planned. Please take us to the best clothing store near here."
The engine of the limo purred loudly as Elias steered the long vehicle out of the parking garage. "Of course Doctor Ziegler, we will be there in fifteen minutes if traffic is good."
- Mental health is no joke.
- This chapter could have been longer but I did not want to keep yall waiting.
[Reviews and comments are always appreciated]
