As She Slumbers

The blue skinned assassin lay unconscious on the medical bed, a mask on her face that connected to an aesthetic. She had been put under because, or at least Doctor Vaux had said, she had suffered a few internal injuries from her fall that would be exacerbated by her continued movement and the bullet fragments in her side needed to be removed. Thankfully they hadn't embedded that deep so full scale surgery wasn't required due to the shot mostly being a graze, but removing them without her being under would have proved challenging.

He was also scared.

How could he not be, he reasoned? His son had gone out back for a breath of fresh air and came back with one of the most wanted assassins in the world, covered in bruises with an impossibly slow bleeding wound on her side and a look on her face that screamed that she was ready to kill him and his dear Fabrice. He hadn't believed his son when he told him that there was a woman with blue skin he had brought in, but then he saw her as he entered the waiting room and there was no denying it.

What had happened after was a rush to act as casual and nonthreatening as possible, while also proceeding to tend to her wounds. He swore the Hippocratic oath, and he wasn't going to break it just because of who his patient was. After meeting her in the waiting room he had offered his hand and told her his name, but she hadn't returned the gesture.

"Can you help me?" was all she had asked. No name, no attempt at courtesy but, he reasoned, that was to be expected given who she was and her line of work. He had just nodded and lead her into the back where he had a few spare medical beds private from the others and asked for her to lay down.

It had surprised him when she complied, but he set to work assessing her injures while making sure to observe them most delicate touch he had ever used in all his years in the medical field. He didn't know at what point Fabrice had ran off back to play, but by the time he was done assessing her injures and drawing up a plan to help her but also to save himself should things go wrong he had gone.

"Madam, you look like you have been thrown against every wall in Paris. I can give you some painkillers for them, but for your open would I can spot some metal fragments. I should be able to remove them with tweezers but I will need to apply a sedative. Both for the procedure and because I am worried that the extent of your injures will only worsen with movement. If you have any internal bleeding or broken bones then…"

He stopped there, both because he felt his reasoning had gotten across and because of the scowl on her face made it clear she really disapproved. He would have been lying if he said he hadn't said a silent prayer and crossed his fingers to not be killed then and there. As he currently stood living and breathing, that thankfully hadn't occurred yet.

Once she had reluctantly gone under, he set about his work, though he had needed to remove all sharp objects from the room first at her insistence, and she had very nearly patted him down before he turned his pockets inside out for her. He started by removed the fragments of what he found to be a single bullet that must have hit off something before exploding into shrapnel from her side and disinfected then sealed up her wound, then wiping away any blood before applying a bandage.

From there he activated a medical droid with the same capabilities as a normal CT scanner though at a less detailed resolution. It was this that gave him pause, and made him enact the second part of his plan to make it through this earlier than he had intended to. "mon Dieu, what is that?"

It wasn't a second later that his hand was grasping the phone in his office and ringing a certain specialist doctor all the way in Switzerland. "Excuse me, would this be the number of Doctor Angela Ziegler?"

Strangely, it was a man's voice that came back through the phone, speaking perfect French. "It would, my name is Elias and I am Miss Ziegler's personal assistant. What is the nature of your call?"

"I have some information I must get to her, it's of critical importance regarding a patient of mine."

"Of course, sir, Miss Ziegler has a free schedule for today so I can put you right through. Please wait one moment" the man replied, a moment before the line started to beep to indicate that he was on hold. It didn't take long for the beeping to stop as he heard himself getting put through to another phone, and he didn't waste a single moment to start speaking.

"Hello, is this a Doctor Angela Ziegler? Formerly of Overwatch?"

Twenty Minutes Later

Mercy sat in the passenger compartment of the fastest plane that was in the possession of her organisation. She couldn't help but feel proud, she had clawed it into existence through sheer will and determination as well as all her life savings from the modest salary Overwatch had provided. Still, it had taken a lot of convincing to get investors and there had been stumbles along the way but they had just finally become what she had always envisioned.

And now she was going to leave it. It left a sour taste in her mouth but she couldn't help but feel she had made the right choice. People were going to get hurt, and she needed to be at the forefront to ensure that she could help as many as people as possible even if it meant risking her own life and her legal status. Besides, Winston and many others were her friends and she missed them dearly.

It still didn't make what she was doing any easier, and her destination didn't help set her mind at ease. Normally she would enjoy going to Paris, it was a beautiful city if a little bit of a tourist trap with all of the souvenir shops that littered the streets, but this was no ordinary visit. As they began to taxi onto the runway and the pilots ensured that everything was in order, she couldn't help but wonder if she was making a big mistake.

Not with her decision regarding Overwatch, but rather the patient she was about to attend to. Every fibre of her being was screaming at her to just call the police, or to inform Winston and any of the others that had answered the call. But at the same time every instinct she had honed over her long medical career was telling her that this was the right thing to do, that regardless of the person it was her duty to provide medical aid before anything else. Plus, Doctor Vaux had found something that made him feel compelled enough to directly phone her and that intrigued her.

"What have I gotten myself into now?" she wondered, squeezing the bridge of her nose as her plane began to take off.

Chapter End

It's time to start bringing in the others I'd say, so that's what I am attempting here with Mercy heading over to Paris. This chapter actually took a lot longer to finish than I planned, my procrastination be damned. I hope you all enjoyed this and that you stick around as the story unfolds.

See you next chapter.