Soldier 76 was checked into the national hospital while everyone else was retreating to Gibraltar. Luckily his basic physical and mental vitals were same as before so he was transferred for more in-depth treatment in Gibraltar. He spent most of it asleep or in a haze. He hated being like this, as he kept dreaming of the times he was first enrolled into the program decades ago.

The rest of the Overwatch team was situated in Gibraltar. Everyone was off into their own cliques.

Mercy was in the medical bay, watching over Jack. She looked over to him, gently smiling as she snoozed. Sitting in the chair, she observed how pale Jack's skin was even after all those years. Scars covered his face and body and his bright blonde hair faded into a luminous white. The years were decent to him, she guesses. His eyes haven't changed and neither did his voice. He began to toss and turn and muttered something incomprehensible.

"Jack, you're in Gibraltar," Mercy whispered soothingly, "It's okay, you can wake up now." He still lay asleep.

Reaper then emerged from the door, kicking it out, "I heard you told the Minister of Public Health to suck a lemon! That's a great one!"

"Reyes!" Mercy admonished, "He's trying to sleep!"

"FUCK!" Soldier 76 swore loudly, cocking his head into his shoulder, and sitting upward, now awake.

"Cool! You swore!" Reaper did a thumbs up.

"This is not good!" Mercy gasped, "I thought the national hospital did a brain scan."

"They did," Jack tried to reassure her, "It was only a few tests and a- FUCK! Just a PT scan. I'm still myself- SHIT!" He cocked his head to the other shoulder.

"That's it, I'm calling an emergency meeting!"

Everyone was now huddled into the board room, whispering to each other.

"What is this for?" Genji asked to .

"I don't know, I think it's about Soldier 76," whispered back.

"Can't I just ditch this meeting, my WoW guild is really waiting on me," Sombra complained.

"Good going with the priorities," spat. Sombra stuck her tongue out. Mercy and Winston then appeared from the backboards and onto the stage. People went quiet as the projector screen slowly yet noisily descended from the ceiling. Winston connected the laptop to the podium and put Athena next to it. He then opened a slide show before closing a window.

"Is that Discovery Channel?" McCree grimaced.

"I loved watching it as a child growing up," Hanzo replied, "Food for the brain."

"Ewwwww…" McCree shuddered.

"Everyone, pay attention!" Mercy announced through the microphone and clapped her hands twice, "This is an emergency meeting!"

"Is Jack dead?" Reaper raised his hand.

"Very funny, Reaper. He's not."

"Is this about the beef?" Zarya raised hers, "I can't take this lean beef anymore!"

"That's another issue. The issue we are facing today is that we are going to learn about a thing called Tourette's Syndrome. Winston if you will?" Winston clicked the slideshow, revealing a large piece of word art saying, 'Tourette's and You'.

"Tourette's Syndrome is a mental condition that has gained notoriety over the years. More common in men than in women, it's a deep problem in the nervous system. It's symptoms are often repetitive in the form of movements and sounds called tics." Winston clicked to advance the slide.

McCree began to snore as his head rested on Hanzo's shoulder, "Pay attention!" The archer sharply reminded. The cowboy shook himself awake and kindly nodded to thank him.

"Tics can be movements such as blinking, shrugging, making a certain face, or jerking a limb. A sound tic can be swearing, shouting, grunting, coughing, clearing the throat, or repeating what someone has said. Because it's a condition of the nervous system, the person cannot control it. It can even be genetic. Yes, Mei?"

"Have you pinpointed where it has happened?"

"Yes, Mei. There are different parts of the brain responsible but even at this time we don't know what exactly. Treatment is often minimal but therapy can limit tics."

"Are we going to drug him?" Ana asked, "A shame if we have to."

"No, we are not going to drug him. It's a shame that you won't let me fix your eye."

"I retract my statement," Ana sat down, slightly ashamed.

"The heart of the matter is not only we all learned about a new medical condition, but this is a way for me to deliver some news. Soldier 76 has Tourette's Syndrome. He still is our leader and I demand that you respect him. Actually, I am going to show a video demonstrating the condition." Winston opened a video file.

The man in the video was obese, sitting in a recliner, and yelling swear words. He was stringing the swear words along with creative insults and things were thrown at him. The audience started giggling.

"If that's what 76 will be, this team might as well be a comedy club!" Lucio laughed.

"Jolly Rodger's Donut Shop, that's some good material right there," Tracer was struggling not to laugh.

"He sounds like a couple of streamers I know," commented.

"What a classic film!" Sombra wiped her eyes.

"Okay, this video is an exaggeration but the messages hold true," Mercy stopped the video in disgust, "I want you to keep in mind even though the electricity has damaged his brain, he still is our leader. Jack, if you will." Soldier 76 emerged from the backboards and waved at the audience.

"I am okay, I can fight like usual and I won't stop fighting- SHIT!" Soldier 76 cocked his head back and dropped the microphone, "Sorry- FUCK!" Everyone gasped, "To make this less awkward, I announce this meeting complete. Have a good day- ASS!" People scattered in complete awkwardness as Mercy buried her head in her hands, crying.

Mei ran up to Mercy in her office, patting her shoulder, "Angela you did your best. Don't feel bad."

"That was not my best!" Mercy disagreed between sobs, "My best was if I operated on his brain. I should have challenged the hospital."

"The brain is a fragile and complicated thing. I don't think you could cure his Tourette's that way."

"I could've extracted the electricity!"

"You'd risk shock. I know omnic shockings last longer and are more conductive," Mei sat down and hugged Mercy, "He looks fine save the Tourette's. I'm sure we can trust his word and move on like usual."

"I hope so."