Hey guys! Just to say, I have no idea that I would have this much support! Thanks guys!
As a present, I was going to upload the day after chapter 1 came out, but my dad needed a computer for work for 2 days so I couldn't.
This chapter has no action, but there will be some in the next chapter! Tell me if you like this kind of writing so I know how much JackxTracer to put in a chapter. I'm experimenting.
Hope ya like it
NebulaLion
(Btw, thank you to everyone that reviewed! I hope you like this one! Also I haven't edited this much, so there may be mistakes.)
*Disclaimer* Blizzard own every character except Jack (just so I don't get copyright on my back)
"Get him to Mercy! Go!"
"RUN! RUN!"
Were the first things Jack heard when from two voices when he went back into consciousness. Plus lots, and lots, of yelling and screaming. His head was lolled back, so he was staring at the roof. His shirt was still off, exposing all of his wounds and marks. Eventually mustering the strength to look in front of him, he noticed he was in a hospital. Most likely an Overwatch hospital, because a normal hospital wouldn't really be acting this calmly if they saw a big, talking ape in armor. Except, even though this is an Overwatch hospital, everything was mental. Tracer and Winston had his arms over their shoulders, carrying him, and 20 just running with them.
'What's the big deal?' Jack thought.
All of a sudden someone yelled out "He's awake!"
Everyone flocked to him, questioning Jack quickly. There were too many voices, that Jack couldn't hear any of the queries they were asking.
"He needs medical attention! MOVE!" that all familiar, high pitched british accent squealed.
On his left, he could just see Tracer, Jack's arm around her shoulders, repeatedly telling everyone to get out of the way. All of a sudden, one of Jack's wounds let out a sharp pain, more than he had ever felt in his life. He screamed in agony for a solid 10 seconds, making all the people asking questions go quiet.
"Get me to a medic." Jack said weakly but firmly, his head hanging down.
"We are Jack, it's ok, we'll be there soon," Tracer reassured, worried.
Eventually people started to get out of the way, but not actually go away. After what seemed to be a very long time, they found who Tracer called 'Mercy'. She observed Jack intently, almost to the point of him thinking she was looking at his abs like Tracer was.
"He's badly injured, he will need help immediately." she finally concluded in a thick swiss accent.
Mercy indicated for Tracer and Winston to follow her, and she led them to a free room, where they put Jack on a small bed. Jack immediately made himself comfortable by sinking into it. But he was only comfortable for a short time as the sharp pain was back again. Jack screeched once again, louder than the other one. His breathing was quick and shallow. Mercy and Tracer rushed over to him, and Winston stood at the door, looking at Jack with a quizzical face.
"Jack, what's wrong?" Tracer asked.
But Jack couldn't respond, as his eyes had rolled back and he fell back out of consciousness.
1 day later
Jack awoke with a gasp and immediately jolted upright on the bed, breathing heavily and sweating. He looked around, no one… except for Tracer sitting on a chair beside the bed, sleeping. Jack's attention remained on her, until he looked at a clock. It was 2:30 am in the morning, Jack had been asleep for a few hours.
'She'd been here with me for a few hours?' Jack wondered inside his head.
He looked at himself, he was covered in blood and needed a shower. He scanned the room, getting a proper look of everything. It was a simple hospital room, bed, chair, and a bathroom. Tracer looked peaceful, he wouldn't want to disturb her, so Jack slowly and stealthily slid out of bed. He crept past Tracer and got to the door of the bathroom, where he silently opened the door and went through. Jack closed it, as silently as he opened it, and looked at the shower. Just an average shower, nothing more. Toilet in the corner, sink next to it.
'I thought this hospital would be special' Jack thought.
Well, a bathroom was a bathroom, and at least there was a shower. Jack made sure the door was locked before hopping in the shower. As soon as the hot water hit his body, he felt calm and refreshed. He saw the now dried blood wash off and sighed in relaxation. The shower was short, but enough to get all the blood off. Jack dried off, and wrapped the towel around his waist, covering his lower parts down to his ankles. The first thing Jack heard when he hopped out was that high pitched british accent saying
"Nice abs, love."
Next chapter in 2-3 days or so
Hope you enjoyed!