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Lena didn't know how long she had been staring at the ceiling, her thoughts muddy as the pain medication Winston had hastily given her numbed the pain in her shoulder. Her left hand hurt to move, her shoulder aching dully with even the slightest twitch of her fingers, her right griped weakly at her chronal accelerator. The thought of flickering out of existence again terrified her more than looking down the barrel of Reapers shotgun.
Winston sat nearby, tinkering with a holopad to keep his mind off things. Luck for all of them he had kept the medical bay stocked in case of emergencies. They had become far to reliant on Mercy and her staff and it wasn't as if a well know Overwatch agent could go to a civilian hospital with scatter shot embedded in their shoulder.
Well at least not without a lot of questions and possible a citation or two.
He huffed, looking back toward the bed Lena occupied. It wasn't natural for her to be so still and quiet... Her usually bright brown eyes were clouded and they seemed so far away. He wondered idly if he had measured the pain killers wrong but he shook the thought from his head. Athena had provided the correct metric for him.
"How is she?" Winston's head jerked toward the door in surprise, finding Soldier 76 standing in the doorway. Adjusting his glasses he turned back toward Lena, watching her right hand fumble around her chronal accelerator absently, her eyes finally sliding shut.
"Resting." He murmurs, turning back toward Jack as he stepped further into the medical bay. The old Strike Commander sighed, slowly removing his mask and visor. Winston tried not to stare at the long scar that marred Morrison's face, focusing on the holopad in his hands. "She'll be up and about before you know it."
"Not soon enough." Jack grumbles, his tired eyes falling on the brunette occupying the bed. "We'll have to move quickly if we want to find Dr. Zeigler. I don't need to remind you what happened to Amelie."
Winston felt himself bristle at the cold words their former commander spoke, "No. A reminder is hardly necessary. I see I'm still speaking to Soldier 76 rather than Jack Morrison." He replied just as coolly, adjusting his glasses once more.
Jack paused, expression unchanged by the others growing hostility. "Winston how soon will she be ready to fight or should I call around and hope that someone will answer. Because that worked so well for you didn't it?"
A snarl pulled at the gorillas lips, his canines flashing dangerously before he caught himself. Getting angry wouldn't help their situation, he finally rationalized, slowly calming himself down. "We will see. I have no idea how long she will be under the influence of the pain killers."
Jack crossed his arms, regarding Winston for a moment before nodding, "Keep me updated. Pharah and I will be working on pinpointing Mercy's location in the mean time." He says, his tone dismissive as he moves to don his mask and visor once more.
Winston watches as he walks toward the door, glowering at the 76 displayed boldly on the soldiers back. He looks up as Jack pauses in the doorway.
"I am sorry to ask this. If there were any other way.." He doesn't look at Winston, his hands balled into fists at his sides.
Winston nods, adjusting his glasses once more, "I understand..."
With that the soldier left the medical bay in silence. Winston sighed, his shoulders hunched as he turned back toward Lena. Hopefully she had slept through the exchange. He didn't need her to try running around in her current condition and past experience told him she would try. Persistently. Luck seemed to be on his side for once as Lena Oxton was sleeping soundly, her right hand having fallen from her chronal accelerator to rest on the bed at her side. Winston sighed again, leaning back in his chair.
It was going to be a long night.
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