Overwatch x Paladins Chapter 8
Author note: Seris is already on the way. Thankfully they released the voice lines earlier than usual.
Mercy was on the way to the canteen as she saw Tracer sitting on a bench at the entrance of the hospital.
Mercy: You are still here?
Tracer: Sure, I want to know what happened. You look so pale.
Mercy: I don´t know. There is nothing we can do right now.
Tracer: There must be a way to fix this. I know its frustrating. But you solved every problem before. What if we are running out of time right now?
Mercy: I know, but what should I do? Its not like there is a magician coming through this door to help me out.
Torvald: Excuse me. I´m searching for a druid. Tall, with a wooden mask?
I the door stood a tall old man with long ears. He was wearing a green and blue robe and his right hand was made out of stone. Mercy and Tracer looked at the strange guest and then at each other in silence.
Mercy: Who are you? You know my patient?
Torvald: Not really. I just met him once before. Stories of the mission in the temple are spreading around. So I wanted to look after him.
Mercy: I...
Tracer: Are whose real?
Without him noticing Tracer stood next to Torvald and poked him on the ear.
Torvald: Oh, how rude of me. It appears you have never seen an elf before.
Mercy: An elf?
Torvald: Ouch, that´s enough.
Tracer: Sorry.
Torvald: Well yes. I´m an elf. I will explain it to you.
Mercy: Later, I need your help right now.
Mercys eyes lightened up and were filled with hope. She grabbed his arm and dragged Torvald to the operation room.
Mercy: He is suffering since he arrived here and we don´t know why.
Torvald: Hey not so fast. A suffering you say? I thought something like that could happen.
Tracer left behind at the entrance sat back down.
Tracer: I suppose she back to normal.
At the operating room Torvald mustered Mal´Damba´s skin while the other doctors were staring at him.
Torvald: It looks like he is cursed.
Mercy: What do you mean by that?
He kept silence and held his stone hand above Mal´Dambas chest. The runes started to glow blue but then turned unto a violet and green light and stopped short after. Torvald watched his gauntlet in irritation.
Torvald: Oh my... . It´s not and ordinary curse. He is possessed by a spirit. And a really strong at that.
Mercy: So a spirit is causing this?
Torvald: Maybe I should start from the beginning.
Mal´Damba: Aahgk...
Mercy: Later. A good friend of mine once told me about spirits. How can we get rid of that?
Torvald: I´m afraid that´s not possible. You see, souls are a sort of energy. If there is too much energy inside a body it will harm it. I can tell he lived with that pain for years now.
Mercy: A life of pure pain? How sad.
Torvald: But now he is too damaged to recover and the energy of the spirit will collapse. If his soul leaves the body the spirit will leave too. That means it can only end with death.
Mercy: … What if I kill him just for a short time then?
Torvald: I´m sorry. I have never seen any magic or technology that could revive someone.
Mercy: There is a way to stop a patients vital functions to make him clinical dead, just for a short time.
Torvald: Hmm... Interesting, science has gone this far? If that is true, there might be a chance to banish the spirit while the soul is about to leave the body. I will gladly offer you my help.
Mercy: That sounds like a plan. But this kind of operation is very dangerous, exhausting and it takes weeks of preparation, even for the most skilled doctors.
Torvald: How long is this gonna be?
Mercy: Hm... maybe two or three days.
Assistant: Uh... what are they talking about?
Doctor: Shh, professional foxing.
Meanwhile
Bolt was parked on the parking lot of a supermarket. He wondered why there even was a parking spot for mechs. But it seemed to be common around this city. After a while Ruckus returned with an empty bag.
Bolt: Didn´t you buy anything?
Ruckus: Seems like they don´t serve "ugly little kids in costumes".
Bolt: No wonder. Didn´t you notice all the robots around her? We are not in Crosswind anymore. We are lost!
Ruckus: What! That´s your fault- What is that?
He pointed at a chewing gum that was sticking on his right arm.
Bolt: *Sigh* That´s probably from that girl that came along her.
Ruckus: Probably? Why didn´t you do anything about it?
Bolt: Because you put me into sleeping mode!
Ruckus: ...oh, right. WHATEVER. I will not let this attack on my pride unanswered! And you know what we are gonna do now?!
Bolt: Get a pride?
Ruckus: We are hunting the polluter, with a sharp mind and lots of guns.
Bolt: please...
Ruckus: ONWARD!
Ruckus climbed into the cockpit and started the engine. He navigated Bolt on the street and ran into a random direction.
Ruckus: Day one. There is a mech polluter running around in this town. I will find this girl and bring her to justice.
Bolt: You just ran over someone!
Ruckus: However my partner is completely incompetent. This is the beginning. Here we are running towards the sunset. And now that I see this, I am confident we can ensure a better tomorrow.
Bolt: I hate you.
Ruckus: Don´t interrupt my inner monologue moment!
Torvald was in his new room, browsing the books in the shelf. During the preparation he was given a hotel room to stay.
Tracer: Is everything to your satisfaction?
Torvald: That´s more than I could ever ask for. I´m fine.
Mercy: Very good. Now could you please tell us where you are from.
They all sat down on the chairs with a cup of tea around the table in the room. Torvald took a deep breath.
Torvald: Alright...
Author note: Another chapter done. Maybe we can also get Doomfist, depending on where the story is going.