When Hanzo awoke again, he was alone, his gi and hakama had been replaced with a hospital gown. Blinking slowly, he looked around but found he was not hooked up to any aquipment which he could only assume meant he was not gravely injured. Just as he was about to sit up, he heard footsteps to his left. Reinhardt walked into the infirmary, bowl in hand. Upon spotting Hanzo and realizing he was awake, Reinhardt smiled and walked over, pulling a chair next to his bed.

"It is good to see you awake, my friend. You were feverish when I brought you to Angela yet shaking like a leaf in a storm!" Hanzo flinched at his loudness, to which Reinhardt quietly apologized before speaking quietly.

"Apologies, but like I was saying, you were in pretty bad shape for a while. Angela wanted to feed you through a tube but what you need is something real." He grinned, holding up the steaming bowl. Hanzo raised a brow, though whatever it was, it did smell rather nice.

"How long have I been unconscious?" he asked

"About a day, maybe a little longer. You would wake for a few minutes then pass right back out." the older man replied. Hanzo frowned a little, chewing on his lip.

"And my clothes?"

"Genji is washed them. They were a bit of a mess after you vomited on yourself." That made Hanzo frown even more, nose crinkled in disgust.

"I apologize, I did not mean to be a burden." Reinhardt waved his hand dismissively.

"There is nothing to apologize for, the body reacts how it will when faced with stress and such." the larger man replied.

"Now, if you think you can stomach it," he gently held out the bowl for Hanzo to take. Though Hanzo found himself annoyed with the way his hands shook, he slowly took the warm bowl from Reinhardt and looked down at the contents. Thin noodles and large chunks of meat sat in a savory broth, mixed with celery, bits of leek, onion, cloves, and carrots. Though not exactly what he was used to, it did smell quite delicious and the way the bowl warmed his hands already seemed to make him feel better.

"Itadakimasu." he brought the bowl closer to his mouth as he scooped up a spoonful of the soup, gently blowing before taking a bite. It was definitely...different, but not bad. The onion wasn't overpowering and the chicken was cooked just enough that it practically melted in his mouth. Hanzo hummed appreciatively as the warmth seemed to wash over him and only noticed when he spotted Reinhardt smiling causing a different kind of warmth to cover his face.

"I am glad you like it. I could never quite make it the way my mother did, but no matter who makes it, good soup always revitalizes the body." Reinhardt grinned proudly.

"You made this?" Hanzo asked before he could stop himself.

"That I did. Like I said before, medicine is nice when it is needed, but for what ailed you, all you needed was rest and some good food." Hanzo simply hummed in acknowledgment as he started eating again, his stomach growling so loud he was afraid Reinhardt could hear it.

As he ate, Reinhardt told him about what had happened while he was out, informing him that Bastion was staying with Zenyatta while Hanzo was in the med bay and that Genji had been in and out to check on him a few times himself. Tracer, whom Hanzo would meet later when he was better rested, had finally returned from Egypt with Fareeha Amari, the daughter of one of his former teammates. From there Reinhardt when on and on about how he was happy to see her again and how much she'd grown, though there was something sad in his eyes when he spoke of her mother.

When Hanzo finally finished the soup, he muttered a quiet, "Gochisosama deshita," before handing the bowl to Reinhardt. Large hands momentarily wrapped around his own as the larger man took back the bowl and it took all of Hanzo's will not to snatch his hands back as if he had been burned. After all, he did not want to seem ungrateful to the older man.

"When will I be allowed out?" Hanzo asked, looking anywhere except Reinhardt.

"Probably tomorrow," he replied. "Other than extreme exhaustion and minor hunger issues, you're perfectly fine. Knowing Angela, she's only keeping you one more night just to make sure." Reinhardt replied as he stood, putting the chair back.

"As it is, I should probably leave you to rest. Don't want to ramble your ears off." he jested with a grin. Hanzo sat quietly a moment, wringing his fingers before speaking up just as the older man had reached the door.

"Thank you, Reinhardt." The German stopped and turned, grin growing larger.

"Of course, my friend! Anytime you need me, do not be afraid to ask. For now, though, rest." he soothed before finally walking out the door. Hanzo sat there, staring at his hands before bringing them to his blushing face. While he didn't really feel sick, his stomach seemed to twist itself into knots and his heart hammered in his chest.

"I am tired." he told himself, "Just tired." he laid back down and pulled the thin sheets to his chin but when he closed his eyes all he could see was a toothy grin and his heart beat even faster.