Deceptive eyes (Moira x Reader) ON HOLD

Chapter 11_

The voices dimmed and the sound of a scraping chair could be heard, soon after footsteps approached through the hallway. The door was opened and Y/n shivering form was met by two blue prying eyes. Her eyes widened when she recognized you.

"Angela," You cried out as you launched forward and engulfed her into a hug. Oh, how you missed the smell of her perfume. It felt safe to be in Angela's arms, warm and comfortable.

Y/n's energetic hug changed when they got hit with a wave of exhaustion and their body slumped. The wind was still howling behind you and the sound of the rain turned out to be more calming than it used to be.

"Y/n? What happened?" Angela's face twisted into concern as she tilted her head so she would be able to look you into the eye. Seemingly not caring about you being soaked to the bone.

"Ha it's nothing really, just had a rough couple of days and...all that." Y/n incoherently mumbled in response, trying to avoid eye contact. Angela took a step back and tried to grab your arm as if she could smell the blood that stuck on your thumb. You quickly put it behind your back.

"I'm...f-fine," You stutterd, "Really. I just need some sleep and then I'm good. Some dry clothes might be nice as well, I suppose." Angela frowned. Yea you're a terrible liar, but it's the thought that counts, right?

"Angela close the door. It's getting cold here. You better have a reason to linger so much, I bet it's not for the weather, or might there be a Talon soldier at the front door?" Someone jokingly yelled from inside. Angela signed and gestured to you to get inside. Y/n was hoping that Angela didn't see the panic in their eyes the moment the word 'Talon' had been yelled.

You slithered past her and let out a sign of content when your shivering form met the hot air from the inside, only to be stopped when Angela softly grabbed your arm right after she had closed the door. It hurt, even though she didn't put much pressure on your arm, sliding the stolen jacket off your shoulders and revealing the bright red claw marks Moira had left you. Your foggy mind barely noticed it.

"Fine you said? Y/n these show signs of infection and you look like you haven't had a shower in weeks, please tell me what ha- '' It was so warm Y/n pondered as they blocked out the sound of Ziegler's voice. What if you just closed eyes for a bit? You were pretty tired after all. You blamed it on the metal medical table. Talon bases wouldn't be recommended as five star hotels in a long shot, at least not if you had any say in it. A different voice joined in, and you were on the floor? Who would've thought that a wooden floor would be just as comfortable as your old safehouse's cranky bed.

Well, the damned safe house, you had almost forgotten about it. Quite some fond memories there, if you do say so yourself. All the gangs and your nice weed smoking neighbors. Ah, good memories indeed. If there hadn't been innocent kids running around, getting into all sorts of nasty businesses and people getting shot for the strangest reasons.

Warm hands carried your body to a couch, making you face towards the flames of a fireplace. It didn't take long for a thick layer of blankets to follow. At this point in time, there was only one thing keeping your body from drifting into a heavy well deserved slumber, and guess what? It was the prominent smell of food. (Yes the same thing that had started all this.)

So you wiggled around, trying your hardest to get up as the blankets held you down. You were halfway there, sitting upright and almost freed from the suffocating grasp when Angela's face voice called out to you.

"Don't. Move. Y/n." Oh...she had taken on her stern doctor voice. Y/n had heard her use it before, against stubborn soldiers and people it was impossible to reason with. At times when things got hard or when chaos was about to emit in the infirmary. It was the exact same tone she'd used in her argument against Moira. Y/n wasn't sure where her voice came from, so they just laid down in defeat.

"C'mon Angela give them a break." The same voice from before said, must be Astrid's mom, you thought. Dr Ziegler decided not to respond.

It didn't take long for Angela's scolding face to reappear as she sat down on the floor next to the couch. Blowing on a spoon before slowly feeding you. It was still warm and it had a nice texture. A very nice stew.

"Just go to sleep Y/n." Angela said after you had been struggling to part your lips and your eyes started to drop. You swore that you'd only closed your eyes for a few seconds, but when you opened them the next morning, you couldn't help but let out a disgruntled groan.

You really were- soft Y/n. Distracted. Acting on emotions. Useless. Moira's voice whispered next to your head, interrupting your thoughts. A phantom touch of her claws digging into your shoulders. Y/n let out a scream as they scrambled away. She couldn't be here, there's no...way. With hazy vision as the tears started to form in the corner of your eyes Y/n looked around the room. Only to find out that there was no one there.

Still hyperventilating and weezing as you tried to stop the tears from falling down. You pulled your arms around yourself. For some reason the mountain of blankets had been gone when you woke up. Not good. Not good at all. You needed space, or rather, you needed air, something, well, anything to breath.

Warm hands grasped your shoulders and someone tried to snap you out of it. You couldn't make out a word she said. Everything was blurry and the static silence was killing you. So in their panic-stricken state you looked at Angela's face.

"Mimic my breathing.You'll be okay, just calm down." She kept on repeating. It took you a few minutes and a couple of tries later you were able to get a steady flow of oxygen. How'd it come to this? You had been fine for so long. Nothing happened during your stay in the Talon base nor during your trip to get here. So why did you break down now?

"Y/n," Angela shook your shoulders again, attempting to get your attention again.

"You're safe."

Okay, hear me out a *claps hands * _Bigger note_ : Let's just say that this didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. You might already have seen the lower quality in the last chapters. Due to school being a pain (you know the drill) and the fact that I had abandoned whatever chaotic thing my plot was after chapter 9, because I had been winging it for a while and at this point I just wanted it to end. So I did. Because I absolutely hate fanfics that stop midway without an explanation I made a crisis ending. If I were to resume this someday I'll do so from chapter 9 or i'll work my way around it. Chapter 10 and 11 were supposed to happen, just a lot later. There are still a lot of things that I want to change and I might do that in the future when I have time to spend on the actual plot. (I totally forget that Mercy was already supposed to be in Egypt. I could fix it later or something, I mean who knows right?) If you have any ideas about a plot please don't be shy and drop them in the comments! Cuz I feel really braindead at this moment.

Anyways peace out, and thanks for sticking up so long!