The Other Side (Overwatch story/SMUT)

Part 68 - Therapy

Mood: I found - Amber run

"You don't have to do this..."

"I am fully aware I do not have to do it," Angela said less than amused. "But if I do not, you will get an infection."

Jack did a sharp inhale and gritted his teeth as medical alcohol was dabbed on his opening.

"And the fact that you tried to hide it from me," Angela admonished him. "What were you thinking?"

A few drops of sweat escaped Jack's temple from the intense pain as he grabbed the bed he was lying on.

"I knew you were walking weirdly," Angela grunted, not waiting for a reply.

After finishing, she stood up, took off her medical gloves and threw them to the side.

"You should have told me that he did that!" she cried out, with her frustration rising by the seconds. "I take one nap and this happens! Why did you not take Ana's syringes with you?!"

Jack grimaced in pain with short intense breaths. The alcohol burned like acid and the drops that had escaped inside him did not make the situation any better.

Angela stood in front of him, knuckles in her sides.

When Jack managed to calm down, he opened his eyes and looked up at her. The look on her face made him feel bad and greatly ashamed.

He looked to the side.

"Because I let him do it...," Jack said in a low voice.

"Come again?" Angela quickly said and grabbed Jack's chin, forcing him to look at her.

Jack sighed.

"I told him to do it like that... I wanted it...," he said, barely audible.

Angela let go of Jack's face and turned around, grabbing her hair as she hissed.

She quickly turned back.

"That makes it worse!" she yelled. "Jack! You cannot put him in those situations! We are trying to calm him down. I gave you lube... I told you... I... gaaah!"

In shame, Jack reached for his underwear and pulled them back up.

"I am sorry," he said in a low voice.

With grunts of pain he sat up, putting his feet on the carpet in front of the bed, resting his elbows on his legs. He had to fix this somehow.

He got a cheeky smile on his face.

"Hey," he said and reached out for Angela's wrist, pulling her closer. "Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

He put on his most charming look as he kissed the top of Angela's hand.

Angela huffed.

"You will get your punishment every time you use the bathroom for the next few... weeks."

Jack's eyes widened.

"Weeks?" he quickly asked as his voice broke up.

"With the damage you have done down there... yes," Angela said, suddenly getting a hint of satisfaction in her facial expression as she saw Jack's reaction.

Jack scratched his neck. Yes, having this done usually hurt for a few days... but perhaps he had taken it too far this time. He was in immense pain. He had tried to hide it the best he could, but walking was torture and of course Angela had picked up on it.

Gabriel's feedings had been going back to the former Blackwatch leader having to take care of himself... with Jack aiding him by being there or offering a hand, but that was as far as it had gone. He could not have Gabriel fuck him... nor did he have the energy to do anything with Gabriel. Just existing was torture... but it had been worth it. He needed that. He needed the relief... and despite the pain, he felt more relaxed now.