Hanzo X Reader My dragon spirit (Part 1)

Hanzo X Reader My spirit dragon (Part 3)

                  

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"MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!" you heard the commander scream in anger, nervousness in a tint in his voice. Kicking the door open with such force, the door slammed onto the floor but Jack payed no mind to it. He rushed down the hallway at lighting speed, trimming footsteps clicking, the sweat that dripped on the side of his right cheek, and he panted heavily with big shallow breaths, even if he was wearing his bright red visor that glinted beneath the light of the hallway. He carried Angela in his arms, bridal style, strong arms cradled the doctors body tightly was if she were too fall on the cold hard floor of the Overwatch base.

All you remembered was blood.

Blood that dripped everywhere, Jack's vest was spoiled in crimson red stains, but the blood came from the innocent healer Angela. A huge red gash, flesh almost ripped open dreadfully mostly from her abdomen, but more scratches and bruises clearly seen in her arms and legs. One of her wings was torn, some of the parts were gone, and some pieces were hanging with the bits they had left. Mercy's white hair parted ways in different directions, dirt and pebbles hanging on the corners of her head. The commander, gently placed her down on the surgery bed and brushed her hair locks on the side.

"What did this?" you asked voice calm and collected, as if you were a completely different person. In real life you would be probably screaming your head out, asking questions and just freaking out in general. Your gaze went too tiny details of injuries, minor infections, dark purple bruises, scatches and scraped dead skin. But in reality, all you were worried about was the red gash that covered Angela's abdomen. But you showed no emotion, your eyes were not showing any hint of worriedness, and your voice had no edge of nervousness. As you learned that if more people knew you were also as stressed as them, the situation would be much worse.

"S-she she got slashed on the abdomen, and stabbed on the leg by a katana warrior." Jack explained voice was shaking, brushing his hair in stress with his red and black gloves that had scratches and split ends, like most of his uniform.

"And?" you pursued him to continue, motioning your hand in a small gesture.

"I tried to save her, I really did. But they were too skilled, and by the time I tried to push her away, the warrior had already hurt Angela with his sword." He told you, growing more and more impatient. You took a deep breath, you had to start or Angela might have a dreadful fate, it was all in your hands at the moment.

"Jack, you must leave now." Ordering the commander, almost dismissing him. His eyes widen in surprise, never had he seen you so serious. Or nevertheless ordering him to do something.

"Bu-"

"No buts, now leave, go inform the others, and go check on the others who may also have injuries." You looked at him straight in the eyes or more so the red visor that covered his face like a mask. Jack sighed in defeat knowing there was nothing else he could do to stop you. So he just nodded in agreement, and walked towards the door, taking a final look back at Angela.

'At least Hanzo wasn't on that mission..." your thoughts pondered for a slight moment. Then you shook your head. 'No it isn't time to think about Hanzo! Angela is in danger and I have to save her!"

Your hands worked like a machine, grabbing supplies and tools, medicine cloths, everything you practically needed.

Angela's voice ringed in your head.

"If the patient is unconscious, the task will be easier, take a deep breath and do what I taught you."

Taking a deep breath, slowly inhaling, and exhaling, with your chest rising up in every movement, closing your eyes for a second and then deter inly opening them back up. First you cleaned up the blood on the wound, blood had stopped pouring but it started to dry up. But it was quickly infected, it was exposing open blood vessels that got infected by the air. "Godamit Y/N, you should have gone faster..." you thought in your mind, cursing too yourself.