The white masked man slumped down on the cold floor. He had not expected the burst of pain in his body. The man cursed loudly with raspy voice. The pills should have lasted at least until tomorrow morning.
He started to cough as the pain crawled over his throat and chest like frost on a window. A gloved hand clawed the wall for support.
Black smoke oozed from him and he felt himself losing control of his body. His arm vanished in smoke and his head hit the floor. The world was turning dark and cold, the sound of his owns coughing echoed in his head and it rang in his ears.
He felt so tired.
Slowly, slowly he lost his body to the smoke until only torso, left arm and head were left. He laid there in darkness unable to think, unable to move and drowning in pain. He did not now how long he had been lying there but numbness started to mix with the pain as his body and mind become exhausted.
Suddenly the door to his room opened and steps echoed. Light seemed to flood into the dark room and behind his eyelids he saw white. Someone called out for him and he felt a hand placed against what remained of his body. Someone adjusted his body so his head rested on someone's lap.
The mask was removed and he felt warmth against his cheek as a hand touched him.
He did not need to open his eyes to know who it was. Only one person except for him had the key and code to his room. He felt a weird sensation of safety amidst the whirls of pain and numbness. He realized that he had waited; even longed for this touch somewhere in his mind. This warmth, this touch and this scent had somehow managed to grip what remained of his heart and soul.
Lips against his forehead made him sigh of relief as it calmed his mind and left an almost burning mark. It felt like getting high on a drug, the pain was still there but it was more like an echo than a scream. A lovely voice whispered in his ear and promised to stay.
The voice felt like a gentle breeze and a melody filled the room. It lulled him tenderly and made him feel like he was floating on water. He found it easier to breathe as a hand carefully massaged his chest. Slowly he felt his own body return to him and he reached up his hand to softly trace the lips of his saviour.
" Thanks "
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Overwatch and you
FanfictionShort stories about you x/and Overwatch character. I kind of have no real OTP yet so YOU it is. I try to keep it gender neutral... No beta reader. Some stories might be a bit mature than others. I will mark them out in the title. But most are jus...
