Hanzo Awakes, But Still isn't Okay

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Hanzo gasped, another hit. He wasn't light on his feet, he stumbled and begged for air, but everything was fading, in and out. He fell to his knees, he lost Genji, but honestly, they were fools. They couldn't win this, just by the two of them. He felt someone grab him, "Brother! Wake up! We need to go!" Genji said, tugging on his shoulder. Hanzo looked up, his gaze going in and out, in and out. And then darkness.

He sat in the dark for a long time, almost to long. But the blue dragons appeared before him as he called, "Don't let my brother die." He whispered to them, letting them curl around his wrist. "But that's what your brother asks." They responded, "But worry not troubled soul, you will awake alive and well."

It was the last thing that echoed through his mind as he opened his eyes. Pain came in a rush, he winced as he shifted slightly. "Brother! You're awake!" Genji was at his side, he removed his faceplate, and the smile he grew to love spread across his face. Hanzo smiled back, "Hello brother..." He said weakly, which made him slightly annoyed.

"What happened?" He asked, moving wasn't his first greatest idea, but he did try to sit up. Genji pushed him back, "That will be explained in time, for now, rest. We're in good hands." Hanzo raised an eyebrow, "How are you so sure?"

Genji switched to English, "Because, the doctor here looks like an angel." He smirked. Hanzo shook his head, "We are no longer brothers." Genji laughed as the door opened. A blonde haired woman came in, her blue eyes sparkling, "Um, hello, I'm Angela..." She smiled at him, "I was the one who dug six bullets out of you...I'm honestly surprised, anyone would die from that. You're just pretty lucky I guess...." She trailed off, looking at him.

Angela walked forward, "So, how are you feeling? Not well I'm guessing..." Hanzo shook his head, "I'm...somewhat better than I was before. But no, I still don't feel well." Angela nodded, "I can give you some meds to help cope with the pain, but with your condition, I can't give you much. One of the bullets hit your stomach, so as it heals, you'll have to be careful what you eat and drink." Hanzo nodded.

"When can he leave?" Genji asked, and Hanzo sadly remembered the real reason they were clear out in the middle of nowhere. Angela sighed, "I'm going to cut it down to a week, but if he isn't back to his normal self, another two weeks. The beating you received would give you a full month in bed, but I guess you two are in a hurry..." She rubbed the back of her neck.

"We're not in a hurry..." Hanzo finally said, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. The light streaming from the windows hurt his head. "We can wait a week, and maybe more..." He mumbled, feeling sleepy. If it weren't for the pain eating him he would gladly fall right back to sleep. Angela started fiddling with things, and moments later he felt instant relief. "That's good to hear, now get some rest." She said quietly.

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Hanzo awoke to laughing, he tilted his head to look at the door, where his brother converse with two people. One was a kid with dark skin, and the other a very cowboy look suiting him. Hanzo almost laughed at his attire.

Genji noticed he was awake, "Morning brother! Feeling any better?" Genji asked, walking to his side. Hanzo felt like he needed to move, also, he noticed new prosthetics hooked to his legs. "Help me sit up."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Genji shrugged and helped him up. "So! Angela said if you're feeling up to it, you can start walking around tomorrow!" Genji said with a light laugh. He was being way to giddy about this situation.

"Where did I get these?" He asked, tapping the steel. "The local blacksmith Torbjorn made them! He's very handy with his work, helped repair myself as well." Genji hummed, his green light seemed more brighter today. Hanzo nodded, pulling out his hair, "So who's your friends?" He asked in Japanese. Genji looked over, "That's Lucio and Jesse, locals I met while walking around." He said, sitting on a chair that spun.

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