I'm Sorry

Part 26

She wasn't sleepy, lying on the floor with the blanket covering her body. The light comforted her from the darkness, and she tried to close her eyes to sleep. But then another light came in from nowhere and she quickly squinted her closed eyes from the bright light.

She opened them slowly, and saw a feminine figure walking towards her with the sounds of clicking heels. She slowly got up and rubbed her eyes to see clearly, and she looked up at the looming figure in front of her.

"He needs help. Come." The sound of a familiar French woman clicked her mind. Her eyes softened as she looked at her.
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"How did he end up getting himself hurt?" Angela walked her way towards the infirmary with Widowmaker by her side.

"Let's just say, he had a little tantrum." Angela raised an eyebrow, curious of her statement.

"Tantrum?" She asked. Widowmaker was hesitated to tell her.

"It's better if you don't know about it." She mused. Angela was curious, but by the way the sniper put into words, she guessed it must've been because of his state.

They reached at the infirmary, and Angela saw he was still lying on the bed, in a curled up state. She could hear him grunting and wincing from his pain. Widowmaker stepped back, and Angela turned to look at her.

"I'll wait outside. You go check his wounds." She retorted. Angela nodded and slowly walked her way towards the grieving wraith.

Reaper realized her presence and softly growled, but loud enough for her to hear. She stopped midway, afraid to go closer.

"Go....away...." he bellowed. Angela was disheartened at first, but then quickly rage filled inside her. She didn't want to be weak, she thought. She's tired of all that. Why did she have to listen someone else when she actually had the choice to do what she wants? She continued walking towards him, until she was standing in front of him. He slowly looked up at her, still in pain.

"Haven't you heard...? Go--"

"Then you rather suffer from that wound?" She cut him off. He was silent at first, then he growled again.

"I already suffered worst." He winced. He was being so stubborn, she thought.

"Then this wouldn't be a problem for you.. You've been worse.." he snorted despite he was in pain. His brown pupils that had a glint of glowing red glared at her blue ones.

"Yeah... I wonder who made me been through this hell..?" He sassed, but she didn't falter. Her face was still stern, looking at him. She's tired with all of this. She had to be professional.

"Say all you want, Gabriel... I only come here to tend your wound. Even if I cry, begging you for a hundred times, you still hate me. That doesn't change anything." She reasoned. He was speechless.

Somehow when he continued to look at her, he couldn't find the soft-hearted doctor that cares for her patients that he used to know.

Now he only see the stern doctor that don't give a shit.

Suddenly Angela gripped on his shoulders, pushing him so that his body was facing the ceiling, and she straighten up his crouched position so that he laid straight on the bed, which cause him to groan in pain. He tried to curl back into his previous position, but the grip on his shoulders was surprisingly strong, preventing him from moving from his spot. Her other hand let go of his shoulder and went to pry his hands from his wound.

He tried to fight back, but hell she was strong. Where did she get all that strength?

Angela looked at the wound, it was still bleeding, staining the bed he was lying. At this rate he could've died from blood loss.