McHanzo Fluff

Kicked Puppy

[CHAPTER WARNING: SLIGHT BLOOD, CHARACTER INJURED]

"Dammit!"

Hanzo shot another arrow as McCree swore. He grunted in reply, sharing the cowboy's feelings regarding the current situation. The two had been sent on a mission, a simple go-in-and-steal-this-thing-and-come-back. Things had gone wrong when the omnics had shown up. McCree reloaded quickly, scowling at his arm where a stray blast had grazed it. "We are too exposed, McCree, and this wall will not hold forever." McCree grumbled, firing off another round. "Yeah, I noticed, Han. If you got a plan to get someplace safer, I'm all ears." Not if you continue to hide them, you aren't, Hanzo thought as a bullet pierced the wall beside him. "We need to distract the omnics long enough to get to the pickup point. It isn't too far from our current position," Hanzo loosed an arrow and another omnic went down. The other thirty or so were not impressed at the archer's skill. "Kuso. McCree, do you have any form of explosives on your person?" McCree patted down his pockets and serape, coming up empty-handed. "Nada. Sorry, Han, I got nothin'." Another bullet through the wall, closer to McCree this time. Hanzo swore again, "Why haven't the others answered our distress call? Surely they received it?" McCree thought for a moment. "They might be havin' problems with the others, too, and figured we could handle ourselves. Normally, I'd be flattered, but-" he was cut off with a yelp as the wall took heavy fire. "... well, normally they play nice."

Hanzo stared intently at the ground in front of him. There had to be a way to distract the omnics, but he was coming up short-handed. It was difficult to concentrate on a plan of escape when their cover was currently being torn to pieces. He heard a hiss and jerked his head up to see McCree clutching at his arm. One bullet had found its mark, and more were sure to follow. McCree bit his lip to keep from yelling out, but Hanzo could tell that he was in a great deal of pain. He dared a quick glance over the wall. Thirty-odd omnics, bullet casings everywhere, old dilapidated buildings of various materials... an awning! An old awning, right above the omnics. Hanzo breathed a quick prayer of thanks to whichever gods might have been listening at the moment and pointed the awning out to McCree. Jesse looked confused, but quickly realized what Hanzo was planning. A quick nod was all the confirmation Hanzo needed. He leapt over the wall, letting an arrow fly before the omnics could target him properly. It found its mark, a particularly old beam, and the awning collapsed onto the small army. He heard McCree let out a whoop, as the cowboy immediately ran for the pickup point. Hanzo followed suit, the awning wouldn't hold the things long. McCree hunched behind the wall of the building next to the pickup point, and started laying covering fire. Hanzo ran as fast as he could and rounded the cor-

*BANG*

Hanzo cried out as he crumpled to the ground, the bullet having hit his abdomen. It hurt, it hurt so much, it was pain and bleeding and make it stop. He was vaguely aware of McCree yelling his name, his ears roaring as his dragons sought revenge on the ones responsible for the injury. He startled a bit when McCree grabbed his shoulders and dragged him behind cover. Hanzo watched as the man removed his hat, swore, and turned to return fire. The beacon was flashing, the team would see they were ready for pickup. Hanzo steadied his breathing and clenched his teeth, trying to keep pressure on the wound. His hands felt slick, and his vision was starting to waver. "...o... mit, Han... HANZO." Hanzo jerked his head toward McCree, not realizing he had slumped over. "Dammit, Han, stay with me now! Team'll be here soon, but I need you to stay awake until they get here, y'understand?!" Hanzo blinked blearily and nodded. McCree nodded back and continued shooting. Hanzo watched as his ears twitched and swiveled, picking up on the noises of battle. No doubt the gunshots were extremely painful to the sensitive ears, if McCree's wince was anything to go by. Suddenly, McCree turned back towards Hanzo, then looked to the sky, grinning. "The Calvary has arrived!" He shouted as he placed his hat firmly over his ears. Hanzo was extremely confused. The team was picking them up in a stealth fighter, how did McCree even know they were... his train of thought was cut off by the arrival of the aircraft, landing with a thunk. Hanzo never ceased to be amazed at McCree's exceptional hearing. Steam hissed as the door opened and the recovery team dragged McCree and himself into the hold. Hanzo was given a quick glance by one of the men and rushed to the medbay, which was more likely than not a simple cot with enough blood to keep him technically alive, and not nearly enough painkillers. He grimaced as his suspicion was confirmed. Shouting diverted his attention to the door as he saw some of the men barring the door and pushing McCree back into the main hold. "I need to-lemme in there! I gotta make sure he's okay!" McCree looked frantic, and the men were quickly getting agitated. Hanzo tried to shout to McCree to let him be until they were back at base, but the onboard doctor chose this moment to place a mask over his face. The telltale hiss of an oxygen tank was all the warning Hanzo had before his world faded to black.

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McCree was a wreck.

Hanzo hadn't been gone into the medbay five minutes and Jesse was ready to tear the damn door off its hinges. His leg bounced up and down so hard it jostled his teeth, he'd already bitten his tongue twice. The doctors and other personnel had assured him that Hanzo would be fine, probably, that the bullet had gone straight through and hadn't hit anything major, but no Twister for a while. If Jesse had been the one shot, he'd have laughed.

He wasn't laughing.

The only thing he could think of was Hanzo, his face when he'd been shot, the omnic that had managed to avoid being crushed by the awning, Hanzo getting paler and paler. Then his brain helpfully decided to move onto hypothetical situations. What if the wound was worse than they'd thought? What if Hanzo had lost too much blood? What if they accidentally administered too many sedatives and he never woke up? McCree had to swallow very hard to keep in the whine that was threatening to come out. His ears were on high alert, even under his hat, listening to the squeaks of the medicine carts, the distant beeping of monitors, the murmurs of the nurses. He would've been able to tell what they were saying, except he was still in the waiting room, not the OR. The smell of antiseptic mixed in with blood, sweat, and general sickness, came very close to overwhelming him. But he didn't dare leave until Hanzo was back safe in his own room. Or McCree's own room...

McCree sat up suddenly as a doctor came through the door. He glanced over to McCree and smiled tiredly. "Mr. Shimada is ready for visitors now." McCree stood up so quickly that his chair tipped over. He righted it, hands shaking, and followed the doctor to Hanzo's room. The second he saw Hanzo, McCree rushed over and knelt beside his bed. "H-hey Han, you feelin' okay?" Hanzo looked up from the book Jesse hadn't noticed him reading and arched an eyebrow. To anyone not attuned to Hanzo's expressions, it looked like he was annoyed with the cowboy. McCree, however, noticed the way his mouth was twitching, threatening a grin, and knew Hanzo was amused. And happy to see him, judging by the way his breathing and heartbeat were evening out. "I am fine, McCree. A bit sore, but Dr. Landrum has prescribed a painkiller for me." "Which I would like to ensure he takes," Dr. Landrum said, stepping into the room, "but cannot, due to him being released as soon as the medicine arrives. So, McCree, if you would...?" McCree grinned, tail pressing against his shirt in a failed attempt to wag. "Sure thing, Doc. I'll make sure the princess here takes his medicine." Hanzo scowled at McCree. "I am not a princess, cowboy." McCree winked, "Nah, but you're my princess, princess." The doctor made a noise in the back of his throat that turned into a polite cough. "Right, well, the medicine has just arrived at the pharmacy, so if Mr. Shimada will simply sign the release papers, you two..." he gestured vaguely and let his hands drop back to his sides, "you two can go pick it up." Hanzo spluttered as McCree grinned again. "Sure thing. See ya in a bit, honeybee!" And he ran out of the room like his tail was on fire. Knowing Hanzo and his dragons, he could very well be worrying about that soon.

Hanzo only seethed as he signed the release papers, grateful McCree hadn't noticed that his book was upside-down.

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HEY I'M BACK!!! Never really left, but y'know. Anyways, inspiration struck at 9 pm, so there I wrote! Be sure to leave comments, as I am open to suggestions. My idea well is dry. Caio!