Overwatch One Shots and Imagines

Angela Ziegler- Reckless (a)

The world around you came into focus as you became conscious. You tried to search around for answers as to where you were and what happened.

"What happened?... Where am I?" You thought to yourself, the only thing you could see was white light being blasted into your pupils, you tried to shield it with your hand but it had no affect. You heard a voice mumble in a nearby room, followed by hollow sounding footsteps running into the room.

"Finally, Y/N, you are awake. Now, I need you to listen to me very carefully. You sustained some very serious injuries in your fight with Doomfist. You are going to have to take it slow and- oh... sorry... I should just... fix this."

She pushed the surgical light to the side, allowing you to see properly. You realised the voice belonged to Dr Ziegler.

"Dr Ziegler-"

She cut you off.

"Please, call me Angela. Nobody is around, we don't have to act professional."

"Okay... Angela, I'm fine."

You tried to sit up, the pain in your side was excruciating, you looked down to see a blood-soaked rag tied to your side, the bedside table next to yours was full of flowers and boxed of chocolate, you picked up a get-well card.

'To the second best Starcraft player at Overwatch, I know you are just using this as an excuse to wimp out of our tournament. Get well soon – Love Hana.'

"Everybody has been really worried about you Y/N." Angela looked down at the floor, clutching her clipboard to her chest. "You had me worried sick, you shouldn't have jumped in like you did. If I lost, you I just don't know... I don't know what I would do."

"I'm sorry Angela." You took her hands in yours, they were icy cold to touch. "It won't happ-"

"Stop!" She snapped.

Tears began to form in her eyes and roll down her soft cheeks

"You said sorry last time, and the time before that. Every time you are reckless you promise me that it will be the last time. How many times can you sit there and lie to me and expect me to believe it?"

"Angela, please. I promise you, and I mean it this time. No more recklessness, no more disappearing for months on end. I'll transfer to desk work, ill join the damn accounting department, I'll leave Overwatch if you want me to."

"No Y/N, it's too late."

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Written by Aaron.