Jackson was used to wounds. Each day another one would appear on her skin, by her own doing, or by someone else. But she's lucky enough to have never lost a limb in her life. Until now.
You knew this was a bad idea, you could feel it in your gut. You told her you had a feeling it was a trap, but she just gave you that smirk that she always has on and reassured you. And you were dumb enough to believe her. And now, you're rushing to the Overwatch base to see if Angela can save Jackson while her life is on the line.
As far as you know, it was a trap and the building was loaded with bombs. They burned both of Jackson's legs pretty badly and she seriously injured her hand. At the time, you were scared if she was even going to make it to Angela's office. Angela informed you after she got Jackson in stable condition that she would have to have both of her legs cut off since they're already dead and could cause infection if they stay on her body any longer.
You haven't seen her since she had to get her limbs cut off. Maybe because you felt too guilty, maybe you were busy, or maybe you just didn't care. But after three weeks of not seeing her, you decided to pay her a visit. As you enter her room, you notice that it's not in its usual mess. But the next thing you notice is Jackson sitting up on her bed, staring at the holopad in front of her. She had bandages binding her left hand and her chest. You try to look down at her legs, but they're covered up by her blanket.
"It's been three weeks, and you're the first one to visit me other than Angela..." She whispers before turning to you. Her face looks defeated and her eyes look tired.
You gulp before saying your first words in weeks to her...
YOU ARE READING
Jackson (Roleplay Scenarios)
Random∆ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏs∆ //THIS IS NOT A MICHAEL JACKSON FANFICTION! IT IS MY OC JACKSON'S ROLE-PLAY BOOK. IM SORRY IF IT LOOKS LIKE THAT.//