Lovely, dear. [Gency]

Pain

Genji was awake the whole time. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, suppressing screams of terror as needles, and sparks of metal being welded into his skin, dug into his flesh.

He held back tears as they stuffed electrical wires and connected to his blood stream and nervous system, shoved into his spine, cutting open his skin.

The blackwatch days flashed into his mind.

192 hours

8 days with barely any food or water; 192 hours of torment and complete, complete suffering.

Angela tried to convince the robot to take amnesia to make himself fall asleep, but he refused. Saying he deserved the pain. The pain on top of already suffering head damage from the blast.

Angela argued and argued, but could never get him to consent. "Why?" She whispered. "Why do this to yourself?"

"Because with every slash of pain I feel," Genji tilted his head towards the ceiling, staring at the panels and odd spotted, creamy coloring. "I think of my brother and how I have done him wrong. How I failed him."

Angela put a hand to her face, she hadn't told him of Hanzos visit and strange disappearance. "Genji, take that back!" She cried. Genji stayed silent.

"I'm ready for treatment, doctor."
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McCree leaned again the cherry tree in the small plaza. Smoke from his cigarette floated into the air carelessly, no direction, no sense. It lifted into the cloudless, blue sky. McCree was looking down, his hat tilted to the front of his head.

Eight days, thinking about Genji. He hadn't seen Torbjorn, Genji, or Angela for eight days. It started to worry him, he didn't think it'd take this long to fix Genji up. How long did it take last time? He didn't know, he didn't exactly care for Genji back then. He felt guilty.

"Jesse?" Lucio said, walking outside to him. McCree looked up and flicked his hat backwards. "Yessir?" McCree replied, moving the cigar to the other side of his mouth.

"Angela asked me to fetch you."

Jesses eyes widened, "of course." He replied, and followed the musician in, his spurs seemed to echo off the walls eerily. No one was exactly the same after the blast. Knowing Talon fooled them. But how?

Lucio opened a door, moving aside so McCree could walk in. He saw Genji leaning over a bed side, a bucket pressed against his chest. Genji wasn't a 'stick man' anymore, actual mass filling the gaping holes from before. He seemed leaner, slimmer and more futuristic if that was possible. Genji's mask was off and his face looked Green. Vomit filled the bucket.

"Hey partner, had too much to drink?" McCree grinned, giving a small chuckle as he gripped his 'BAMF' belt. Genji looked over his shoulder. "I think you need to stop with your stupid jokes, cowboy." Genji smiled weakly. McCree walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. "You feelin' okay? I see the surgery went well."

"Yes...it did. Better then the last one." Genji sighed. "How long did the last one take?"

"Three months."

McCrees eyes widened and he let out a wolf whistle. "Jesus Christ, I didn't...even.."

"It's fine, Jesse. Don't-" Genji was cut off, throwing up in the silver bucket again. McCree patted his back. "What's makin you puke?" McCree asked, sitting on the bed besides him. Genji was hesitant to answer, but did anyways with a shaky voice, "pain."

McCrees eyebrows furrowed. " I suppose being asleep for eight days takes a toll, huh? All that pain catching up with ya?" He chuckled, trying to brighten the mood. Genji's eyes dulled, he stared into the bucket. "I was awake during the whole operation."

McCree fell off the bed, staring at him with the widest eyes he's made yet. "What?!" He yelled. "You mean to tell me that you were awake durin' That whole thing! You-you..." McCree was at a lost for words. "I blame the pathetic doctors! Of course not Angela, She for sure fought for your case, but, god dammit! I have some ass to kick!" McCree yelled in fury, pounding a fist into another open palm.

"Yes, she did." Genji said calmly. "She begged." His eyes seemed to get darker. "But I asked to be awake."

McCree couldn't speak. "Excuse me?"

Lucio walked up. "Genji? I-what? Why?"

The cyborg looked up, in the light his face was even more tired than before. "It makes me think of my brother. Pain does. I don't think of him often enough." His expression was filled with sadness.

"What in the god damned hell-"

"Where's Angela?" Lucio asked, putting an arm in front of the fuming McCree. You could practically see the steam coming from his ears.

"Asleep. Don't disturb her, please." Genji said. "Why aren't you asleep?" Lucio asked again.

"Puking."

"Oh. Right."

"We'll...leave you be." Lucio side glanced at McCree, and stared shoving him out of the room. "Begone."

Genji sighed, gripping tightly into his bucket. Pain surged through his body, grunting as he hunched over more.

The pain was an excellent reminder of his brother. He could practically see him crouching in front of him. Realistic, yes?