Bad Name (McCree X Reader)

Chapter 19: Critical Condition

"AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"
You jolt forward as your eyes fly open. You clutch your chest and heave in and out. Your vision is blurred by tears, but you can see someone in white opening the door and running into the room. As they get closer, you realize that it's Angela who's clutching your shoulders and attempting to calm you down.
"Moonlight!! Bitte beruhigen!!" Angela shouts something you're unable to understand. Seeing her face and baby blue eyes slow your breathing and calm your violent shaking.
"Angela..." you whimper as you begin to sob into her chest, clutching her coat. Angela lets you calm down for a while before telling you about your condition.
"You were shot by a large caliber sniper rifle in the left side of your chest. The bullet traveled quite deep, but was stopped by something." Angela looks at her clipboard. "We performed surgery to remove the bullet and, to our shock... it was stopped by a stage 2 breast cancer tumor."
Your heart drops. Your stomach lurches. You pull down the collar of your hospital gown to see a long suture wound across your left breast. "I had... cancer... and I never knew..."
Angela places her hand on your back. "We were able to remove the bullet and the tumor, which was about the size of a golf ball, but we couldn't find any other signs of cancer. From the amount of growth, the tumor had been in your system for at least seven years."
"Seven..." You stare at your feet before looking back up at Angela. "Where's Jesse!? Is he alive!?"
"Jesse..." she sighs, "is alive. But we don't know for how long. His body was mangled by the vehicle and most of his bones are shattered. If he does recover, he'll have severe brain damage for the rest of his life."
You grit your teeth and begin to stand up. "I'm going... to see him..."
Angela sighs and helps you to Jesse's room. You reach for the doorknob, but she puts her hand on top of yours. "{Y/N}... this might be hard to see... you don't have to go in if you don't want to."
"I want to..." you pull your hand away from hers and open the door. Your heart breaks when you see Jesse. Nearly his entire body is wrapped in bandages and encased in casts. The only part of his body that isn't in a cast is the stump of his left arm. You slowly walk over to the hospital bed, feeling your heart beat with the sound of Jesse's heart monitor. You sit on the edge of his bed and gently place your palm over Jesse's bandaged head.
"H-hey, J-Jesse..." you mutter, eyes welling up with tears when his eyes don't open and his lips remain still behind a glass breathing mask. You gently stroke his rough, dehydrated cheek as if you're trying not to wake him up. You can't even think of anything else to say, so all you can do is cry. You lean forward and kiss his forehead, your tears dripping onto his dry skin. "I'm so sorry... I should've been ready... I was distracted... God, what've I done...!?"
After sobbing for nearly a half hour, you leave Jesse's hospital room and walk silently to your quarters. You open the door to see your and Jesse's uniforms, both neatly folded and resting on the bed. You rub your eyes, feeling a migraine forming. You shed your hospital gown and throw it in the trash can next to the door. You look at your nude body in the mirror, the stitches on your breast causing you to scowl. You slip some casual clothes on and leave HQ.

You make your way into a nearby city at dusk, finding a cozy bar to spend the evening. You walk in and sit on a barstool, buying a wide array of shots to make yourself numb.
"You look stressed," a voice says to you when your drinks arrive. You turn to face who talked to you. A young woman sits a few seats away from you, the large collar of her black coat obscuring the bottom half of her face. She traces the mouth of a beer bottle with a long fingernail. Half of her brown and violet hair is shaved. The woman turns to face you, her purple lips curling into a smile. "Want to chat?"