Lost- Mchanzo au

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Jesses' ears rung from the loud shot that seemed to coast right past him, barely missing him. He felt himself hit the ground and felt a thud next to him. His eyes opened again when he started to hear shouts echoing through the coms, of medics and teammates. He looked down to see his worst nightmare on the ground beside him, his eyes widening as he felt himself shake.

Hanzo was lying on the ground covered in blood, his outfit torn. Jesse dropped to his knees next to him hauling him to sit in his arms, he shouted at him, opening his eyes to try to get any reaction out of him. He held him pulling him behind a ledge on the roof to hopefully get out of the line of fire, shouting into the coms to get somebody, anybody out to the scene.

It felt like hours that he was sitting there, feeling the sickly metal smell in the air. It was so pungent he could taste it. It left him weak and panicky, he was a strong man but holding his love in his arms as he died was not something he wanted to do ever again.

What he was told later was only about ten minutes, came the wonderful sight of the med-vac pulling up to the roof as guns held cover fire. Jesse forced himself up, pulling hanzo with him as he ran in, struggling for only a moment before letting the medics take him.

He backed up before sitting in one of the seats against the wall, shrugging his jacket off and setting his hat aside. He set his head in his hands and leaned forward heavily. He'd warned himself about this kind of thing, from falling in love. It was only a matter of time before one of them was left alone, Jesse had just selfishly hoped it was him and now that it was he wished against it.

Why couldn't they be like normal? Die of old age in the suburbs? Or hell maybe even a ranch of their own, with a dog maybe a few tikes running around? Jesse heard more than felt the sob that passed his lips, feeling the tears soak through his gloves.

He turned away one of the younger medics that tried to come and check on him, he wasn't the one hurt, no matter how much he wished he was. He was wearing armor, to wouldn't have hurt him as much. Damn that archer for never wearing armor. He leaned back, taking off his chest plate. The damn thing wouldn't let him breath.

He was just about to shut his eyes when a voice from the med bay cried out in triumph, "I've got a pulse!"

Jesse looked up a faint smile on his tear stained cheeks, "Thank you..."

He forced himself to stand about five minutes later to head to the med bay himself. When he arrived he saw Hanzo wrapped in bandages. He sat next to the bed looking up at him, he took his hand softly, looking down to trace along the lines in his palm.

When he looked back up, bright white eyes greeted him.