High Walls (Mccree x reader) [Discontinued]

Chapter 3

And then the ship came.

Angela was waiting on the ship. You practically dragged  Mccree to her. The ship took off and you and Angela started working feverishly on  fixing up Mccree. Soon though  his condition worsened. You knew he was on the verge of death. You were useless. He had lost too much blood. It was all your fault. You couldn't save him. You failed him. Just. Like. Them. You Head was reeling. You couldn't think straight. You had stopped. "Y/N! HELP ME! WE'RE LOSING HIM!" You snapped out of it, and continued to try. Even if you knew it was pointless.

You two had done it. After what felt like hours but had only been 30 minuets, he was fine. The ship landed and you both rushed him to a room. He was going to be fine. You needed a second to think. You sat at the desk pushed up against the back wall. You blankly stared ahead at the wall for a moment. Then you shifted you head into your hands. You stopping to think could have caused him to die. The thoughts started coming. Along with the thoughts came memories.

A small girl sat inside. She sensed the fear in her other family members. Something was going wrong. "Y/N." The girls mother called out to her. "Yes mama?" The little girl was curious about what was going on. "We need to leave. Now. Grab whatever you can." The girls mother said. "Why?" The little girl questioned. "It's not safe here." The little girls mother walked off. The little girl was frantic. She picked up all she could. Her family was waiting at the door. Then they were off. The little girl hadn't realized how bad it was outside. Countless buildings burst into flames. Omnics roaming the streets, gunning down groups of people. She was terrified now. She and her family booked it away from the scene. They didn't get too far before they were noticed.  The little girl suddenly heard the sound of guns firing and heard thumps. Her family was going down. One by one they fell. She knew she had to pretend to fall to survive. So as her mother next to her fell she fell too. "Mama?" She questioned to see if the woman was alright. "O-O-Once these th-th-things leave y-y-y-you have t-t-to run. B-b-baby, please. L-l-l-live on for m-m-me." Speaking was a hassle for the dying woman. But she had to save her little girl. The girl was crying already. "Mama! No! Not without you! Please!" The girl pleaded. With her last dying breath she spoke. "I love you, so much." The woman's eyes closed. She stopped breathing. The little girl sobbed into her mothers hand. She couldn't leave. She cried. "Please don't go! I need you!"

It had felt like hours until the omnics cleared out. She then took off. Not looking at the dead bodies of her family. She couldn't. Where she would end up she didn't know. All she could think about was running.

"Heya darlin'." A familiar voice took her out of her thoughts. She whipped her head around. Mccree was conscious. How long had it been? "Aww. You missed me so much it brought you to tears? I'm flattered." He had a stupid smirk. You turned and wiped your eyes. You didn't realized you had been crying. "You alright?" He asked in a softer tone. "Fine." You rasped. You knew you couldn't stay in here. You had to get away. You stood up and pushed the chair into the desk. You then sprinted out of the room, down some halls, up a couple flights of stairs, stopped when you were on the roof. You sat close to the edge.

You had left Mccree so confused. Angela then walked into his room. "Did I say something wrong?" Mccree thought out loud. Angela tilted her head. "What are you on about?" The cowboy looked at the door then back at Angela. "Y/N. She was in her just a second ago. She got up suddenly and made a run for it." Angela thought for a moment. "She has been acting off since she nodded that ship earlier. I'm honestly worried." This worries him even more. Angela spoke again. "Did she say anything or do anything... concerning?" Mccree thought for a moment. "Yeah, I came to and she was sobbin'. Mutterin' under her breath, pullin' at her hair. She seemed panicked. I tried to lighten the mood with a joke, but I guess it didn't work." Angela looked at him with a frown. "That poor girl. She seems so stressed and distraught. Yet she won't come for help. She won't talk to me, Jack, or anyone. It's not good." Angela cleaned and redressed his wound.

Mccree snuck out of his room. If Angela saw him he would be in for a major scolding. But he persisted. He had heard someone saw you heading up to the roof. So he went to check there first. He heard you before he saw you. He pushed open the door to see you sitting near the edge. Curled up in a ball. Sobbing. It broke his heart for some reason. He sat next to you. You mustn't have heard him. He reached out for you. But hesitated. He pulled his arm back to him. "Hey, you all right?" He asked softly. You snapped your head up. You looked away from him wiping your eyes. You scooted away from him. "Everyone's worried you know. Angela says you don't talk to people." He had to think in between sentences so he didn't say anything wrong. "Shouldn't you be recovering, in your room." There it is. The deflection. "I'm fine." He said. Mccree came out here to smoke when Angela denied him the right to do it inside. So the only sound breaking the silence was his soft inhales and exhales. He held one out to you. "Want one?" He asked. You looked at it, then at his face. You then looked away. "I don't smoke." "Suite yourself." He shrugged putting the unlit cigar away. Mccree set a goal for himself tonight. He would figure out what the hell was going on.

A/n: hey that was long. I tried to update yesterday but couldn't. My apologies. Well hope this super long chapter makes up for it. I'm trying to stick to an update schedule of once every two days. Anyway hoped you enjoyed. Later.