The Villain Wrangler | Overwatch

Chapter 12

The glowing dragon, Ramen, drifted in and curled up on Angelica's lap. She began to pet it and sighed heavily. "I don't suppose you have any advice about all of this?"

The dragon looked up at her. They both care for you, and would be happy whichever you choose. You should choose that which brings your heart joy.

Angelica stared at it, stunned, as Genji walked in.

"Your dragon talks. Why did no one tell me that the dragon talks?"

"He spoke to you? He's not supposed to talk to anyone but a Shimada." Genji poked at the dragon, who responded by looping its tail over its nose and ignoring them both. "What did he say?"

Angelica coughed. "I asked for advice, he gave me some."

Genji laughed. "Was it good advice?"

"I'll let you know. Is he going to always talk to me now?"

One emerald eye appeared from the coils on her lap. No.

She blinked at it as Genji laughed. "Alright, then. So, Gabe said you were going to find me something to read?"

"Actually, I needed to speak with you first," Angela said, walking back into the room.

"About this?" Angelica gestured at the room at large.

"Yes." Angela consulted a tablet, then continued, "I was looking at the medicines that Lena brought over. It would seem that the tranquilizer used by Talon reacted negatively with one of the medicines, causing an accelerated heart rate. That, combined with the adrenaline released by your capture, resulted in your collapse."

"Yeah, when I started on the MS meds I had to be observed for the whole day. But I'm OK to leave now, right?"

The doctor shook her head, "No, Talon has a tendency to do nasty things with their equipment. I'd like to keep you here for observation." Angelica rolled her eyes, and Angela smiled. "Just until tomorrow, I promise."

Angela took her tablet and made a few notes as she went back into her office. Genji dropped into the chair vacated by Jack and studied Angelica and the dragon. Ramen had flopped over and was almost purring as Angelica rubbed his belly.

"You aren't supposed to do that, you know," Genji informed the dragon crossly. "You are supposed to be a fierce guardian, silent and inscrutable. Not demanding belly rubs from strangers."

The dragon lifted up its head and stuck its tongue out at Genji. She will pet me. You do not. He stated firmly.

Angelica shot a sheepish grin at the cyborg. "Sorry. I'm not going to stop, though."

Genji laughed. "I don't think he'd let you. Well, that's good, when you talk to my brother, his should like you, too."

There was a knock at the door frame, and Angelica was a little surprised to see Jesse standing there. Genji rose, and quietly made his escape as the cowboy approached the bed.

Jesse stood beside her, hat in hand, and looked like he was trying to melt into the floor. "Ah'm sorry, Angelica. Ah shoulda told ya. Ah shoulda told the commanders, an' the rest o' the team. An' Ah didn't, an' Ah put ya in harm's way." She just stared at him in silence. "Well, ain't ya gonna yell at me, too?"

She sighed. "I'm not mad, Jesse. Just disappointed."

He flinched. "That's almost worse. Couldn't ya yell at me a bit? Ah'd feel better."

She stroked the dragon in her lap like a cliche movie villain. "No. Give me your hat."

His grip on the brim tightened. "Hey, now. What are ya plannin' on doin with it?"