Bad Name (McCree X Reader)

Chapter 30: Daughter

Your eyes flit open and shut, your brain nodding in and out of consciousness.
You look down at your body to see vital monitors and IVs attached to your skin. You manage to lift up your hand, despite it feeling like it weighs five tons, and touch your neck. It feels cold without your collar. You take another look at the back of your hand. With a grimace, you tear the IV from your vein, followed by the one in your opposite arm. Bunching up the cords from each vital monitor patch and yank them off your skin. The room is filled with feverish and loud beeping, causing you to cover your ears and groan.
Instead of Angela or Ana running in to see what the problem is, Jack runs through the door.
"{Y/N}, what are you doing!?" Jack exclaims, rushing over to help replace everything you tore off. "You could've hurt yourself, and I don't want to have to place you on suicide watch."
You look up at Jack as he sticks a new IV in your arm. "Why are you doing this?"
"What do you mean?" Jack asks, placing a heart monitor on your chest, stopping the beeping.
"Why all of a sudden do you care about me so much?"
The room goes silent. Jacks tilts his head downwards, removing his visor. His face is forlorn and weary with age, his eyes half lidded with exhaustion.
"A few years before Overwatch's initial fall, I had taken in a young girl to train. Miele Ghirga, callsign: Ladybird. She was about sixteen at the time, way younger than my usual recruits. She grew up in the slums of Naples and was surrounded by the Mafia and drugs. Miele always dreamed of helping her city rise up against the misfortune that plagued it. Unfortunately, her father made her run drugs for the Mafia. She had escaped being molested and killed by buyers countless times, she told me. Miele had illegally immigrated across Europe to join Overwatch. Since she had lied about her age, none of the other Commanders would let her join their team. Not even Reyes would let her into Blackwatch. So, against the words of my colleagues, I let her join my team.
"I was tough on her at the beginning. But eventually, Miele caught on pretty quickly, her teammates getting acquainted with her just as fast. She had a fast mind, both with spur of the moment strategy and a quick joke. She was very compassionate, genuine. She would often help kids in need when she could, buying them candy and toys, because she was in that same position. Around the fifth time we went on patrol around Rialto, Miele got separated from the team and had a run-in with some Talon agents. She was taken and tortured for information. When she was released back to Overwatch after two months, she wasn't the same person. The talkative, sweet person our team had come to know was gone. Miele was quiet, unmotivated and apathetic. Ten days after she returned, I found her hanging by her neck in her closet."
You sit quietly, avoiding eye contact. "I... I'm sorry, Jack."
Jack places his hand on your shoulder. "I see Miele in you, {Y/N}."
You can feel his emotions just by looking into his eyes. Almost instinctively, you open your arms and pull Jack into an embrace. You feel a warmth from him. Not like a hug from a lover or a friend, but one from a father. After a few wordless seconds, you let out a sigh and sit back up.
"Do you want me to call in Jesse?" Jack asks. You nod and fold your hands. Jack pats the top of your head as he stands up. "Take care of yourself, kiddo."
When Jack closes the door, you're left alone to think about how you're going to apologize to Jesse.