Each Other's Shield: Brigitte x Reader

Chapter 11: Recovery

The bright light of the sun pierces your eyes as you open them halfway. Breathing heavily through a mask, you feel yourself being jostled as four figures carry you. Gauze is wrapped tightly around your head and you feel needles shifting around in your skin.

"Move! Get the hell out of the way!" A voice with a southern draw screams out as a door opens and now you are staring at the ceiling of a building.

"Tell Angela to get ready!" A female voice yells. The face of the voice looks down at you with one hand on the stretcher and another holds a bag of fluids. "Come on. Stay with me (Y/N). Don't leave me! Please!" You give a weak smile and turn your head to face her as doors burst open in front of you. You weakly reach your hand up and brush your it against her.

"Brigitte..." escapes your lips as the mask is changed out for a new one. Frantic words are spoken and machines start buzzing as a blonde angel appears above you as your eyes fall shut and blackness consumes your world.

Later

"Greetings...to check in on...any updates?" Words slowly fill your ears as one of your sense kicks back in.

"He is still in a coma Genji. It sounds bad, but he is going to be fine. We were able to reduce the swelling and treat the damage that was done." A voice with a Swiss accent says.

"How much longer will he be out for Angela?" Genji questions. Rustling and footsteps fill the room.

"It is going to be for a few more days, maybe a week. The gunshot wound was not an issue, I see those all the time. The severe blood loss and brain trauma caused the coma and the most damage." Angela says.

"Well it is a good thing that he will be up and going soon. Brigitte has been a worried mess. You know...the other day...crying...hasn't eaten..." Words slowly fade out as you try to grasp onto the conversation that is happening. You had no idea what was going on or how long you had been out, but her name caused something to flip on. You go to jostle and move, but you lay still. You go to yell, but you fall mute. The blackness clouds your brain, but you claw to try to stay alert. You fall fully back into the coma as the conversation fades out.

Later

Your eyes flash open. You grip down and feel the bed sheets in your grasp as you wiggle your toes. Your muscles twitch as your eyes dart around the room. Machines are whirling and needles stick your arms as tubes lead to bags filled with various colored liquids. The ticking of a clock fills your ears as you read the hands. 12:27. No light leaks through the window so you assume it is night time. You sit up and let out a groan as your muscles stretch after not moving for two weeks. You hear hurried foot steps moving towards the room.

"You are finally awake." Angela says with a smile as she comes in to read a monitor. "You were out cold for almost two weeks. We have been pumping you with so many fluids that we could fill a pool." she says with a chuckle.

"Wha...what happened? Did the base explode? Where is Brigitte? Is she doing okay?" questions race through your mind as she grabs your hand and looks at you with a soft smile.

"You lost a lot of blood due to gash on the back of your head and the gun shot wound on your side. The scar on the back of your head will be minimal and your hair will grow back, but the gunshot wound on your side was caused by a hybrid round that allowed it to penetrate your armor but then expand once inside of you so you will have a scar from that. We were able to reduce the trauma to your brain thanks to a break through that your's truly made recently. The mission was a success and the base is in ruins but scans showed that ships were leaving the area. And your sweetheart is doing well. She visits you everyday and either spends the nights here or working on your armor to make sure that nothing will ever hurt you again." she says with a smile. You smile to yourself and roll your neck and shoulders.