Hints of Love (McHanzo)

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Mccree's heartbeat quickened as he started to run. He looked behind him, the sun rays shot in his eyes, leaving him blinded as he quickly turned his head back and focused on running. Then he heard something, gun shots, a bullet barreled its way towards him just barely missing his left cheek. It was too close, dangerously close. He wouldn't make it, he had to stop sometime, he was outnumbered, where was everyone?! What happened to his team, to everyone who had come with him? Did they leave without him? He should be able to handle this! He's strong enough! But he was getting really tired and his injuries were only going to get worse if he went on like this. He looked up, There had to be someone coming to help him, but the sky was empty and bright. His boot caught on something and his heart dropped. He stumbled forward, rolling on his side. Sand, dirt, and dust getting into his wounds and eyes. This was it, he's a goner, he grabbed his gun for a final fight, if he could use his deadeye maybe he could get past.
A whooshing sound brushed past several times and people falling to the ground. McCree squinted, sand was everywhere and the blaze of the sun kept getting in his eyes. He coughed as he tried to sit up a shadow blocked out the sun. McCree opened his eyes, Hanzo was standing in front of him a somewhat worried look on his face. "Hanzo?,," McCree's face twisted in pain, his open wounds, filled with sand. "Come on, we have to get you out of here,," McCree felt someone help left him up, his pain spread throughout his body. He felt dizzy, the world felt like it was whirling around him,he blacked out.