Strong Like You - Male!Reader X Zarya

3 - R&R

A bead of sweat rolls down your face, unbidden. A shaking hand grips the scalpels tightly. To your left lies a metal tray bloodied from the various pieces of metal pulled from the woman's body. It's a miracle that none of them damaged anything too important, she must have had some kind of protection to take such a blast directly.

You lean down closer and hover over the open wound. It's been a long process, but even now close to the finish you're still feeling the pressure. One wrong move could cut her artery which would open up a whole new can of worms. Mercy stands to the right of the stretcher silently, occasionally looking over to monitor her vitals and the life support machine.

Taking a deep breath you steady your hand and insert the forceps into the wound. With participated precision you push deeper and feel the contact with the medium sized piece of metal. Opening them, you slip the forceps around the piece and slowly begin to withdraw your hand. With the detailed scan taken by Mercy, you know exactly what kind of shape it is, making it much easier to pull out.

You release a sigh as you see the metal meet the cool air. You hold it up for a second, before placing it down on the tray with the others. Doing such an operation without any assistance from the medical team is a miracle in itself, never mind for such a delicate situation.

"Okay, turn it up Mercy."

She nods and leans over, increasing the power of the... you don't know what she calls it actually. Either way it works it's magic and closes up the lacerations that are left on her body, leaving behind feint scars. A good time saver and much easier than stitching them manually. Mercy's staff and the machine inspired by it are good for minor injuries, although it's regenerative properties are no good for foreign objects.

"Second x-ray, just to make sure. Then we can let her rest."

"I have to say you've really outdone yourself Saviour."

You roll your eyes at the praise, "I'm sure the others could do it too."

Mercy sighed, "Can you ever just take a compliment? You're probably the best surgeon here."

"I think it's a bit unfair to the others," you quip, peeling the gloves from your hands. The room is going to need a good clean afterwards.

"You shouldn't feel guilty about being good at something," she adds as you push the stretcher out of the room, this woman is really heavy! You decide to keep quiet on the topic, Mercy just doesn't seem to get how you feel about it.

"So... do you know anything about her beyond her connection to the RDF?"

"Winston's been searching through the records to get some more information. He believes that her name is Aleksandra Zaryanova. She's a bit of a celebrity back home."

"And they aren't going to wonder where she's gone to?"

You enter the x-ray room once more and position "Aleksandra" under the machinery. Mercy hums to herself, "We may have to contact the authorities regarding her situation. In the worst case, we could transfer her to a proper hospital and let them figure it out."

Yeah right, she'll probably be with you for months.

The second scan came up clear, meaning that your newest patient was clear for the moment. You dressed her arms to make sure she couldn't move them while they heal and secured her in one of the ward's beds. Moving her onto the bed was a huge pain in the ass, this woman clearly lifted.

The other patients were curious about the strange looking woman and so were you. You're pretty certain that bright pink wasn't military standard, then again you work for a secret vigilante organization run by a giant ape. She has a large tattoo on her shoulder, a big number 512. She was also no stranger to injury, judging by the large cross shaped scar above her brow.