Jesse Mccree One-Shots

Bloody Petals - Part 4 # 4

Word Count: 2979
Type: Hanahanki Disease
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Readers P.O.V~

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WERE NOT CURED?!"
"I mean ze disease hazn't been cured, it hazn't left eizer of your bodies, which means-"
"Which means what?" I ask with a bit of a growl as my left brow quirks upwards.
"Which means that not everything has been said and not all feelings have been shared..."
"So your say'in one of us is holding back?" Mccree inquires. Mercy nods as she reads through our files and points at our scans on a screen.
"You see there are still petals in both of your throats, more so (y/n)'s then Mccree's."
"So it's me then..." Mercy nods her head.
"I'm afraid so." I lower my head into my hands, gripping onto my hair tightly feeling the pain of my nails digging into my skin and hair-pulling.
"Why can't anything be fucking simple." Mccree places his arm around me pulling me towards him as he rests his head against mine.
"Don't beat yourself too much over it darlin'" I furrow my brows before shaking my head jumping up and turning to Mccree.
"How can I not beat myself up over this?! To suffer the disease first hand was bad enough but to know that I'm the cause for your disease is even worse!"
"Y/n, you need to calm down Mccree iz right, you're still recovering your feelingz will come to you in time."

I turn to Mercy my emotions bubbling, overflowing as I speak without any thought or any consideration.
"And what if my feelings change, what if I never truly reciprocate Jesse's feelings, what then?!" They both became silent. Mccree's eyes widen slightly before glancing onto the ground covering his gaze with his hat. My eyes dart over to him and scan his body language, his closed-off position the cold aura he was now giving off, it was eerie familiar to me... But. Where had I-

"(He/She) doesn't love me Mercy..."

My eyes widen as I hear those words that I never really finished. They start to replay in my mind echoing through the edges of my brain as I realise what I've done.
"Jesse, I didn't m- cough* cough*" I cover my mouth with my hand feeling the petals coating my palm and fingers. But, they didn't feel warm like last time. They were cold. Pulling my hand away I draw in a quick breath seeing dark blue petals in my hands and the cold power smothering my skin. "Not again..." I breathe out. Mccree and Mercy both turn to me immediately catching sight of the haunting blue petals in my hand. I start hearing a ringing in my ears, my heart began pounding against my chest and the sudden shortness of breath causes memories to flash in front of my eyes. I fall onto my knees gasping for breath feeling a tightness around my lungs that's suffocating me. Mccree kneels down beside me while Angela takes off towards a cabinet of medical supplies.
"Y/N! DON'T TH- cough* cough*!" I see him keel over vomiting blue petals all onto the floor. Watching his face turn into a dark shade of red only made my breathing harder and my vision started to blur. I look at the ground hearing the voices returning and the corners of my sight beginning to darken, when I forced my gaze over to Mccree I could barely make out his features. My trembling hand shuffles from beneath me lifting up out towards the cowboy. In the final moments of my mind ringing with the words, I spoke to Mercy and Zenyatta, the crushing tightness in my chest, the blurring and darkening of my sight. I reach for Jesse grabbing onto his shoulder covered by his poncho and squeeze, hard.

"(He/She) doesn't even care about me...

nor does (he/ she) respect me..."

The next thing I feel is a cold sharp pain into my thigh and the chilling feeling of a liquid being forced into my rattling leg.

"I won't be losing anything by removing it...

the only thing I'm losing is time by keeping it..."

My sight is slowly being swallowed up by the void of darkness only hearing my own empty, hollow voice echoing within my head.

"I don't think I can go through all that again..."