A Piece of Me

Lost

The pair talked for a while longer, discussing the situation in more detail. From the helpfully calm and informative cyborg, Angela was able to learn much about what had transpired which landed her on the bed rather than having her work by its side. However, her senses as a doctor told her that something was wrong, terribly so. She couldn't help but feel as if there was something deeply bothering the figure that was speaking to her, even if he didn't show it.

She brought it up once, to which he fell silent before shaking his head and denying her concern with a soft laugh that didn't quite feel genuine. When she asked once more, he told her that he was simply concerned about her state and was mostly concerned about whether she really alright.

After all, she had apparently received a head injury that would have definitely killed her had she not invented the revolutionary nanobots that healed her. She couldn't help but notice the way that he glanced away, looking at the clipboard by the bedside as he told her that the diagnostic showed no permanent damage, even though he seemed to have known everything other pieces of information on that sheet by heart.

She never got to ask him about himself, about who he was and why he was at her bedside. She had feeling that he would have given her a generic answers, such as being an operative of Overwatch and being there simply because it was his turn to watch over her.

While both might not be wrong, she wanted to know the truth behind it all. But alas, the man was quick on his toes and never left a moment for her to ask about him, even when she clearly paused in her questions to change the topic. It was as if she was talking to a young heir of a wealthy empire who had secrets to hide that knew exactly how to keep his client from ever bringing up the topic.

As such, she never got to ask about his body or why he did not remove his helmet. From her understanding, most cybernetic suits are meant for combat, which meant that perhaps his was different? He did seem more like a robot than a person, though she knew better.

Her hand and cheek felt a tingle there at the thought, making her frown slightly and touching the spot. Genji did not notice this however as he glanced at the door despite her not hearing any other sound, an action that Angela followed as she watched it open quite promptly to reveal the faces of the other Overwatch members. Faces that made her expression light up in a sweet smile.

"Winston! Lena! Reinhardt, you're here as well! Really I'm fine, you didn't have t-" Her words were cut off quickly by the embrace that she received from everyone, all smiling brightly at the sight of her healthy state. They knew that she probably could not leave yet of course, not on the first day that she woke up.

Regardless, that did not keep Lena from making a joke about taking her out, even going as far as to pout when she was told that she could not. In truth, Angela found herself eager to get back to work too. Seeing all these familiar faces made her recall her work and passion, remembering why she worked so hard all these years.

"How do you feel now? You look a lot better luv. Did Genji tell you about what happened yet?" Angela nodded, going over what he had told her. It would seem that the other members were not quite as well-informed as the cyborg had been, seeing as even Winston had to pick up the clipboard at her bedside for a moment as if it was the first time he had come in contact with it.

They seemed to know generally what happened and her status, but not in detail. Then again, that was only to be expected. Most families who visit their injured loved ones did not want to spend much time mulling over the injuries after all unless the doctor insisted that it was necessary. Seeing as Overwatch was practically her family after so many years together, the same truth applies. She was safe and that was good enough, for both her and the people that were around her at that moment.