Strong Like You - Male!Reader X Zarya

2 - Red and Pink

You rushed through the hallways of the base, nearly slipping on the shining floors. If they were requesting you personally, that probably means it's something urgent. You're one of the few active staff members in Gibraltar. Overwatch is much smaller, and a lot more illegal than it used to be. Every body counts, and trained medical staff are a rarity. It's not unusual for you to see hide nor hair of the other medical staff for weeks on end, many of them being sent off on assignment. Somebody had to stay behind and take care of the base though, so you were a familiar sight to the other staff in the facility.

The medbay had been placed close to the hangar for occasions such as this, making it easier for people to travel to and from each area. The tight hallways open up into a large cavern, with a open face leading into the evening sky. In front of it is the primary strike craft, it's engines still winding down from a long period of high power activity. They returned to the base in a hurry, and you quickly discover why.

Mercy is next to one of the stretchers from the carrier, which being carried by Winston and Genji. The person on the stretcher is a grisly sight, a muscular woman with bright pink hair, who is bleeding profusely from several cuts on her arms. The blood running down her chest tells you that something must have penetrated her top too.

"We need to get this woman to the medbay immediately," Mercy ordered, "Saviour, if you'd kindly prepare for surgery."

You nod and march alongside the trio. The other squad members watch on from the ramp as you head back the way you came.

"What do we have?" you ask, pulling out your clipboard once again.

"Deep lacerations in the upper arms, I believe that there may be a large quantity of shrapnel in her chest too. I've been using my Caduceus staff to keep her stable on the way here."

"So we'll need to cut her open then. Genji, Winston, take her through into the second room on the right, we need to do an x-ray as soon as possible."

The two nod and pull the stretcher through into the x-ray room, placing her gently down onto the bed in the middle. Meanwhile you are suiting up in your scrubs next door as Mercy watches.

"Would you like my help Saviour?"

"It'd be nice. You don't have anybody else in need of care?"

"No, the others only have minor injuries, this woman needs our full attention for now."

"Who is she anyway? I've never seen her on base before," you ask, cleaning your hands and donning a pair of gloves.

"She is from the Russian Defence Force, they were at the objective location to protect a Russian diplomat. Unfortunately, they were caught in the battle between us and Talon. Medical assistance was not forthcoming in such a remote location, so we deemed it safer to stabilize her and bring her here."

Sounds like the mission got messy. You remember being nearby during the briefing, a routine mission to track down a small Talon sleeper cell near London who were preparing to strike and cause a bit of an international incident. While it would certainly be faster to get her to a local hospital, it would be unlikely that they could help her without the power of Mercy's technology.

"And these injuries?"

"She protected a fellow soldier from a grenade."

"Damn. She must be a tough one."

Mercy smiles, "She certainly is. Let's do our best to make sure her sacrifice is rewarded."

"I'll do my best."

"I'm sure you will, we picked you for a reason you know."

You're not as confident in yourself as she is, but you suppose she's right. The entire reason you got to work with Mercy in the first place was your gift for medicine.

"Mercy, can you handle the x-rays while I get the theatre ready?"

"Of course."

The two of you split off into the respective rooms. The theatre doesn't take much preparation, as it is often needed on short notice. However to work without a majority of the medical team with you is something new, you might even have to recruit some help in the form of Genji or Winston. You quickly set to work, laying out the freshly cleaned instruments.

Soon enough the doors are pushed open by Mercy, who floats over to the lightbox and hangs up a series of x-rays. Various white pieces can be seen within her arms. Mercifully, only a few have penetrated her chest. From an outside observer's perspective, a routine foreign object surgery. But the number and location of the objects has you worried, it'll take all of your concentration to remove them. You feel a reassuring hand on your shoulder as Mercy nods, "Do not worry friend, I am certain that you will succeed."

You hoped so too.

"Alright, bring her in. Let's see what we can do."

Mercy left the room for a moment, before returning with the stretcher in tow. It would be too dangerous to move her further, you walk over to the central controls and order the operating table to lower itself into the ground, leaving the area clear. Mercy slides the Russian under the central device in the room. Mercy's magnum opus, a powerful piece of technology making full use of her healing advancements. It would help keep the patient stable while you worked. It took the form of a large central cylinder, with lights for visibility.

It was like her staff, only fifty times more intense and fifty times as large. You'd need to cut somebody's head off to kill them while under it.

With the machine turned on, you quickly set about marking out the important areas of the patient. The key problems were two pieces in particular, one in her left arm close to a major artery, and another, long thin piece that has nearly penetrated one of her lungs. If that thing moved, it could cause serious problems for you.

Mercy strapped a mask to the Russian and slowly released the gas to keep her under. The last thing you wanted was for her to move now. You reach over to the tray and pull out a pair of surgical scissors. You start from the bottom of her strange jumpsuit and cut upwards, revealing her chest and abs. Cutting under the arms too, you pull away the piece of clothing to leave her top half naked. You hiss as you notice the amount of blood dribbling down her body, you can almost feel that.

You can feel the sweat coming on already, this is going to be a tough few hours.