Missing in Action || McCree x Reader x Hanzo

Chapter Eleven: Bedside Manners

           

A/N: Two chapters in one day?! Unheard of! I actually wasn't supposed to upload this until later, but please take it as an apology gift from me for making you wait so long. This is a bit long of a chapter but Team Hanzo gets a bit of a win. I won't spoil anything, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it!

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            McCree spotted her first, much to Hanzo's dismay.

            They had tracked her down to an abandoned science lab hidden in mountains, possibly government-run to hide illegal experiments.

            Hanzo got to her first, which made McCree a little jealous. He shouted "Hey!" in protest as Hanzo took his serape roughly off his shoulders and draped it over your unconscious body.

            He picked you up smoothly and your head fell comfortably on his bare shoulder. McCree glared as the rest of the Overwatch team dispatched for your rescue searched the building for any clues of your captors.

            Angela was waiting for you inside of the ship as the two men kept you safe.

            "She's got some needle marks all over the inside of her elbow," McCree said as Hanzo gently placed you down on the table. It was obviously rushed to make it into an emergency medical table, but it was still lined with towels to help cushion your back a little.

            "She was tested on," Angela concluded, tracing her gloved fingers over your injuries lightly. She lifted the serape that modestly covered your tattered paper gown to see the extent of your injuries before realizing the two men still stood there by your side. She raised a blonde brow and cleared her throat.

            "Oh—oh right," McCree flushed and quickly turned around and began to leave, hastily grabbing Hanzo's arm to join him.

            "I was already leaving," Hanzo defended, jerking his arm away.

            As Angela watched the two men argue as they left, she couldn't help but let go of a light giggle.

            "You are such a mystery, [Y/N]," she whispered to you. She removed the serape off your body and began to gently cut the paper fabric off your body. If there were severe injuries she wouldn't want to irritate it. "But you sure got those boys wrapped around your little finger."

You came around expecting to be shackled in that fucking chair. Your eyes rolled around in your skull before you even dared to open your eyes. You did a mental body check; nothing was broken. You were sore, but someone nursed your wounds. Your arms were bandaged with care. You had a cloth gown on rather than a thin, scratchy paper one. There was an IV in your arm. Your head was on a pillow and your lower half was modestly covered by a blanket. Someone had also lovingly tucked you in. Your eyes warily opened.

            Much to your surprise, the room was dim. The lights were off. The only light illuminating the room was the sunlight sneaking its way past the thick curtains that concealed a large window. The room was lightly decorated with cute floral paintings. It was accented by a table and a soft sofa chair. A lump of a human being rested in the chair with a blanket over their head, breathing quietly.

            You turned your head slowly and groaned. You didn't mean to make the noise and it was loud enough to wake your guest. The lump moved before the blanket shifted off.

            "Your exposed tiddy finally get cold?" you tried to crack the joke smoothly, but it came out hoarse. You were suddenly aware of how thirsty you were.