( nursed back to health shipping meme. )

[lumeria]

Nursed Back to Health shipping meme Comment with your character, preferences, preferred role, and any information you'd like to include. Your character has either been injured/sick and had to be taken in (possibly against their will) or has been the one to help somebody like the former. Through the mending process, the two characters in a thread have fallen in love - or at least grown closer and more affectionate. Reply to others. Thread.

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76 | overwatch

[mylawn]

(Can play either role and is probably a super awkward caretaker if that's your thing. 21+ for shipping, m/f, m/m for castmates only. Otherwise ota.)

[mercyful]

[ It's about to get awkward up in here. There's nothing quite like getting hurt on an undercover mission when Angela doesn't have her Valkyrie suit to heal herself. And she's kicking herself for being so thoughtless as to not watch where she was going in the first place. She's tripped off the last few steps of the theater she and Jack have been scoping out for Talon agents, and she lets out a sharp cry followed by a German swear word as she tries to put weight on her ankle. ]

[mylawn]

[Jack would be something of a disgrace to the SEP if he didn't use the full extent of his reflexes to catch Angela before she hits the ground, but he's a few steps ahead of her when she trips. He hears her go down, but is a second too late to do anything about it. Doesn't stop him from being at her side in less than an instant.]

Easy.

[She's the doctor here, but he's got enough field medicine experience to know how to deal with something like this. He slips an arm under hers so that she can put as much weight on him as she needs.]

You okay?

[mercyful]

[ She releases a sigh and tries settling down her weight with his assistance. But as soon as her toe touches the ground, pain shoots through her foot and up her ankle. She whimpers and shakes her head. There are many things the doctor would shrug off, because doctors make the worst patients, but she's in no position to claim she's fine. ]

I've twisted my ankle. We'd better go before we draw too much attention.

[mylawn]

Lean on me.

[If they can make it a little further, he'll scoop her up--but for now he doesn't want to attract that much attention, at least not as close to the building as they are right now.]

Can you walk?

[mercyful]

[ When you're not strong. ]

Danke.

[ She tries her best, seeing stars in front of her eyes at the pain as she tries to move. ]

I can do it.

[ Except she sounds like she's going to start crying. ]

Or maybe... put your arm around my waist and carry me just off the ground at your side? Just until we're around the corner.

[mylawn]

[Jack isn’t so far removed from human decency that he doesn’t recognize that twinge of pain in her voice, and it’s hard not to feel an immediate wave of regret that he wasn’t paying more attention—that he didn’t manage to break her fall in time.

He supposes things could be worse.]

Got a better idea.

[It might draw the slightest bit of attention towards them, but as long as he takes care to make the motion seem less effortless than it is, no one should really bat an eye. Before she can fully protest, he scoops her up, barely breaking his stride as he does so.]

Hang on.

what haven't we done yet tbh

[cadeuces]

[ It's been so long since she's been sick that she's forgotten how truly exhausting it is, and an SOS arrives on Jack's phone around 10:00, but she had at least tried to last for those five hours before crawling off to one of the secluded beds at the back of the infirmary. ]

May I ask you for a favor? [ Angela doesn't even wait for a reply, because she knows he'd at least prompt her. ] I'm afraid I've caught the virus going around; I moved to one of the beds in the infirmary. Could I trouble you to bring a bit of broth? Make sure you wear a mask and gloves- they're just inside the door.

[ Everything aches and she's feverish, already curled up under a couple of layers of blankets, still dressed and in her white lab coat even as she shivers. She has, at least, donned a mask of her own to prevent the spread and sprayed the bay with a disinfectant. Something hot would do her well. ]

[mylawn]

[Jack doesn't respond, all actions instead of words as usual. Sure, he supposes that he could acknowledge the message, but why waste time doing that when he can just get to work? It doesn't take him long to do as she asks, and if he knows anything about Angela, it's that she has boundless patience. She can wait a few minutes while he swings by the mess hall and makes his way to the infirmary.

He doesn't bother to knock on the door, nor does he put on the mask and gloves--he's hard-pressed to get ill anyway. Just another perk of being a super soldier, though he's sure she'll chastise him when he pokes his head into the general vicinity of her bed.]

How long have you been sick?

[Because he knows her--she'll have worked herself into this and ignored it for as long as she could. The way she's shivering on the bed, more than visible when he pulls a chair up to her, is the biggest indicator of that.]

[cadeuces]

[ She knows, at least. There were no missions today so she knows he's around, and awake, and he'd receive it fairly quickly. All she has to do is wait. Then food, then medicine, then sleep. It's more and more difficult to not skip straight to step three with every tick of the old analog clock at the opposite end of the bay, but she perseveres.

And she knows with the speed of his entrance that he doesn't so much as pause to consider her warnings. There's a soft sound of disapproval when he's halfway down the hall and she's reaching up for another mask on hand, holding it out to him by the time he's reached her. It's the only chastising he'll get from her.

Her voice is a pathetic little thing when she does speak, between the chatter of her teeth and the faintness of it, shifting on flimsy arms to rise up even as she drags down pillows to prop under herself lest she run out of energy. ]

Symptoms woke with me, it seems. Likely incubated for a handful of days, suppressed with my system. Yet it snuck through.

[ Laying down made her sluggish and she's grasping for the blankets at the foot of the bed with slow fingers, but here's Jack pulling up a chair like he plans on settling in. This man. ]

[mylawn]

[He’s prepared to fight her if he tries to bring up the fact that he didn’t heed her directions, but when he sees her in person it’s clear she doesn’t have the energy for much of anything. It’s not something he hasn’t seen before—they all had sort of a penchant for running themselves ragged, but that doesn’t mean he lights the sight in front of her.

Jack sets the tray from the mess hall on the bedside table, helping her with the blankets as soon as he has a free hand. And he looks like he’s planning on settling in because he is. The last thing he wants to do is leave her alone in such a state. She sent him the text for a reason and it would be terribly insensitive to drop off the food and run.

He still knows how to be compassionate, after all.]

Did you take anything?

[He settles into the chair next to her and picks up the bowl of soup and a spoon, though he won’t hand it to her until she’s ready for it.]

[cadeuces]

[ Her nanites should have fought this off, regardless. Should have, and didn't— for once, her body let her down. It may not have been the first time but it's been quite a while since, regardless, and she could have almost forgotten how crummy it felt to be down. The tray is a peripheral sound and then he's helping her gather the blankets up to draw over her, where she tugs them up to her waist and lets the excess pool for when she lays back down. Her legs curl up underneath to keep her body heat centered and she's half-leaning on the pillow pile behind her, but she's upright enough— but then she's shaking her head. ]

Only some acetaminophen. Antibiotics won't do anything for a virus. I just have to ride it out.

[ She's about as settled as she'll get, so when he sits down, knees to the edge of the cot, and he's holding the bowl, she'll reach for it and revel in its warmth between her hands with a shiver. The spoon is secured in the crook of one finger but for now she'll just bring the bowl up and sip at the broth, letting the heat sink through her with a soft sound of approval. ]

Jack... Thank you. For coming.

[ It's barely even a whisper, using his name like this, but she's a little bleary and the restraint is only half-present. ]

[mylawn]

Why wouldn't I come?

[For once, he's not going to argue the use of that name--perhaps he considers this a special occasion or that he should give her a pass given her current state. He waits to make sure she's not having any trouble holding the bowl, then he drops his hands and leans forward a bit, watching her intently.]

You need to drink more fluids.

[It's him. He's the doctor now.]

[gabereyes]

(sliiiides in
hey there ;^)
I...really want super awkward caretaker Morrison
though we can do 76 too with some weird time shenanigans
for morrison: typical mission gone bad maybe they're stranded or something?
for time shenanigans: 76 runs into this botched raid and ends up saving the surviving member of the strike squad? then Realizes
or could be one where they're just different ages so Gabe is a regular military dude who laments missing out on Overwatch's glory days)

[mylawn]

(well hellooooooo. I'd definitely be down for the first! If you don't mind starting us off, that would be great--I'm traveling all day and won't be able to get to it for a hot second. If you don't mind waiting, I can get something up within the next day or two.)

i got u

[gabereyes]

Awareness spreads across his senses like the burning away of wallpaper. Reyes' sucks in a sharp intake of breath and gets not only oxygen, but a sting pain. It's bad enough he struggles onto his side and curls in a bit on himself. The saliva in his mouth tastes metallic. It's thick and makes swallowing down the bile in his throat much harder.

"Fuck..." he mumbles and squeezes his eyes shut. He's not even sure yet where the pain is coming from; it seems like it's everywhere. The movement makes him realize his legs have gone a little numb and they tingle, adding to the overload of stimulation.

He tries to figure out where he is, but the pain is clouding his thoughts. Something with Morrison. Something important. Something...went horribly wrong.

A sharp groan rumbles through his throat.

busts this guy out

[strikecommand]

All of this is a reality of what they do--there's no such thing as an easy mission, and anyone can get hurt at anytime, no matter what. Jack likes to think he's come to terms with that by now, mentally prepared for the worst, always ready to accept the next loss. He's a soldier. This is part of it.

Doesn't make it easier, especially not when it's Gabe.

He's managed to drag them both to safety, stabilize him in a safe house they've outfitted nearby, but it's going to be more time than they can afford for backup to get here. They're on their own, for now, and Gabriel isn't in any shape to move right away, even if they could. Jack's no medic, but he has enough field experience to be able to stop bleeding, dress a wound, and keep things from getting worse. It'll have to do for now.

Waiting is the hardest part. When he hears Reyes wake up, Jack is at his side in a second, if only to keep him from hurting himself further.

"Don't move. Go slow."

[gabereyes]

Reyes' fingers are bruisingly tight around his own arm, nails digging in. It does nothing to detract from the rest of the pain. He didn't really expect it to, it's just habit. A few, measured breathes heave in and out of his chest. Fuck, that hurts even worse. He really got his ass handed to him. It takes him a while to even notice there's someone else there now, nothing but a buzz of proximity on his senses.

He glances up, but even the dim light of the room attacks the pounding headache he has. Morrison is so damn worried, though. Even the barest glimpse he got tells him that. It's a pleasant surprise, being worried about. It's not a completely new thing, but it gets him every time.

Cringing, he gives a scoff of a laugh and still tries to grin wryly. "Which is it, then?" he croaks out weakly.

[strikecommand]

There’s relief on his face when Reyes manages that sound that might be a laugh, even if it’s more painful than anything else. The grin on his face is enough, but he has to remind himself that they’re not quite out of the woods just yet. He shakes his head a little to downplay how worried he must have looked—probably still looks.

“Just don’t strain yourself.”

Jack has his hands hovering, as if he’s not quite sure what to do with them—if putting a hand on Gabriel’s shoulder to keep him from sitting up to quickly will just make it hurt more. It occurs to him that Reyes probably doesn’t even know the extent of what happened.

“Things went a little south.”

Obviously.

[mekas]

( Hana wished she'd paid more attention to the first aid tips that Angela had tried to give her. She'd always said that she had her MEKA, she wasn't going to have to heal anyone but here she now was.

76 had gotten hurt during some recon and with it only being the two of them out there, and base not within walking distance, they were stuck.

Hana wasn't panicking, yet, but she wasn't being the most helpful either )

You're not going to die, right?

[mylawn]

[The fortunate (or perhaps unfortunate) thing about 76's long and storied military career is that barring complete disembowelment or actual loss of a limb, he can usually always say that he's had worse. Here? He's definitely had worse, though the situation itself could definitely be better. Hana is capable, sure, but this has the potential to get a little tricky.]

I'm not gonna die.

[It takes more than a little mishap like this to keep him down, that much he's sure of. Still, his hand is pressed to his side to slow the bleeding, and he leans a little heavily on her as they make their way to more cover.]

You have any field medicine training?

[mekas]

( Between 76's height, weight and injury the walk back is definitely a little slow, and staggering - to unsuspecting eyes 76 could just look drunk, which helps them keep eyes away from them.

But god, why did he have to be so heavy?

His question gets a shake of Hana's head, and a small grunt as she tries to push him back up a little more )

No. ( At least he wasn't going to die, but was he going to make it back to base? He was feeling heavier with every step they took ) We need to stop.

( She needs a break, and he probably needs some help. Ripped shirts? She could do that )

[mylawn]

[Well, he supposes there's no time like the present to learn. He's fairly confident that he's not going to lose consciousness anytime soon, which means he can talk her through whatever needs to happen. Getting to safety, however, is paramount. He's trying to keep as much of his weight off her as possible, but it's becoming an increasingly tall order.

76 is nothing if not stubborn, however, which is sometimes a boon but more often than not just frustrating. He can tell in the second before she voices that they need to stop that she's going to put her foot down.]

I can keep going.

[Because, of course, he's going to downplay this for as long as he possibly can.]

[mekas]

I can't.

( It's a very hmph complaint, and Hana stops walking, keeping her grip on him but looking around to see if there's anywhere they can hide temporarily )

We can go in there and you can tell me what to do.

( How to fix him )

[mylawn]

Fine.

[Loath as he is to relent, 76 can at least recognize when an argument isn't worth having. If Hana exhausts herself hauling his sorry ass, then neither of them will be any good for anything. So he nods, gesturing to one of the nearby abandoned buildings. He doesn't expect supplies, but all they really need is somewhere relatively safe to recuperate. They can worry about contacting base once they see what's inside.]

Think you can make it there?