You hold the cloth down onto your side, trying to stop the blood from pouring out. It has passed the point of pain, an eerie numbness spreading throughout your body. No longer able to stand, you feel your shoulder impact the wall and slide down, a smeared trail of red following the motion. You don’t have a medkit and, even if you did, the bullet is still lodged inside your flesh. You gasp out. It’s like trying to keep your head above the waves as you drift off at sea.
You almost feel as if you are ready to let the waves overtake you. To succumb to the water.
He comes to you, the man who is half machine. You hear him shouting your name in the distance, a hazy and echoing feeling. Your eyes are so heavy now, it’s hard to keep them open. You hear him call for backup as he races towards you, kneeling at your side.
“Hey Genji,” you murmur weakly, trying to manage a smile. The lights in the distance blur your eyes but you see the familiar metal mask looking at you, then back to your wound. “I was… a little careless.”
“We will get you help. Stay with me.”
“I guess… all that fancy sword stuff… really does help to not get shot.” You try to chuckle but it ends in a light cough. You want to close your eyes so badly.
“Wake up! Please. You need to fight this.”
You feel his hands taking off your helmet. Cold to the touch. You realize your face is burning up as he pushes back the hair from your face.
“’M okay. I’m just… so tired.”
You let your eyes rest for a moment as he covers your hand with his, applying pressure with the cloth. It’s uncomfortable, stinging slightly before fading back to a dull pulse.
“Was it this bad… for you?”
He’s quiet for a moment. “I do not recall. After… very much so. But I do not remember the pain.”
“What do you remember?” A weak question, barely more than a whisper.
Another pause. “Flowers. A field of flowers. From my childhood. A cabin in the countryside. Flowers of all colors. It was warm there. The sun was warm. It was… nice.”
“Is that where… where we go, you think?”
“You are not going anywhere.” A firm response before the break in his voice. “I need you here.”
The heaviness in your body makes you dizzy and your head lulls back to rest against the wall. You smile weakly. “Okay.”
You can’t recall what happens next. It’s like viewing the world through the wave that keeps crashing down on you, over and over. A peaceful moment of calm before a surge of dizziness and pain. The world spins around you, lights flashing behind your closed eyes and hurried voices shouting directions at one another.
You feel a soft, warm sensation on your forehead. Lips, gently placed. Delicate and protective, like the petals of a flower. The feeling spreads throughout your body, each inch of your body springing to life with another. Red, yellow, pink. The flowers bloom inside of you. Your body is the field from which they spring forth.
A beautiful place. But only to visit.
The darkness takes you.
When you stir, you hear the faint sounds of machinery beeping beside you. The fluorescent lights above are dull. The sheets tucked around you are stiff and pressed. You are stiff and pressed, too. Heavy and weak.
You open your eyes slowly. He’s there, sitting just feet from you. Hunched over, head in his hands. Maskless, the carbon fiber flesh that crawls up his throat visible.
Your voice is hoarse, dry. But you manage a small “Hey.”
He looks over to you, stunned. There are dark circles under his eyes. He rushes to your side before cautiously kneeling before you.
“Hey.”
You smile, despite the aching pain. Your shaky hand reaches out to the side of his scarred face, still in a state of shock. He looks at you with such an incredulous expression. With all of the reassurance you can muster behind your voice, you say, “I came back.”
Soft eyes meet yours as he leans into your touch, placing a hand over yours as a weak smile breaks out on his face.
“Welcome back.”