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Well, for her first mission back, this could’ve been going better.She hadn’t thought she was built for stealth, exactly, and while she’d done alright up until the moment of truth, a bullet in her lung was probably a good hint that, yeah, stealth missions really weren’t for her. She’d choked, of course. Hana didn’t know how not to, her hands faltered on the trigger whenever she was faced with the choice. Hurt someone, or get hurt. “F-fuck,” she wheezes, left hand pressed as hard as she could manage over the dark red splotch above her right breast. Must’ve gone in at one hell of an angle - ugh. And then there was that smattering of blood she’d coughed up on the cement in front of her. Her vision dances and doubles, and all she can think about is how upset people were going to be. That DNR meant they were going to have to do something real fast, and having a punctured lung - more blood on the ground, another woozy spell even on her hand and knees - wasn’t usually the best outcome.She reaches a blood-coated fingertip to her comm, breathing shakily as she glances at the body across the room. Well, she’d finally done it, then. No reason to act gun-shy anymore. It feels about as shitty as she’s imagined it would, killing someone. She coughs again, and feels her finger slip off of the button. It’s too much of a mess to go for again, so she doesn’t, opting to attempt to push herself upwards and failing in that as well, leaving a God awful red smear on the tile in her attempt. Maybe this is all meant to be some kind of ironic happening. She kills someone just in time to die herself - ha, some hero. Her comm crackles once, and she risks removing her hand from her chest again to try. “Genji,” she murmurs, eyes wild as her pulse races in her temple. She should try some calming breaths, slow down the flow or whatever. Kinda hard when she’s struggling to breathe. “Target d-down. Me too.”
“Hana?! Hana!”
Genji streaks down through the building, unseen and unseeing, relying on Athena’s guidance alone to get him to his fallen friend. Bursting through the door, the sight of blood and a limp form shoots the worst kind of panic through him. She’s dead. She’s dead she’s dead she’s dead. The sharp hiss of his valves releasing steam brings him back and urges him back into action.
She’s still breathing. Relief washes over him in waves as he manvuers her head into his lap and presses a hand over her own to help stem the bloodflow.
“Hana, I am here. Focus your breathing. If you can do that, you will be fine. I- I have come back from worse!” Genji doesn’t laugh at his own joke. It’s not funny nor is it the time, but Genji hopes it will give Hana the distraction she needs.
Oof, yeah, this smarts. Hana grimaces, her fingers leaving another streak of blood down the side of her face before returning to her chest. She would be grossed out by that, but for once, it isn’t the time or place to be. She hiccoughs, and that hurts worse than anything, creates this kind of sad, sucking feeling over her wound.
She won’t get up again if she goes down, but she can’t stay up and hope she doesn’t bleed out. Down is dead. Up is dead but probably faster. Down is only dead if Genji doesn’t show. Up is definitely, absolutely dead.
Well fine then.
Hana takes a moment to huff, because laying in a small pool of blood isn’t how she pictured the day going, but neither was coughing up whatever was in her lung. Getting back to Angela before she was knocked out would be the priority - and she’d get that look, the one that said she should’ve taken the shot right at the beginning, but whatever.
She lay on her left shoulder, and squeezes her eyes shut briefly. It’s not her hurting side, but everything aches for a second. And for that second, apparently, Genji thinks she’s fucking dead.
She hisses as she’s rolled onto her back, arcs and allows her eyes to snap open. Hana huffs, reaches for a joke that just isn’t there and flashes him a bloody smile anyway. “Not sure U-Uncle’s shitty sword… skills c-count as worse than a b-bullet.”
It’s the best light-hearted anything she can muster, eyes squeezing shut for a second time as she attempts to do what he’s said, focus on her breathing. “I c-can’t believe… he hit… my lung, like, s-seriously? Ha - ow.”
"Arguably, his shitty sword skills made the situation worse." There's a tightness in Genji's voice and not even he can tell if more from the stress of the situation at hand or remembering his own painful brush with death.
"Evac is on the way. No more talking, okay?"
He reaches up and removes his face plate. The concerned wrinkle in his forehead makes him appear years older than he truly is, but to his credit, he's holding it together. Still, there's a waver in his voice as he speaks. "Breath with me. In, one, two, three..." Genji counts each inhale and exhale, his breaths exaggerated for the sake of instruction.
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Well, for her first mission back, this could’ve been going better.She hadn’t thought she was built for stealth, exactly, and while she’d done alright up until the moment of truth, a bullet in her lung was probably a good hint that, yeah, stealth missions really weren’t for her. She’d choked, of course. Hana didn’t know how not to, her hands faltered on the trigger whenever she was faced with the choice. Hurt someone, or get hurt. “F-fuck,” she wheezes, left hand pressed as hard as she could manage over the dark red splotch above her right breast. Must’ve gone in at one hell of an angle - ugh. And then there was that smattering of blood she’d coughed up on the cement in front of her. Her vision dances and doubles, and all she can think about is how upset people were going to be. That DNR meant they were going to have to do something real fast, and having a punctured lung - more blood on the ground, another woozy spell even on her hand and knees - wasn’t usually the best outcome.She reaches a blood-coated fingertip to her comm, breathing shakily as she glances at the body across the room. Well, she’d finally done it, then. No reason to act gun-shy anymore. It feels about as shitty as she’s imagined it would, killing someone. She coughs again, and feels her finger slip off of the button. It’s too much of a mess to go for again, so she doesn’t, opting to attempt to push herself upwards and failing in that as well, leaving a God awful red smear on the tile in her attempt. Maybe this is all meant to be some kind of ironic happening. She kills someone just in time to die herself - ha, some hero. Her comm crackles once, and she risks removing her hand from her chest again to try. “Genji,” she murmurs, eyes wild as her pulse races in her temple. She should try some calming breaths, slow down the flow or whatever. Kinda hard when she’s struggling to breathe. “Target d-down. Me too.”
"Hana?! Hana!"
Genji streaks down through the building, unseen and unseeing, relying on Athena's guidance alone to get him to his fallen friend. Bursting through the door, the sight of blood and a limp form shoots the worst kind of panic through him. She's dead. She's dead she's dead she's dead. The sharp hiss of his valves releasing steam brings him back and urges him back into action.
She's still breathing. Relief washes over him in waves as he manvuers her head into his lap and presses a hand over her own to help stem the bloodflow.
"Hana, I am here. Focus your breathing. If you can do that, you will be fine. I- I have come back from worse!" Genji doesn't laugh at his own joke. It's not funny nor is it the time, but Genji hopes it will give Hana the distraction she needs.
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Reblog if your muse is touch starved…
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Hey, there is a cyborg in the kitchen really craving some baked goods and a companion to bake them with. Anyone know who this guy belongs to? Come to the kitchen. I repeat, very sexy and strong cyborg in the kitchen, just looking for someone to help him bake delicious homemade goods.
Understood.
Group up with me. ;)
Understood! Thank you! Arigatou!!
Which, well, that being said…
Should I bring the black cocoa powder I ordered in last week?
Yosh! That sounds wonderful!
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Hey, there is a cyborg in the kitchen really craving some baked goods and a companion to bake them with. Anyone know who this guy belongs to? Come to the kitchen. I repeat, very sexy and strong cyborg in the kitchen, just looking for someone to help him bake delicious homemade goods.
Understood.
Group up with me. ;)
Understood! Thank you! Arigatou!!
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Hey, there is a cyborg in the kitchen really craving some baked goods and a companion to bake them with. Anyone know who this guy belongs to? Come to the kitchen. I repeat, very sexy and strong cyborg in the kitchen, just looking for someone to help him bake delicious homemade goods.
STOP MESSAGING ME ASKING WHICH SEXY NEW RECRUIT I AM TALKING ABOUT
Hey, there is a cyborg in the kitchen really craving some baked goods and a companion to bake them with. Anyone know who this guy belongs to? Come to the kitchen. I repeat, very sexy and strong cyborg in the kitchen, just looking for someone to help him bake delicious homemade goods.
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