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Sombra’s eyes opened to stare at an unfamiliar ceiling, it’s dull grey not the same as the crusted black of the holding cell that she’d been calling home. Blinking she heard voices from the doorway.
“Lena, I know how you feel about her, but you saw the state of the cell she was in.” Sombra was mildly aware that the voice drifting through the cracked door was that of Overwatch’s best medic. The biggest part of her couldn’t fathom why she was hearing that voice. Had her mind broken that badly? Regardless of Sombra’s thoughts the voice continued. “Talon has obviously tried to do something to her. What and why? I cannot tell you. All I know for sure is that if we’d left her there, she would have died . ” There was a heavy huff of breath, as Lena’s voice suddenly came into being.
“I don’t CARE what Talon did to her; I DON’T trust that dirty little thief.” There was the sound of Lena pushing past Angela, then her footsteps echoing loudly down the hall as she stormed off to some other part of the building. Angela sighed softly, the sound not more than a whisper, yet echoing in the silence of the younger woman’s sudden departure. The door creaked open and the angelic form of the medic stepped in. She was still clad in her Valkyrie suit and looking fully the part of an angel. Her eyes fell upon the bed and noticed that her patient was looking back at her.
“Oh! You’re awake.” Heels clicked on the tile floor, as Mercy moved forward to look over her prone charge, “ Do you feel any pain?” The question confused Sombra, why would she be feeling pain? Stirring slowly, Sombra attempted to sit up only to fall back to the bed as her body was racked by a wave of intense pain. Ah, that pain, her mind whispered. She must have made a noise because the ruffled angel flew into a flurry of action. Within moments the doctor had a syringe, and was gently holding Sombra’s arm to inject the pain killer. Seeing the needle Sombra’s mind swarmed into a panic, memories of being injected with unpleasant serums over rode her ability to understand what was really happening. She struggled against the surprisingly strong hold that Mercy had on her arm.
“You’re okay, I’m not going to hurt you” The words fell on deaf ears. Frightful that Sombra’s struggling would trigger more injuries Mercy called for help. The sounds of another person arriving also fell upon deaf ears, and soon after the dark embrace of a dreamless sleep cradled Sombra’s weakened mind once more.
The next time Sombra came to the room was dark. The hallway silent. In this moment the world was quiet, which didn’t last long when a low groan left Sombra’s lips. She slowly turned her head looking around the room, trying to see into its darkest corners. Nothing seemed to be lurking in the shadows, at least not from what Sombra could see. She lifted a hand to run it through her hair only to find it restrained. The panic that had barely kept itself hidden under a mask of uncertainty was loosed like a broken dam. They were watching her, hiding in the dark, waiting for her struggles to weaken. Waiting for her to tire so they could do those things to her. Sombra put all of her energy into getting out of the bonds that held her that she didn’t realize how much noise she’d been making. Without warning the door flew open, flooding the room with a bright light and a shadowed figure. The figure rushed to her side cursing under it’s breath.
“I should have known you’d be wakeing soon” The familiar but unfamiliar voice caused Sombra to freeze. Her eyes adjusting to the light spilling into the dark space, it was her . It was the battle medic codenamed Mercy. Who’d taken advantage of the sudden stillness of the panicked hacker. The cuffs fell away from freshly bruised wrists and gentle fingers stroked the back of trembling hands.
“Look at me, I’m not here to hurt you. I want to help.” The doctor’s voice was steady and soothing taking away much of Sombra’s panic. The hacker’s indigo eyes found Mercy’s face and the doctor could see the fear still plainly visible. It took a lot of willpower for Mercy not to pull the other woman into a strong hug and cry. Instead Mercy opted to sit on the edge of the bed, and let Sombra decide what she wanted. The hacker rolled over onto her side, her back towards Mercy, and remained that way until her stomach growled.
“I’ll get us something to eat.” Mercy didn’t wait for a response before getting up and walking out of the room. She closed the door behind her and let out a tense breath. She hadn’t expected to be caring for one of Talon’s own when she’d been paged to the hanger. She expected an agent that Talon had been lucky to catch, or maybe a civilian that they’d decided to ‘play’ with, not the cocky, overconfident hacker. She hadn’t been prepared for what she’d see in the hanger.