So A Cowboy, A Healer, And An Archer Walk Into An Illegal Organization..... (Part 3)
Hanzo's POV
"My shoulder hurts." I huff as another chunk of shrapnel is removed. "Yeah, I bet it does. We are about another hour away from base, and there I can get a small dose of anesthetic for ya. Or if you want McCree can kiss it better." (Y/N) puts down her tweezers and takes off her rubber gloves. "Y'all call?" McCree swaggers over, dramatically placing a boot on the seat next to me and putting his arm on his knee.
"Hanzo wants a kiss to make him feel better. Or your flask again, either or." (Y/N) said before walking away to clean her tools of blood. "Aw why Shimada-san, I didn't expect ya to be so forward~." McCree leaned down a little, wiggling his eyebrows. "I would prefer the flask, cowman." I growl and McCree laughs, the sound full of mirth as he leans backwards.
"Alright alright, I see that 'm not wanted. Just call if ya need anything sugar." McCree tips his hat before trailing after (Y/N). "Ohhhhhh arrowman!! Lookit' you gettin all buddy buddy with the lovebirds!!" Junkrat cackled, eyes darting back and forth. "I hardly see how that is your concern." I sneer back, Junkrat only laughs and Zarya gives a knowing smirk.
For the rest of the trip back, it was mainly silent, except for (Y/N) yelling at Soldier: 76 at one point for not telling her of a sprained wrist. "No one listens to the only fuck on this mission with extensive medical experience. 'Oh, by the way, I got shot in the stomach but whatever let me at them!! It's not like internal bleeding can stop me!'." (Y/N) Did a very bad Russian accent, sending glares to Zarya. McCree and I huffed in amusement as the medic ranted.
- Now Approaching Watchpoint: Gibraltar- Athena cut in before turning off, the ship slowly descending. Once the ship's engines dull hum stopped, (Y/N) got up with another tired sigh. "Ok let's go get drugged up."
Everyone split off in the hanger, Junkrat and Soldier 76 going to the left while (Y/N), McCree and I went right to the med bay. Zarya was arguing with Athena on the dropship for some reason.
The dull pain throbbed in my shoulder as (Y/N) fiddled with one of the small bots that accompanied her. Walking into the med bay was like stepping into a spotlight. Everything is too bright and a cold, sterile white. "Sit down anywhere." (Y/N) Instructed. Sitting down on the beds was rather annoying as a thin sheet of paper crackled.
(Y/N) grabbed a needle and filled a quarter of it with a clear liquid. "So you won't be able to use your arm. Yadda yadda yadda. If you feel any pain or it feels uncomfortable, other than the gaping holes in your skin, talk to Mercy or I. No strenuous activities for uhhh, let's say...two days. Yeah two days sounds about right?" (Y/N) waved around the needle while she talked.
"You do not sound so sure about this." I frown at how carefree she sounds. "Well fuck you too, now hold still." (Y/N) eased the needle into my shoulder while pushing the plunger down. "Take this with you. They should speed up the healing process." McCree rolled a circular bot to me, watching with a bored expression as it fell off of the bed. "oops."
"Jesse McFucking Cree. I Know for a fact that you did not just drop my heal bot."
"Well, Hanzo was supposed to catch it."
"WITH HIS FUCKED UP SHOULDER?! YEAH GREAT PLAN THERE!! ESPECIALLY AFTER I NUMBED IT!"
McCree and (Y/N) continued to bicker back and forth. "You two are acting like children." I stand, coming between them. "He started it." (Y/N) says. "I do not care. If my shoulder is set, then I shall return to my room for the night." I Walk towards the door. Neither attempt to stop me. "Good job, you scared him away!!" was muttered as I closed the door behind me.