I was aware of what the world offers those who wish to help it. We can only do our best, to try to learn. [ She remembers families torn apart, she remembers people dying in the field, she remembers innocent lives dead before she could even ail them. As a medic, sure – but even as her time as a student... she walked empty halls with the sick with no way to help. Overwatch gives her gifts and knowledge an outlet and for that? She is thankful. The rocky end of the last iteration of Overwatch did something right. ] And have hope that we can do better the next time.
[ They weren't honest with each other fully. There was some... bending, however. She speaks to him in a way she doesn't to her teammates – not even her own staff. Angela, for the most part, remains guarded. Yet... he was part of her. She can feel him inside, like a bad feeling she can't shake. An eagerness in her chest that makes her heart skip a beat every so often.
The clinic in front of them has not had visitors for some time, but it is as she remembers it. It brings a small bit of sadness to her, to know it has not been repurposed. As Eddie leaves the truck, she follows – gathers her things and looks out into the expanse far beyond the small clinic. ]
It is. There use to be festivals every season to welcome the change, it would be around time for one, I think. Visitors would come by to experience it before, now... I don't think many people even know of this place. [ It was truly a sight to remember, now that she thinks back on it. She noticed when the festivals stopped as a child, but... at least this place was still standing. Becoming part of Overwatch... gave her a reason to feel like celebrating again. Even for little instances of just "existing". ] I'm fine. Tired, in ways I never have been. It will pass.
[ Even among their odd relation, their unknown bond – where it feels intimate and invasive at once... Angela offers a respectful, small smile to him. Reassuring. Telling him what any patient would need to hear from their doctor: to trust them.
Angela ushers them inside, the lights a dull flicker fortunately enough when she tests the power. Inside the clinic would be a small waiting room, check-in area – and when Angela continues on, two rooms equipped with beds and the typical medical supplies one could expect. Further on was a small washroom. If Eddie shut his eyes, maybe he could imagine it in better standing but for now – it was packed up with supplies, chairs stacked high, and plastic wrapped around outdated computers. ]
How do you feel?
[ She asks, stacking her bag onto the check-in counter. She knows the answer, but it felt like cheating to even assume. ]
no subject
[ They weren't honest with each other fully. There was some... bending, however. She speaks to him in a way she doesn't to her teammates – not even her own staff. Angela, for the most part, remains guarded. Yet... he was part of her. She can feel him inside, like a bad feeling she can't shake. An eagerness in her chest that makes her heart skip a beat every so often.
The clinic in front of them has not had visitors for some time, but it is as she remembers it. It brings a small bit of sadness to her, to know it has not been repurposed. As Eddie leaves the truck, she follows – gathers her things and looks out into the expanse far beyond the small clinic. ]
It is. There use to be festivals every season to welcome the change, it would be around time for one, I think. Visitors would come by to experience it before, now... I don't think many people even know of this place. [ It was truly a sight to remember, now that she thinks back on it. She noticed when the festivals stopped as a child, but... at least this place was still standing. Becoming part of Overwatch... gave her a reason to feel like celebrating again. Even for little instances of just "existing". ] I'm fine. Tired, in ways I never have been. It will pass.
[ Even among their odd relation, their unknown bond – where it feels intimate and invasive at once... Angela offers a respectful, small smile to him. Reassuring. Telling him what any patient would need to hear from their doctor: to trust them.
Angela ushers them inside, the lights a dull flicker fortunately enough when she tests the power. Inside the clinic would be a small waiting room, check-in area – and when Angela continues on, two rooms equipped with beds and the typical medical supplies one could expect. Further on was a small washroom. If Eddie shut his eyes, maybe he could imagine it in better standing but for now – it was packed up with supplies, chairs stacked high, and plastic wrapped around outdated computers. ]
How do you feel?
[ She asks, stacking her bag onto the check-in counter. She knows the answer, but it felt like cheating to even assume. ]