Post by Junkrat on Jul 14, 2016 22:57:18 GMT
One of the worst things he could ever admit was needing help, he'd always prided himself on his survivability and his knack for toughing anything out. He grew up in the irradiated wasteland that had been leftover, practically raised in that environment, as he'd only been a child when it happened. Really, it was no wonder the child had grown into a hellfire of a young man, crazy was an understatement and batshit insane didn't do him justice. But he was still human, and he still had his fair share of flaws. And right now they were showing through more than he cared to admit, "What a load of bullshit..." He hated admitting defeat.
It was his own fault really, he was testing out a new schematic that he'd cooked up at 4 in the morning, which naturally went about as well as one could imagine. It wouldn't have been a problem if he'd just manage to blow part of his hand off or something, the mechanical aspects he could easily fix, but he was currently holding a very battered metal arm in the one he still had, with the stump left behind wrapped tightly with an old sheet, he'd never hurt himself this badly before, and he was more than a little annoyed at having to do this. But really, there was no one better for this sort of problem. He'd heard plenty about Doctor Ziegler and her miracles, and he'd seen them first hand in a confrontation with the cyborg, Genji. He knew she was just as likely to turn him away, he WAS a high profile criminal after all, but part of him hoped she also lived up to what people called her, Mercy. He could use some of that right now.
He felt incredibly out of place as he stepped into the fancy building, clean and white and a stark contrast to him. He'd made a call ahead of coming in, which was probably one of the weirdest, most domestic things he'd ever done in his life thus far, but it was polite and he did kind of want her to not think he was an ass for just showing up. It took him a bit to find her office, but when he did he gave a firm knock on the door with his metal hand, suddenly bursting out in delirious giggles at the idea of this whole situation, if she didn't know it was him before, she would certainly know now.
It was his own fault really, he was testing out a new schematic that he'd cooked up at 4 in the morning, which naturally went about as well as one could imagine. It wouldn't have been a problem if he'd just manage to blow part of his hand off or something, the mechanical aspects he could easily fix, but he was currently holding a very battered metal arm in the one he still had, with the stump left behind wrapped tightly with an old sheet, he'd never hurt himself this badly before, and he was more than a little annoyed at having to do this. But really, there was no one better for this sort of problem. He'd heard plenty about Doctor Ziegler and her miracles, and he'd seen them first hand in a confrontation with the cyborg, Genji. He knew she was just as likely to turn him away, he WAS a high profile criminal after all, but part of him hoped she also lived up to what people called her, Mercy. He could use some of that right now.
He felt incredibly out of place as he stepped into the fancy building, clean and white and a stark contrast to him. He'd made a call ahead of coming in, which was probably one of the weirdest, most domestic things he'd ever done in his life thus far, but it was polite and he did kind of want her to not think he was an ass for just showing up. It took him a bit to find her office, but when he did he gave a firm knock on the door with his metal hand, suddenly bursting out in delirious giggles at the idea of this whole situation, if she didn't know it was him before, she would certainly know now.
