⠀⠀⠀⠀Ꭺngela sat at her desk, a small frown engraved into her expression as she frantically wrote. Being the head medical officer of Overwatch was very similar to working in the hospital where she had begun her career. She wrote out prescriptions for her patients- her teammates- and she made any observations she noticed they were going through. The only difference, however, is that more often than not, her clients back home would listen to her, whereas her companions would not. They considered her advice, but they would take it as it was- advice that did not need to be followed.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Ꮪomeone roughly tapped the door of her study, and she sighed heavily, laying down her pen. Although not knowing who her visitor was, she could imagine what the relaying message contained. "Come in," she called loudly, agitation lacing her brittle words.
After the guest had turned the doorknob and entered, she was relieved to see that it was someone she was comfortable with talking to. As much as she cared for Gabriel, he was quickly becoming someone she did not desire to see in order to avoid confrontation.
⠀⠀⠀⠀"Mercy, are you ready for your mission?" The man asked, his voice seemingly irritated as well. Realizing that his lack of confidence rose from nervousness caused her to straighten up, and soften her expression.
⠀⠀⠀⠀"Yes, of course Jack. I just need to finish this last slip; I'm putting you on pain medication," she responded quietly, taking her pen once more and glancing up at him, "and this time, you're going to take it. Othervise I'll set Ana on you- you know as well as I do how adamant she is about following the doctor's orders."
⠀⠀⠀⠀He chuckled, his tone easing, "Yes ma'am, I'll be sure to use it." A small smile replaced his frown, and as he watched her write, his face grew serious once more. "How long have you been awake?"
⠀⠀⠀⠀She stopped writing, and shrugged. "I don't know, three days, maybe more."
⠀⠀⠀⠀The commander started rubbing his temples, "You're foolish, Angela, and when you're back, I'd appreciate it if you'd