overwatch starters // @lxfegiver
“Currently, it’s at a seven,” STRANGE murmurs, clutching his hands close— they’re bloodied and he’s shaking. That last fight had been rough on him, and it’s clear in his body language. The SORCERER SUPREME is turned in on himself as he sits, staring blankly at the wall.
Seeing as he was visibly shaken by the fight he just got out of, the small woman sat next to him and put a hand on his back, rubbing it softly. ❝ You’ll be fine, doctor. ❞ She reassured him, ❝ Give me your hands. ❞ She said on a gentle tone, taking his large, bloodied hands between her pale, slender fingers. She tried channeling some of her healing powers into him, but she knew it was only a temporary fix. Some of his smaller wounds started to close, and she found herself with hands as bloody as his, now.
❝ I’ll get you a glass of water. ❞