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 Thoughts like scattered feathers, {Angela Ziegler}
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Thoughts like scattered feathers

The days have turned to weeks but its not over. The bandages rewind you to where you've been. These memories will remind you. When life takes you out will it bring you around. When its said and done. Will it bring you around? What will you become? You're bruised and bleeding.
He could feel eyes on him, weighing down his back while their fingers reached out and dug their nails into his flesh. Why? He struggled to tug and pull away from the faces of his supposed comrades only to pause when the familiar green-eyed face appeared before him, a wicked grin on his face, and beautiful ivory and gold bow in his hands. Purple cloak moved around the familiar figure as an arrow is drawn and slowly pulled back. Wait. Stop. he began to reach forward only to feel to tip of the arrow sink its single fang directly into his chest.

And then he wakes up.

Lurching and coughing he tumbles out of bed and lands on the floor brow drenched in sweat hands clutching his sheet like its the only life line he has. Eventually he lays his head down on the floor and curls up pulling the sheet over his head.

It wasn't the first, it wont be the last,easy to chalk up to stress but exhaustion did not help. But it isn't pain that he feels when his weapon begins to sway in battle and the opposing weapon cuts deep into his right arm. A foolish very novice mistake. What he feels instead is the ground under him when he falls. A simple wound like that is nothing but dizziness after....'Heat exhaustion, that's the second time in two months.' he hears them speak over him. He isn't quite awake but he can hear them over him. 'That monster we fought was poisonous!' he figures they're both correct. At least with a little medication its easy to keep his mind from wandering. This time they don't have to force him to stay the week.

It was somewhat disappointing not to see those familiar bright eyes and white haired figure standing in the doorway. Slaine. He was a good kid, but one with too much weight on his shoulders, maybe it was too late to save him. Sitting up in bed he stared at the bandages wrapped around his right arm and flexed his fingers. No serious damage it seemed, the pain wasn't unbearable, or maybe he had just been through worse. He loathed being confined to one quiet colorless room.

Getting out of bed he changed thanks to an overnight bag one of his men had brought him, pulling on a dark green shirt. And rubbing his hands through his hair to somewhat (but not so well) tame it. He stepped from the doorway glimpsing down the long hallways before pushing himself forward.

Schwann followed the usual path down to the cafeteria where dimly lit green eyes were almost disappointed to find the place mostly barren. He should probably eat something. But instead he seemed to find himself claiming a seat off to the side of the room leaning forward on his elbow, wounded arm lying against the smooth surface in front of him.

”If this continues....” he chewed on his bottom lip and closed his eyes. No, it was fairly normal for guards of any rank to visit the clinic or hospital, it was simply part of the job at times. In truth he doubted anyone would hold it against him. But it still bothered him to spend so much time off.

People watching... he should have brought a book to read.

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Flesh wound on his forearm. Envenomation. Exhaustion from over-exerting himself in the heat... Schwann Oltorain, Third Captain of the Avalon Guard. A knight. Also a man who was apparently no stranger to being in the hospital if his medical history was any indication... A couple of visits here and there, but more recent lately. There were more than enough red flags, especially after she performed a thorough examination. Maybe there was more to this story, but tackle one mountain at a time, Angela. Funny how it appeared to be a simple flesh wound that had finally brought him to her. Well—that wasn't the whole story. He had traces of venom running through his system, thankfully a variety that her biotic serum had managed to flush out of him while he slept.

He needed a second dose, however, to be administered several hours after the initial treatment. Which was why she was on her way to his room, cradling her white and gold caduceus staff gently within her arms while her heels gently clacked against the sterile hospital floor. It was early evening but given the weather, the sun still bled through the wide windows as if it were morning time. So unsettling—she wasn't so sure she'd ever get used to it. Not to mention this heat; it was difficult on everyone. She could only pray that it'd let up eventually. Far too many people overestimated their ability to handle the heat, and well, they often wound up under her care because of it. Thankfully after a day or two of hospitalization, some fluid therapy, and a stern talking to, she sent them well on their way.

Perhaps Sir Oltorain needed a talking to of his own, or at least that was her initial thought when she had found his bed empty. Why do all of my patients run away on me? It was a harmless thought, if not an amusing one. And one would think she was Doctor Curtiss with how often the people she cared for got up and walked out. Literally. Even the dead ones.

It was just her luck that the knight would do the same—and she had some experience with knights. Perhaps not in the traditional sense, but knight-hearted men nonetheless. Reinhardt, the only “knight” left in a world where technology and science reigned, was probably one of her biggest repeat patients back when she was with Overwatch. She shuddered to think that anyone had as much reckless courage as he did, even in his old age. Though, her brows furrowed with gentle concern when she found Schwann's blankets strewn on the floor, some of the bedding pulled out along with it... Had he fallen out of bed?

Angela was a quiet storm of urgency when she went looking for him. Fortunately nurses had seen that look on her determined face enough times to know not to keep their mouths shut. Pointing her in the direction of the cafeteria, she wasted little time. At least he was still in the building. Thank goodness for that...

It was so lifeless in the mess hall that the sounds almost registered as muted, several figures standing out among the stark white walls. Her stern gaze softened when she found her patient sitting alone, looking almost... vacant. She was uncertain if he notice her as she approached. Her doctor's coat fluttered delicately after her, a smile finding its rightful place across her lips when she said his name gently, “Sir Oltorain...?”

Craning herself almost as if to try to get a good look into his face, she paused and propped her staff against the table in front of them, “Is everything alright?” Spoken with genuine care, she could not help but worry that perhaps he was uncomfortable. That maybe he was in pain or otherwise suffering from something she could actually hope to alleviate.

Then, realizing that perhaps he did not know who she was, she took a step back and composed herself. After all, he was unconscious when he was brought in, he shouldn't know her by name. “Forgive me. I had went to check in on you and saw you left your room. I'm Doctor Ziegler, and well, I guess you could say I'm watching over you.”

Schwann... :C Why you do her a concern?

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Thoughts like scattered feathers

The days have turned to weeks but its not over. The bandages rewind you to where you've been. These memories will remind you. When life takes you out will it bring you around. When its said and done. Will it bring you around? What will you become? You're bruised and bleeding.
Guilt... so much of it tries to shred his flesh apart and yet he tries to convince himself he has done nothing wrong. He knows he shouldn't.

But finally he'd slept, and it had only taken what, some poisonous creature and heat exhaustion of some kind? Pathetic. He'd suffered so many monster wounds and poisons before a simple spell should be enough to cure it all. His own healing abilities were better used on other people. At least he told himself they worked better when used that way. It was just a scratch, nothing to worry about, he would be dismissed soon and carry on. Yet the change in scenery seemed to have helped. Maybe he would take a small vacation, or choose a room ad the guard's barracks to stay for a while.

When he had wandered from his room there were two things on his mind, simply moving, while another part of him hoped he might have caught sight of Slaine around the next corner. It was just a scratch, surely he did not need permission to walk around as long as he did not leave the hospital? Schwann wasn't a doctor so perhaps he shouldn't have been making such a seemingly innocent judgment. Even if it was just the cafeteria it was a somewhat pleasant change.

Sir Oltorain. Another arrow...? It had felt like it almost, sinking into his back slowly as if someone was standing there holding it. His brows knit together his lips pressed smoothly into a line as if to keep from frowning. But it wasn't....who's voice was that..? Probably an irritated nurse come to track him down and drag him back to his room.

He gently tipped his head in her direction. ”I apologize, I thought I might just take a small walk and get something to dr-” he froze staring a moment. She was- He barely kept his face from expressing any surprise as he dipped his eyes away from her as she spoke. Dr. Ziegler. He nodded slowly rubbing a hand over the back of his head as his face heated up slowly. “S-sorry I ….did not mean t-to concern you.” he swallowed. Idiot! He could almost hear his heart pounding in his ears. And why did she have to look at him like that? He was alright upsetting ...well pretty much anyone else with the exception of Slaine...but now she'd spoken with care and concern. It hurt.

Shy, Schwann was always a little more timid at times, he tried to gather himself and regaining control of himself be breathed out slowly, carefully, through his nose. ”So I have you to thank now that I feel better, Doctor Ziegler.” he dipped his head.

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Her eyes softened for that short instant where their gazes met, a gloomy green melding with hopeful and strong sapphire. Some people often said that the the eyes were the window to the soul, but before she could even hope to try to reach out to him he was lowering his head away from her. As if meeting her half-way was painful in and of itself, which earned even more unspoken concern on her part. Was it her that was making him so uncomfortable? Her very presence weighing things down and making this whole experience that much more difficult. Time and time again she tried to be understanding, to remind herself that not everyone took well to medical aid. Although she tried not to show her sadness, faint wrinkles touched her forehead as she heard his sudden apology.

“I don't think it's any fault of yours. I worry for everyone,” her voice dipped into a gentle tone, as if trying to soothe him with the sound of her voice alone. There was no denying her words; the sentiment trickling out of every pore and piece of her in a warmth that radiated within her bleeding heart. No wound or illness was too insignificant in her book and no one went overlooked. “You're fine, truly, Sir Oltorain. I would be more than happy to get you something though if you are hungry or thirsty,” it was the least she could do is offer. Typically a doctor would rather use their time in other ways, play their part in treatment and have the nurses pick up the slack. But Angela was anything but the typical physician. Her time was fleeting and important, but when she was with a patient she did her best never to feel or appear rushed. Compassion and the perception of her patients meant everything to her, and if that meant she shaved away several more seconds of her own life then so be it.

“It truly warms my heart to hear you're feeling better. Though I actually still have one more treatment to give you... You had a poison in your system, you see,” retrieving her caduceus staff, she moved slowly until she was sitting directly next to him on the cafeteria bench. “It's not overtly serious and you should be back on the Guard in a day or two,” she smiled softly, motioning politely for him to show her his arm, “But...”

There was an ominous pause in that simple word—but. Very rarely anything good ever followed, and so it hung there heavily in the air, like a person holding out for dear life. What had she meant to say? Or rather... what did she know?

If he let her, she would scoot closer and cradle his arm until it was resting gently in her lap. Then, slowly, she got to work unwrapping the bandage dressings with dexterous and knowing hands. Almost as if she had wrapped them herself.

“You would do well to stay here and rest,” she murmured quietly, as if they were the only two people in the room. It was not a way of scolding him, instead a heartfelt suggestion. A kind but borderline selfish request that was hidden and burrowed down beneath her professional exterior. “Or at the very least... please try to take it slow for a little while."

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Thoughts like scattered feathers

The days have turned to weeks but its not over. The bandages rewind you to where you've been. These memories will remind you. When life takes you out will it bring you around. When its said and done. Will it bring you around? What will you become? You're bruised and bleeding.
I worry for everyone. He felt his face heat up a little again as he tried to keep his eyes remained focused on some kind of invisible distraction ahead of him. He hated the thought of worrying her, or anyone else for that matter, no one should have to do so.No one should get bothered over him. Not someone so kind, not when they did not know him, not know what he had done. “You....really should not. I am alright after all, thanks to you.” he finally managed to drag his eyes back toward her and manage the faintest of smiles.

He shook his head. “Its alright, I will get something in a moment, it will do me some good to move around.” he admitted, but dipped his head in thanks. Same soft voice, he hoped she'd never change, even if he wished it wasn't aimed at him.

One more treatment. He blinked once or twice before looking down at his bandaged arm and then offered it seeing no reason not to when she seemed to ask. ”I see....sorry to be so much trouble. I -” he tried desperately to remain focused, calm, and not tempted to scoot away anxiously and find something to pull up over his head...

He focused on his arm, and her hands, it helped some, though hardly. Shy, quiet, and awkward Schwann. When had that become a thing? he was patient and slowly relaxed a little more as she worked. But...? he glimpsed back up at her focused eyes and then looked back down feeling that swelling of guilt in his chest again. Ah...that. He lowers his head and peers away from her with a small breath escaping his lips almost in the form of a sigh. His brows arch together as he manages a small nod.

“While...unintentional it is to do with the heat I am sure.... I am not your first case of heat exhaustion.” he could admit it, though part of him questioned if that was all there was to it, or if that case was really just as simple for him as everyone else. ”Of course, I do not think I could turn down such...a kind doctor's orders either.” he breathed out slowly before raising his head again and looking back to his arm. One more scar to do with the rest, more monster-made than man it seemed. ”Though it is a kn- guard's duty to work as soon as I am able.” his throat felt dry again.

"Thank you...."

UGH another short one x.x
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So much of her time was occupied thinking of others—the people she could save, and those she couldn't. Of course she always wanted to dedicate herself to rescuing those that were helpless, hopeless, and alone. People with no one to count on; like she was when war took everything from her. Treating the sick and the wounded, offering them her kindness, it was all she had in this world and the last. “You're no trouble,” she reassured, her touch growing softer as she brushed his hand with her own for a moment before she continued with meticulously unraveling the wound, “While you're here, you're under my watchful eye Sir Oltorain. Should you ever need anything, you only need to ask.”

Exposing the wound, the laceration was already healing quite nicely. But her little nanites needed time to flush the toxin from his system, which was why she had not yet allowed it to close entirely. With all of the strange ailments that still floated around out there, hoping for a cure, she was just relieved that this was something that she could fix. While her technology and research had many uses back home, here in Avalon it held even more mysteries than it did answers.

Once more taking up her staff, she lowered it toward the wound and pressed lightly upon a button hidden within its handle. Slowly, the arms of the device started to whir to life, spinning in a sleepy and hypnotic fashion while radiant light awakened at its heart. The golden energy was warm to the touch and soothing; like a sip of tea on a cold day, rolling through every part of the body to give a fleeting sensation of calm.

She listened to him intently as she channeled the staff's power into the wound, smirking playfully, “The heat exhaustion is certainly a concern, though if you do not push yourself hopefully that will not be an issue again in the future, ja?”

It was his next words that seemed to have an impact on her. Brow creasing ever so slightly, her sapphire eyes moved back toward his face. “I would not expect to hear anything different from a knight,” a sigh rolled from off her lips as she shook her head, “I once knew a man who thought the same way... always rushing head-first into danger the second I slapped a few bandages on him and sent him on his way. I'll tell you what I told him: you might think of yourself like a sword or a hammer, but weapons can be replaced when they grow tired or lose their edge. People cannot be.”

Perhaps she should feel apologetic or even a bit ashamed of how overzealous she could be, but Angela had no qualms so long as what she said came from her heart. A woman as passionate about life as she was, there were no holds barred. Nothing she would not say, no lengths she would not go to if it meant she could potentially salvage a life. “You must be able to take care of yourself before you can think to protect others. Duty can come after,” she hummed, her touch soft and gentle. She was speaking from experience more than anything. Of all people, she knew what it felt to want to push herself to her limits, and that was something she worked toward with each passing day. Taking better care of herself, Gabriel insisted... and so she felt it hard to refuse.

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Thoughts like scattered feathers

The days have turned to weeks but its not over. The bandages rewind you to where you've been. These memories will remind you. When life takes you out will it bring you around. When its said and done. Will it bring you around? What will you become? You're bruised and bleeding.
No trouble, she says with a smile and kind voice. He isn't sure if he wants to smile, frown or laugh bitterly. But instead he nods quietly at first before speaking in a smooth tone. “I shall, and trust you miss Ziegler.” Maybe he was speaking too much or maybe he did not know what else to say.

He had seen this before, once, though used on someone else he had never experienced it himself or at least not awake. An interesting sensation, not like the healing spells Estelle used, but warmer, or maybe he was imagining things. He stifled a slight shiver as the warmth spilled through him and a part of it lingering in his chest. Not something he had given much thought to, but old un-healable wounds were not likely any cause for concern. Surely her magic – or science – would not cause any harm to his own. Like being wrapped in a cozy blanket, if he were somewhere more comfortable and chanced to close his eyes he was almost sure he would not open them again for some time and rest peacefully.

Calm. It was a nice feeling.

Schwann managed a weak smile to be followed with a nod of his head. She wasn't wrong, he knew this, even back home there was risk of such a thing but Avalon's weather had been very odd lately. “I will do my best, you have my word.” He wondered how well he could actually keep that promise.

A knight. She says and he cannot save himself from chuckling, though it sounds, if not bitter somehow empty, but not directed at her. “I am no kni-” he cannot seem to finish the word again, this time because her own are given life. She speaks with a kindness and serious to her voice, something that warrants attention and yet makes him drop his eyes from her. Weapons can be replaced. Not people. He feels his chest tighten painfully and his fingers slowly curl inward. She wasn't wrong, he told himself, resting his eyes as if to absorb what she was saying. Was he a person though? He was no longer human, replaceable? Maybe not. He wanted to laugh, unsure, maybe a part of him hoped for such an simple solution. He was a weapon, yes, that is all there was to him.

“You are right.” he replies, honestly believing her, even if he does not know if he feels the same way about himself. Hypocrite? Maybe, but perhaps he has always been one.

He manages a smile and nods gently. “I suppose I would tell other people something similar, it is pitiful that it often becomes so hard to accept or do the same. I wonder if that makes me untruthful.” another laughing matter, but one he dismisses. Brushing some hair from his eyes he watches her hands now and her staff. She's so warm, all of it is, he often wonders if anyone notices how less warm he is, or how his pulse is there but somewhat odd at times. He was made to keep going and be that sword people needed. That is simply what Schwann Oltorain was.

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He would do his best, or so that was what he had said. Then why did Angela not feel convinced? Promises that were destined to fade away like smoke the moment he left her sight, she knew the truth better than most. Yet it was far more comforting to allow herself to be fooled at least for now. Nodding her head gently and marching on like always, trying to calming herself with the faint glimmer of a hope that perhaps he at least would make an attempt to do as she insisted. If not for himself, then maybe for her, however shamefully selfish that was.

Still, it was unfair – if not unfit – of her to place that extra burden upon him. Like barbs gripping and curling under the surface of her skin, she felt her shame claw its way through her. No matter how steady her hands were, no matter how gentle her touch, there was a storm that raged beneath the surface which churned within the depths of her bright blue eyes. While she allowed his wound to drink in the beam of pure, golden energy, she failed to prevent the moment of silence that came between them.

Only after he managed to smile and find the words to push past what neither of them wanted to say did she finally brave a glance up into his face. Allowing the simplest whisper of a sigh to escape, she spoke almost as if to scold herself, “Here I am lecturing you when I often wonder the same about myself...”

Pitiful, he had called it. Angela was not so quick to agree, though she too battled with the same pretenses. At the very least they struggled together. “On the other hand, to want the well-being of another...? So long as we're sincere, I suppose that does not make either of us untruthful. I understand how you feel... we push on because we feel the need to. I just thought that hearing it from another's mouth can be illuminating, and I'd hate to see you wind up right back in a hospital bed if I can help it.”

All she had was helping people. It was the only thing that ever kept her going, the only bit of herself that she could ever find anymore. Perhaps Schwann felt the same as a Captain of the Guard? He had wanted to say he was not a knight. The word had not quite made it free of his lips yet it hung off him in a profound emptiness. If he was not a knight, then she certainly wasn't an angel.

“Forgive me if I seemed rather forward with you. I do greatly commend and respect what it is you do, I imagine if I hadn't have found a home here in the hospital I'd be right alongside you out there. Protecting people, taking care of the injured on the front lines... there were days when that was once my calling as well,” she spoke more delicately now, trying to make up for her all of her voracity earlier. Handling each word with care although that did not make it any less heartfelt, “Maybe that's what the Guard needs, someone looking out for them for a change.”

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Thoughts like scattered feathers

The days have turned to weeks but its not over. The bandages rewind you to where you've been. These memories will remind you. When life takes you out will it bring you around. When its said and done. Will it bring you around? What will you become? You're bruised and bleeding.
A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips which he had pursed together while listening to her. Her voice as soothing as ever it seemed, perhaps this was truly where she belonged, or at the very least helping people. If she wasn't physically helping them it seemed as if she had other ways of aiding in such ways. Healing. He thinks to himself. “I do not mind so much. And is often difficult to take your own advice, I suppose I know that far too well.”

He swallowed dipping his head a little and shifting his bright green eyes to the side. Maybe he didn't want to catch hers, maybe he feared she may see through the paper-thin mask that he wore. Or maybe he would only see his own guilt reflected in her eyes. “Maybe you're right....” he shook his head closing his eyes and giving it some more thought. ”Thank you.” he finally replies. He blinks a moment later and dares to peer back up at her as she speaks of being on the front lines. She isn't much older than him, and yet he feels probably twice their age. She somehow seems so young and youthful. Maybe because she is still beautiful and still somehow harbors so much warmth.

And maybe she is warn, but she is not cold, he almost envies it.

He has seen her abilities once before and almost allows it to slip past his lips but is able to catch himself and dig his head into a gentle nod. “Forgive me for saying, if I may, I think your skills are far more suited to a place such as this. Though it is not that I doubt in your ability in the least....I suppose it is that I am maybe envious that you are able to. The battlefield seems to be a hard place to leave but you don't abandon it. I'm....ah...impressed.” he peered away with a gentle shake of his head and trying to ignore the heat in his face.

It took a lot of willpower to say nothing else, and he was already tripping over the silly thing he had just said. “I am glad to know then that the Avalon guard has someone so willing and kind.” he spoke as if thinking about the others, which he was, after all there was...not so much that could be done for him. ”Forgive my silly repeated thank yous..for now maybe I shall find better way to show my gratitude someday.”

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She always did her best to stay strong when in reality she was just tempered glass, waiting for that giant crack to finally shatter her forever. Angela wondered when that day would come as it was only a matter of time. Even here in Avalon, she always felt as if she was running from something—failures, guilt, not having the answers when it mattered most. Letting loved ones, family, slip away one by one. Turned to ash, their lives and trust gone. She left them so damaged that even Mercy could not hope to let her healing rays sink in to provide any way of repairing what was lost.

Their eyes met and there was a loneliness lurking there in her gaze, come and gone in a flash. Outshined by the light she so vigilantly kept alive in hopes of maintaining some semblance of the woman she always aspired to be. “At least I can be of use here, and so long as I'm positively impacting lives... I suppose you're right,” she kept her lingering and tender touch close as she handled his arm, so gentle that there was any wonder how she could ever have fought in times of war. How someone so soft as her could be so misleadingly resilient. Though the hollow notes in her voice almost gave her away, begging the question: what sort of harmful things, what sort of scars did she leave on others?

“It feels good to be appreciated,” she commented with a smile that was softer than before, almost shy as she suddenly released the switch on the side of her staff. Like a dying star, the energy faded and became sucked back up into the device. The arms stopped churning, curling back up into place as if falling quietly back to sleep. Even if the healing serum was no longer flowing, there was still the warmth it left behind, radiating throughout and offering him that delayed sense of calm. Where there had once been a wound, now there was nothing. No signs that a blade had ever tasted his flesh. “Though please, think nothing of it. 'Tis what I live my life for, and so long as you are in need of medical aid I'll always be here to do what I can.”

Examining her work, she finally seemed satisfied to allow him to take his arm away from her should he so wish. “That should take care of that laceration and the poison, though it would still allow me to rest a little easier if you'd take some extra time to recover... Even if it's just a small nap while I've still got you here.”

Pushing her blonde hair behind one ear, Angela readjusted the stethoscope that hung about her neck. Despite how busy her life became or how much time spun horribly out of control, it was small moments like these that she always enjoyed the most. Just receiving a moment to breathe, to share a few words with someone. It made the white hospital walls feel less like a tomb when the days grew long. Maybe Schwann even managed to alleviate some of the exhaustion constantly hung off of her. “Thank you, Sir Oltorain.”

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