“Easy,” he hissed, his voice muffled through the cloth as he bit on it, his undamaged metal arm gripping into the chair as you rewired his other arm which had been apparently torn apart.

You, Mercy’s apprentice, were the only person he could go to. Mercy wasn’t around, and no one wanted Moira’s aiding skills. You were hesitant to help him at first, due to his affiliation with the Blackwatch, but the severity of his wounds made you put your differences aside.