“You are awake. Good.”

Mercy’s voice is calm and steady. She’s firm, but her bedside manner has always been impeccable. Gently, she adjusts the bandage on your arm.

“Try not to move too much. Your body has been through enough.” She looks at the monitors and nods in approval. The stats look good.

“Your condition is stabilizing, but I need you to rest.”

There’s the start of bags under her eyes. She’s exhausted after a full day of patching people up but she wants to ensure that you, specifically, are taken care of. Still, her hands are steady, working solely through muscle memory.

“You gave me quite the scare.” She shakes her head. “Do not make a habit of this.”

Her fingers linger briefly at your wrist, feeling for your pulse. Then she presses along your torso, noting any squirming her wincing.

“Alright, best I can do. Do you need anything? Blanket? More pillows? Some water?”