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Angela was feeling a little worn down. Honestly, kids were always stupid, but these kids....took things to new heights. She was starting to construct a conspiracy board out of string and security camera photos to figure out who was out to get who, who would be in next. She privately suspected the nurses had a betting pool- She’d definitely heard some muffled curses the last time Hana had come in.
So....she’d approached a nurse and put 50 on the next patient from Overwatch High being a new face. Good for morale to keep her job interesting. And she had a feeling- Hana’s dad(s?) were being protective, as was Jesse’s and Sombra’s father, Zenyatta and Genji were still here resting, Lena and Amélie seemed to be at a stalemate, those nice lady teachers had stopped by to pick up more pamphlets...
Her musing was interrupted by the emergency buzzer. She grinned. Time to collect.
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“...And so, the ‘knife game’ is statistically unlikely to end in anything but severed fingers. I know it may not seem like it, but you were actually quite fortunate to have planted the knife in the back of your hand. Although, you did sever one of your tendons. We’ve restored it, but you’re going to need to be here a while to recover and you really cannot move your hand in the meantime. It’s very unwise.”
The albino girl blinked woozily at Angela, who made a note in her chart that she may need this explanation repeated when the drugs wore off. She checked her chart.
Emergency contact.... Oh. oh no.
She sighed.
Well.
She still won the bet.
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Gabriel Reyes looked very put-upon when he showed up at her desk.
“Which kid? Has something happened to Sombra? Genji? Zen? Jess?”
Angela raised an eyebrow, a little thrown.
“Ah, you’re listed as the emergency contact of Elizabe-”
Gabriel cut her off with a groan.
“Fucking BRat. Urgh. Fine. I’ll....call her goddamn bodyguard, jesus, why isn’t he her fuckin’ emergency contact-”
Angela blinked.
“I’m.....sorry?”
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She was going to make Gabriel a cup of tea.
But it got late in the day and honestly, the legal loopholes bled into Gabriel’s storytelling, and she needed her tea a little stronger.
So she bought him 3 shots.
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“...So these people are so fucking rich, and so fucking conceited, that they offer her a freaking massive trust fund if she’ll legally change her goddamn name. But they don’t disown her, because that wouldn’t be very classy of them.”
Angela took another shot.
“Uh-huh.”
“So they build her another wing of their massive house, so that she can’t accidentally run into their classy guests.”
“Of course.”
She took another swig.
“And they take her off of the rest of their paperwork and pretend everything’s fine. So she listed me as her emergency content, because she’s friends with Jesse and she’s too embarrassed about the whole thing to call her fuckin’ bodyguard, apparently.”
“She still hassh a bodyguard?” Angela hiccuped.
“Yeah, because they really don’t want her to get kidnapped because then they’d have to publicly acknowledge that they have a kid.”
“Oh, lord. ”
Gabriel took another shot.
“And- And-” He slammed the shot glass down on the table with enough force that it shattered. For a moment, they both stared at the glass shards embedded in his hand. He cleared his throat.
“Hey....Angie...If I could call you Angie...We’re friends, right?”
She looked at him for a moment, and then she took another shot.
“We’ve only just met. Call a cab.”