The only thing that you heard was that Jesse got injured on his last mission and is bound to a bed, but thankfully it's not as bad as it seems... Contains: Comfort, Injuries, Stories, Kisses, Snuggling, Nicknames (Darlin', Sweetheart, Honeysuckle, Pumpkin) I realized once I started recording this that I haven't done McCree in a while! Sorry about that! But, here we are, we have an audio where McCree gets hurt but turns out he's the one doing the comforting lol. This one was fun, and I apologize if his mission makes no sense, I can't play Overwatch due to nausea reasons (or any FPS game, really lol) so I tried to be as accurate as I could in that potential situation? Anyways, I hope you all enjoy! ~Audio Transcript Below~ McCree: Woah, hey, Sweetheart, I'm ok....everything is ok......C'mere..... *hushes* I'm alright, Baby.........I'm alright..... *breathes* I'm assumin' you just got back? Otherwise I figure I woulda been accosted by you much sooner than this.... Docter Ziegler has kinda confined me to this one room, and is only keepin' me updated on what she's calling a , 'need to know' basis. Apparently she's worried if she lets me in on anything I'm gonna go all gung ho and hurt myself even more trying to help, so I've been here for the past day or so, just in bed......like you see...... *pause* Darlin', I know my mission didn't go exactly according to plan.....but that's--*chuckles*--that's kinda the business of it, ain't it? Not everything is gonna go-- *pause* *sighs softly* Yeah........it was rough........ I just......I don't want to worry you none. I'm alive, I got outta there pretty much unscathed. Out of all of the bad things that coulda happened, some cuts, bruises and a sprained ankle are child's play......considering....you know.....some of the other injuries I've had..... *pause* I guess......yeah.....you're right.....I guess that really doesn't take into account the psychological stuff that goes into missions and stuff....it...wasn't the easiest....I'll just say that..... Resting really ain't my strong suit, Pumpkin......I don't know how long I can sit here in bed without goin' stir crazy....... And I've done exactly what Doctor Ziegler has told me. I ain't walked on my ankle for anything more than going to the bathroom, and even then I tried to walk on it as little as possible, but it turns out hoppin' around on one foot when you're bruised to all hell isn't as easy as it looks, *chuckles* *coughs* I'm alright, I'm alright.....sorry it's just.....got some smoke all up in my lungs during the fight and it ain't left me quite yet........ Well....cigars are different and---anyways.....like I said....I've been tryin' my best to be careful..... Nope, I'm supposed to be restin' up until I can confidently walk on my foot without it hurtin'. I'm figurin' at least a few days, least that's what Doctor Zeigler said. C'mere? *soft kiss* So everything is gonna be alright, sweetheart. I know you worry about me when I'm out there.....just as much as I worry about you when you go out there......I understand where you're coming from......but I promise you......everything is alright. I'm ok....I'm going to survive.......nothing worse than a twisted ankle and some bruises....... Including some bruised pride...... *chuckles* You want me to tell you how I ended up sprainin' it in the first place? Here.......why don't you come on up here, snuggle up with me, and I can tell you the whole sordid tale.... Well....maybe not everything, but at least the part about me sprainin' my ankle. C'mon, snuggle on up. I got enough pillows here to completely drown myself in if I need it. *pause* Angela says that sitting up and everything, keeping my foot elevated will help better or somethin' like that..... To be honest, I haven't always been the best listener---or follower really--of medical advice in my life...... I'm better than I used to be, that's for sure.... *pause* Eh....a lot changes when you end up losing your arm, but that's not really the story I think we should talk about right now..... And while this mission wasn't the easiest either......I like to try to find.....at least some more light hearted or better moments to focus on, instead of the worse ones..... I know that ain't the healthiest thing, Darlin', but just cause I like to focus on the good moments, don't mean that I'm ignoring the bad ones.....it's somethin' I've been workin' on too........thinkin' about even goin' to counseling for it...... But again, that's besides the point, Sweetheart.......*kiss* you're too good at distractin' me...... Now, snuggle up, real close.......*hums softly* That's it....... So, everything at this point of the mission’s basically gone to shit. False information, a trap, sabotage, you name it, it happened. So we’re working on extractions for everyone since we’re scattered all over the place, and I’m holed up mostly safe, tryin’ not to hack up a storm and give away my location since I had just escaped from a pretty much obliterated buildin’....so there I am, practically holding my breath as I watch one of the fuckin’ drop ships slowly comin’ my direction. I ain’t seen any enemies in the last ten minutes, and I figure, if I get the attention of whoever is piloting the drop ship, it’ll be worth the potential blown cover since those things can practically park on a dime, and they’re big honkin’ things, so I could use it for another cover if need be. The only thing standing inbetween me and a wide enough open space for the drop ship to land, is like this six foot wall….. *chuckles* I’m gettin’ there, Darlin’, I promise….gotta set the scene so that you can appreciate how truly stupid this injury is….. So anyways, I hop up, hail a frequency to the comms, and then hop over the wall, no big deal, done it a thousand times before and on taller walls than this, nothin’ to it. But as I land, my boot must’ve hit a rock or a crack in just the right way for my ankle to give out completely and send me right on my ass, swearin’ and coughin’ just as the drop ship lands. And when the bay door opens, who do I see, but Tracer, tryin’ desperately hard not to completely laugh in my face while I’m sittin’ there, on my ass. I try to get up and get the Hell outta dodge, cause--you know, still in a battlefield and all--but I can’t put any weight on that foot without it hurtin’ like Hell, so I go hobblin’ as best I can over to the drop ship, and Tracer is laughin’ her ass off ‘cause she saw the whole thing, and now I’m embarrassed cause I just fucked up my ankle jumping over a wall that’s shorter than I am and she ain’t even helpin’ me she’s laughin’ too hard, and I’m just angry and swearin’ up a storm to cover how absolutely stupid I feel for hurtin’ myself like that on something so simple, when I’ve gone through literal explosions without getting a scratch on me. Eventually she helped me get settled, but she was gigglin’ the entire ride back. I’m sure I won’t ever hear the end of it from her….. But I got brought back here and saw to by Dr. Ziegler, and this is where I’ve been ever since…. *chuckles* It’s alright, you’re allowed to laugh, it’s ridiculous! *pause* Do you.....wanna talk about your mission? From the way you're actin' I can tell it probably didn't go too well either...... *pause* You don't gotta talk about it if you don't want to Honeysuckle.....I understand....if you just wanna lay here and snuggle and talk about anything else I'm totally fine with that too.....I just know sometimes....you do better when you're allowed to talk about stuff.....and when I'm here to listen and talk it out with you....... *pause* If I’da known that Dr. Ziegler was gonna blab, I woulda kindly asked her not to…… *pause* I know you have a right to know, but the fact that she just told you that, “Jesse is Injured” and left it at that while you still had two days left of your mission was unhelpful at best and cruel at the worst. I can’t imagine how worried you must’ve been. Hell, I woulda called you myself had I known that she’d done that…… I’ll have a talk with her next time we do a check up, because that was seriously not ok……. *hushes* It’s ok Honeysuckle…..everythin’ is alright now…...I can imagine the huge emotional dump your body took after worryin’ all that time……*hushes* C’mere Sweetheart….everything in alright……. *soft kisses* You know what? We’re gonna stay together till my ankle’s better. I am personally telling the rest of Overwatch that they can piss off until then. Take it up with Angela if they don’t like it. It’s the least she can do, considerin’ the emotional stress she’s put you under.... *scoffs* Naw, I’m pissed, and rightfully so. This whole thing was completely unnecessary, and we need to take time off cause of it…… *sighs* Sorry, Pumpkin….I just…I’m so mad that she just…..left you high and dry and I had no idea……I just….imagine myself in the same place as you and it…….*sighs* I’ll talk to Dr. Zeigler…..and she’ll sort it out…..and I’ll make sure this never happens again…… *kisses* I’m alright, Darlin’....I promise…...Just lay here and relax…..I’ve got you…..and nothin’ is gonna change that…...not as long as I can help it…… *kiss* Love you Sweetheart…...