The next day. . .

"Xiura, you heal quicker than I thought," Soldier: 76 said to me. I was sitting in one of Mercy's infirmary's beds.

I was glad that they took my clothes and cleaned it, but what I was not glad about what that the fact that they gave me these clothes.

I am currently wearing a white plain t-shirt, a very small gray jacket over the t-shirt, and blue pants. I still had my cap, so yay.

"Yeah. Gloves, remember?" I said, showing him the gloves I had taken off and put it beside the bed.

"How's Widowmaker?" I asked, curious, and (for some reason) worried to know what happened to her.

"She's fine. She's still recovering, but it'll take a while for her to wake up," Soldier: 76 replied.

"Thank goodness," I heaved a sigh of relief. "Say, why are you worried about her?" 76 asked.

"Although she's a bad person, people can change," I replied, giving a small smile.

76 went silent, before he said, "Widowmaker's your infirmary neighbour," before leaving.

I sat up, then got off of the bed, as I pushed the cloth to the side. I saw Widowmaker, sleeping somewhat peacefully.

I shook my head. She's not that important to me. She's a captive. . . I guess.

But I wonder. . . Why did I save her? And who was that guy in the fedora and suit?

And the most important question of all. Why did I not take his fedora off and look at what his face looks like?

I must've said it out loud, because I saw Widowmaker slowly fluttering her eyes and waking up.

"Well, thank goodness you're awake," I said to her, giving a small smile.

She narrowed her eyes at me, while I raised my hands in pure defeat.

"Hey hey. I'm not wearing my gloves, you don't have your rifle. We're even," I said, hoping that it would convince her.

Her eyes softened, and she attempted to stand up, but I stopped her.

"Your body is still trying to recover from your injuries. Stay put," I told her.

She stopped after a while. "Why are you helping me?" She asked, looking up at the ceiling.

"Because you were about to get killed by a man in a suit and fedora," I replied.

She flinched slightly, and then looked at me. "You don't remember? Ah well," I said.

Mercy then got into the room, holding a clipboard on her left, and several papers on the other.