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Learn to Love PT.I

"I could never choose to love another." "Maybe one day I can learn to love you, too."

I held her hand tightly in mine as the monitors were going off, keeping track of her heart rate and everything. I kept a close eye on them, even though I never understood that kind of stuff. It was all foreign to me, a language I will never understand, but with the help of others, I learned. I learned what was normal and what wasn't whenever the monitor dipped or spiked. I couldn't thank everyone enough for keeping her safe and alive, but it was all a matter of if she would recover from the injury. A head injury she sustained would have been deadly if she wasn't wearing protection. Even with the protection, a concussion remained as well as a coma.

"I know you're in there, Y/N," I whispered. "I know you're fightin' to come back to me. Please, come back," tears slid down my face as I pressed kisses to her knuckles.

I'd occasionally rub the palm of her hand against my cheek, trying to find some sort of warmth from her. Some sort of sign that she was fighting in there. Fighting to come back to not only me, but the others here who needed her. People here in Overwatch needed her, the people she saved needed her. Everyone needed her. But let's be honest, I needed her.

"Hey," a soft voice spoke to me as I slowly blinked open my eyes, finding Kiriko standing beside me.

"Kiriko?" I grumbled.

"It's late, well, early."

"How early is early?" I asked.

"5 in the morning. You should head back to the bunk to get some rest. I'll watch over her."

"Come get me if anythin' happens, yeah?"

"Will do. Don't worry, I think Angela has a pager around here somewhere."

"She does. I have it. I don't know where she keeps 'ers."

"Found it," Kiriko grabbed the little device. "I'll ring if something comes up."

"Thank you, Kiriko."

I got up, hugged her, and headed back to my bunk. It was odd not being able to sleep beside Y/N anymore. I missed having her around, her warmth, her laughter, just everything she was. I missed it all and I desperately wanted it back. I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep, even though I struggled here and there at times.

The days turned into weeks and her condition wasn't getting any better, but it also wasn't getting any worse. Angela described it to me as if she was out at sea, lost in the calm waters that welcomed her. She couldn't move in one direction in fear she would drown or not make it to shore. Angela said she could hear things, as she was becoming slightly responsive. Either it be her finger twitching or her breathing pattern changed slightly. There is hope for her.

I found myself to be beside her more often, holding her hand, talking to her about anything and everything. Angela was right, there would be shifts in her breathing pattern, but it wasn't noticeable unless you were paying really close attention. And one night, one rainy night, her eyes fluttered open.

"Y/N?"

She slowly sat up, rubbing her head.

"Oh my gosh! Y-You're awake!" I reached over and grabbed the pager, since I knew Angela had hers on her.

I stood up and pulled her into a tight hug, but it wasn't tight enough to where it would crush her.

"I-I missed ya so much!" I said. "I-I didn't think ya'd ever wake up. I had faith in ya, of course. You're a fighter to the end," I pulled away and found an interesting look in her eyes.

"Y/N? W-What's wrong, darlin'?"

"Who are you?"

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. I swallowed the lump in my throat that was trying to push out.

"O-Odessa," I said.

"Hi, Odessa," she said. "I-I think ya might have the wrong person."

"What do you remember?"

"Not much, other than my childhood with my parents. It's a bit foggy, but everythin' might come back into place."

"I-I hope so. For your family's sake."

The doors opened up and Kiriko and Angela walked in. Once I knew she was alright, I turned on my heels and rushed out of the room, mumbling an excuse. I burst into the bunk and grabbed at my chest, breathing heavily as the tears slid down my face. She doesn't remember me, our relationship. The doors opened up and Kiriko stepped up behind me, placing a hand on my arm.

"Queen?"

"I-I'm fine," I took in a deep breath, trying to wipe the tears from my eyes.

"It'll take her some time, but there is a chance for her to fully regain her memories. Don't lose hope."

"I-I'm tryin', Kiriko. I-I don't think I can now. If she doesn't recover, it'll be five years down the drain."

"If that does happen, you should move on."

"I could never love another."

"Maybe it's time to learn to love again."

After she was released from the medical ward, she returned to our bunk and was gathering her things. She made small talk to me. I tried to distance myself from her because I can't stand knowing the fact that she doesn't remember anything at all about our relationship. She was chatty with the other agents and I picked up on some flirtatious nature towards Brigitte. I was hanging around them when she came over and that was when I had enough.

It had been three weeks since she woke up and there hasn't been any progress on her regaining her memory. Not even a little bit. I know I should give it time, but maybe I should take Kiriko's advice. Maybe it was time to move on. I got up from the conversation everyone was having and walked out of the cafeteria.

"What's wrong with Odessa?" Y/N asked.

"She's just a bit stressed," Kiriko said.

"About what?"

"More like who."

"Who then?"

"You."

"Me? Why?"

"She was there beside you when you were in a coma."

"Her voice does sound familiar. Was I friends with 'er?"

"The best of friends," Angela said. "She never left your side and she'd tell you about anything and everything."

"Some say you had a relationship," Kiriko said.

"Her and I?"

"Yes," Kiriko replied.

"Oh," her voice trailed off.