Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep…

The sound echoed through the room, leaving a deafening silence in the long, cavernous gaps between heartbeats. The rhythmic sound drove Angela mad as she set and sort her various tools to prepare for the procedure that was to follow. She was very much aware of what she was about to do, or rather, who she was going to do it to. The person she had resolved to kill only hours earlier.

Angela rushed through the pristine white hallways of the watchpoint's medical wing. She slipped a hand into her coat, withdrawing it when she was satisfied that her pistol was still there. Her anger fuelled her to walk faster. She had to find McCree, who was in charge of hunting the Widowmaker.

"You're lucky she's even breathing at all!"

Angela froze. That was his voice. She hurried around the corner to find the man she was looking for, arguing with a gorilla who was rushing a stretcher into the medical wing.

She was confused. Did someone get hurt? She walked over to the two. She stopped in shock when she realised who was on the stretcher. Her shock turned into that feeling of hatred again as the stretcher rolled closer.

"Mercy we need your help!"

Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep…

She looked behind her. There she lied, eyes closed, held in place by leather straps and various machines and tubes hooked up to her. Her skin a cool shade of blue, caused by her slow heartbeat.

Angela sighed. She looked almost peaceful, sleeping there under the effect of the sedative she had given her. Save for the blue skin, the image reminded her of her dear friend. It almost made her forget what sinister creature lied before her.

"She's stable, Winston. But I still don't understand why you would have her brought here."

"Angela I-."

"You know how much of a danger she is to us!" She sharply interrupted.

"Angela…"

"You know how much damage she's done! How much more she could cause if she wakes up! She coul-."

"Angela!"

Angela stopped and scowled at him before looking away.

The ape sighed and adjusted his glasses. "I'm aware that you may be upset over… recent events." He placed a hand on her shoulder. "But please. She needs our help."

Angela remained silent. She wouldn't hear any of it.

"We've lost too many friends. Please try to save the ones we still have a chance of saving."

"Winston, she killed our friends. Our 'friend' is gone. All that's left is this creature."

He sighed. "Lena believed tha-."

"Don't you DARE drag her into this." Angela snapped. "She's gone. And that monster did it." She growled, her voice breaking as tears started to flow down her cheeks.

"You believed it too."

She sobbed. "And I was stupid to have believed it." She looked up at him. "Even if I could get the implants out and undo the modifications. IF." She emphasised. "I can't change who she is now, Winston. She's gone. I could take her apart and stitch her back together again but I can't take away what's in her brain."

"Just try. For me. For Lena."

Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep…

Angela sniffled. She pinched the bridge of her nose before brushing her hand over her cheeks to brush the tears away. She closed her eyes. She did believe. Believe that somehow maybe Amélie could be saved. But the more the woman killed, the more she took away from her, the more Angela despised her. And now she was at a loss. She was completely torn.

"You shouldn't have saved me."

Angela turned around in shock at the sudden voice. She found Widowmaker staring back at her, still strapped to the table. She immediately reached for her pistol and aimed it at the assassin.

"You are afraid of me. You hate me." She added, her voice weak.

Angela was trembling with fear. She was in a room, alone, with an assassin. Sure, she was cleared of weapons and was strapped down, but there's no telling what she's capable of.

"So why? Just put me out of my misery."

Angela's eyes went wide. She reached for a syringe and rushed to the IV, gun still aimed at Widowmaker.

"Please…" Her voice actually showed a hint of sadness.

Angela injected the sedative through the IV.

"Please…" She begged once more before she relaxed and her eyes closed seconds later.

Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep…

Angela turned around. She didn't know what to believe anymore. She hated herself for even wanting to kill another human being. Hated herself for going against all she believed in. Hated herself for considering not helping a person in need. But this isn't just a person. This thing had killed so many of her friends, and so many innocent people besides. She's not worth saving.

She sighed. There she goes again. She can't stand this inner conflict anymore. As Mercy, as Dr Ziegler, she wanted to help everyone in need, no matter who it is. But as Angela she wanted to slit that thing's throat for everything she'd taken away from her.

She sobbed. She could barely think anymore. She wrapped her fingers around one of the objects on the table, feeling the cold metal through her surgical gloves. She walked to the operating table, letting her tears flow as she stood over the unconscious body. She lifted her hand. It felt heavy, as if her very own body was resisting what she was about to do. She closed her eyes and steeled herself.

I'm so sorry…

Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep…

A/N: Thanks for reading! Sorry but I just can't resist putting in this little bit. A bonus ending if you will.

Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep... Bang...

She opened her eyes and stared at the now lifeless body. A static note filled the room, signifying the lack of heartbeat. She sighed and cleared her throat.

"Heroes never die!"

Bright light shone as the assassin, previously lifeless, gasped for air. She looked around in panic before looking at Angela in disbelief, she opened her mouth to speak.

Bang.

The same note filled the room. Angela looked at her work. She cleared her throat.