#28. under the weather, spiderbyte ? im desperate for content
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28. Under the Weather
Widowmaker rapped sharply on the door and folded her arms, waited for several seconds, frowned, then knocked again.
“Sombra–” she knocked on the door, “We’ll be late for the briefing. You know how Reaper gets.”
A moan came from the other side of the door. “Go on without me. I’ll just hack the cameras and watch it from here.”
“There are no cameras to hack,” muttered Widowmaker, touching her fingertips to her forehead in irritation.
“Psh. ’No Cameras,’ good one,” said Sombra. She laughed a little, but it sounded terrible, then the laugh was interrupted by a coughing fit.
“You’re not fooling anyone, you know that?” said Widowmaker, opening the door and stepping in.
The apartment was messier than usual, with balled up tissues on nearly every surface and the smell of eucalyptus and lemon in the air. Widowmaker glanced over at the couch to see several purplish screens projected above it. Then she heard a cough and a sneeze and the screens scrambled for a moment, the content on them abruptly changing with each cough. A weak “Mierda…” came from the other side of the couch. Widowmaker stepped around the couch to see Sombra huddled in a fuzzy robe with a blanket draped over her legs. She was clutching a tissue box, hair a mess, bags under her eyes, some dried snot under her nose, and a humidifier steaming right next to her. “Hey,” said Sombra, bringing up a screen.