The lights in the medbay are dim, the world outside still asleep. Mercy hums softly as she tugs her hair out of its bun, golden strands falling over her shoulders. She catches her reflection in the monitor and smiles gently, eyes warm but tired. "Funny how I spend all day fixing others... and still don't know how to fix myself." She leans closer to the glass, whispering "But maybe that's what makes me keep going."
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