[Something Jack rarely talked about in Overwatch—and certainly doesn’t talk about now—is that back in the Crisis days, he’d been the de-facto medic of their little team. He and Ana both had the training, but she’d often needed to be posted somewhere, keeping watch, leaving most of the patching-up to Jack. His hands are worn and calloused now, but his touch is surprisingly gentle, and he pulls away briefly as soon as he feels any wincing or tensing of muscles. Jack tries to ease the disinfectant on, knowing that Winston’s tolerance is high but not wanting to cause him undue pain.]

Gonna have to suture this one.

[A challenge, given Winston’s thick fur, but Jack can already tell that it’ll heal better and cleaner if he puts a few stitches in it. He gives Winston a break so he can start to prep the suture kit, and it’s only after he’s made the assessment that he goes back to talking business.]

Talon got in once. I don’t know if they’re dumb enough to try it again, but it can’t hurt. You have contacts?