Angela thought to herself for a moment, thinking on what would happen if she were taken away from the soldiers for longer than need be. She was the reason many still lived, and if the wounded didn't have her, then... well, they would be more than just wounded. Normal medics couldn't do what she could. Often times, extremely traumatic injuries like loss of more than one limb, head trauma, or sever internal injuries were too much to handle even for the most well trained.

She grit her teeth, not only in pain but in frustration. She was exhausted. There was no doubt that if she tried to use her suit, something would go wrong. She'd never tried before, never actually tested the limits of her own capabilities. She tried to always stay within reason, and never push things further than what she could physically handle.

But she didn't want to be a burden on the other doctors and medics. Doctors shouldn't have to treat other doctors.

"Fareeha... I... I'm going to try to treat myself in my current state. I've never tried doing so when I'm this tired, but I don't want to be a burden. I don't want others to waste supplies on me. So... bear with me. And please don't let go of my hand." She took a breath to steady herself, closing her eyes to focus. The hand gripping her abdomen was her tool, her scalpel, her gauze, her syringe and stitches. She flattened her fingers over her injuries and where the pain was the worst, beginning to heal herself very slowly. The pain worsened at first and she gripped Fareeha's hand very tightly, but it began to ebb away slowly, like ice melting.

Her face contorted in pain for a few moments before she was able to relax, her grip on Fareeha's hand loosening. She felt dizzy, but not in so much pain as she had been. She hadn't fixed everything, but it was enough not to cripple her.

However, her exhaustion now reached a point where she could hardly move. She opened her eyes slowly, letting go of Fareeha's hand to clasp her own head, as if holding it would somehow bring relief. "Okay... I can't do any more... I can breathe again but... I feel faint. But at least no one will have to waste anything on me... now I can just sleep... and heal on my own."

She moved to stand up, but immediately it felt like the room was spinning. She sat back down quickly, shaking her head.

"No use... I'll just fall if I stand up." She inhaled deeply. "God, even when I saved Genji from death and rebuilt him from scratch I didn't feel this way... I wish that I had the strength to heal you right now as well, Fareeha. I know you want to be with your soldiers."