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After hours of fiddling with explosives, Junkrat is in over his head. After a pretty bad fire, which he *somehow* managed to put out, he realized he'd gotten some pretty bad burns on his left arm. So he makes his trip to the medical clinic in Junkertown, somewhere he visits regularly.
He goes in the clinic, a few people already waiting to be seen, but well, Junkrat is *Junkrat*. He gives a wave with his prosthetic, his other arm wrapped in hasty bandaging and close to his chest.
"G'day!" He tells everyone, going right to the front desk to check in.
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