DBH: An Unexpected Path (ConnorxReader)

An Unexpected Path

"(Y/n)!" shouts a gruff voice. "Get it together! Connor needs you!"

Your gaze quickly shifts to the man, startled out of your dwelling thoughts. "R- right! I need you to apply pressure to this wound." You point to the left of the android's abdomen. "I need to gather supplies."

"Got it!" Hank exclaims, overlaying both palms on the worst opening before using his own weight to press down.

After only a brief moment you come racing back, hands full of various medical tools and thirium. As you chaotically place everything upon the table next to the android, your trailing sight leads you to Connor's face. His eyes are half closed, lips parted ever so slightly, and you can only imagine sweat and a flushed face to top off the amount of 'pain' his body is enduring.

"Connor," you speak in a hushed yell.

His head wobbles into a turn, chocolate eyes locking onto your face.

"Is there a countdown? How long!?"

There's no answer as he stares at you quietly, dazed and out of it.

"I've been applying pressure since I got to him, and he did the same on our way here!" Hank announces, hands now covered with android blood. "You were the closest, and I only trust you to take care of him..." Eyes of blue-gray connect to yours. "Please... Save him. I can't lose another son," he states solemnly, gently shaking his head and gray hair swaying back and forth.

"I don't plan on failing..."

You look back at Connor whose gaze is now blankly locked onto the ceiling. After a deep inhale and exhale you begin the surgery. First thing's first is to tend to the larger wound and close whatever tubing that's making him bleed out.

One hand presses on his stomach, shifting the plate downward and up. Now his insides are exposed, thirium slowly filing up his chamber like a pool. You grab a few rags, stuffing them inside as you maneuver items around for a better look.

"Where's the leak? I can't see," you think, quickly turning on your head light.

The knuckles of your right hand bumps something inside, and Connor's whole body begins jerking as if he's having a seizure. His lids begin flickering then his eyes roll back.

[- 00:1:45

TIME REMAINING BEFORE

SHUTDOWN]

"Fuck! What's happening!?" Hank questions upon rushing forward to hold his friend down by the chest.

"I think there was some type of debris that was plugging the leak! He's bleeding out worst than before!" you shout, hands working quick. "I must have bumped it out of place!"

With practically no sight you'll have to rely on your sense of touch. You grab two nearby hemostats, placing them inside, feeling around with your fingertips, and clamping the tubing shut. Connor's movements begin to slow into a convulsive stage then into one of stillness. His eyes are closed, and there's no LED on his temple to be able to tell what his current state is.

Hank stands there with shock, rigid and scared. His hand covers his mouth, fingers subconsciously combing his beard as he stares at his best friend, his partner, his son.

You fearfully and cautiously step forward. A breath hitches in your throat, but then you slowly lower your ear down to his chest. Prayers begin to play through your head, a desperate time leading to religion, "please... please, don't be dead. I'll do whatever it takes. Just don't leave me!"