DBH: An Unexpected Path (ConnorxReader)

An Unexpected Path

Both of you remain silent, hoping, begging that you'll be able to hear something... Anything. With almost 30 seconds having passed, all starts to seem grim, but then you hear a faint beating before his inner fans spark on.

A smile shines through, you exhale that breath that you unknowingly were holding, and your solemn eyes shimmer with happy tears. "He's okay... he's alive. I think I managed to stop the countdown in time."

Hank sighs with relief, hands resting on his hips as his head rolls back. "Thank God."

The bicep of your shirt becomes a tissue, wiping away those subtle tears so that you may see again. "You can go and get your rest now, I'll finish him up."

He shakes his head. "No way. I'm not going to head home and just leave him here. I wanna be around when he wakes up. Gotta make sure he's okay..."

"He'll be fine, and you can stay at my place," you announce, index finger pointing at the ceiling. "Trust me... I'll let you know if anything changes. I promise."

A subtle sigh escapes before he begins rubbing the back of his neck, thirium gently staining his hair and skin. "I suppose I can do that. I am pretty tired..."

"Make yourself at home. Food, shower, anything. Get your rest," you nod.

"Thanks."

After the older man treks upstairs, you turn towards your secret crush. Relief washes over you now that you know that you've stopped his immanent death, but you're not quite finished yet. He has a few smaller wounds in his chest, and you need to make sure that no components are in need of replacing. And you can't forget about that cut tube, you'll need to fix that.

You trek over to a nearby table, eyes gliding across all of the little drawers as you try to remember which ones hold what. A few moments pass, but you finally reach towards the needed compartment. Inside holds a variety of clear, rubber looking rings of different sizes. Unsure of which one you need, you grab three that you mentally think will fit.

The second one that you try is a perfect match. You unlatch the ring on one side, opening it up to snap it around the makeshift vein. A new clamp is added on the opposite side of the ring before you pull the first clamp off. Now both ends of the tube have a good two inches exposed.

Once all is set up, you slowly maneuver one section of tube to the other. The ring suddenly expands, growing out and over the second half like it knows that these two pieces belong together. It subtly waves with blue shaded triangles, appearance giving the imagery of a hologram of some sort, before that vibrant thirium begins to flow through.

You sigh with anxious relief, briefly swiping your forehead with the back of your forearm. "That's the worst of it... At least he's stable now."

For another 20 minutes you examine and repair anything you find upon his torso. After all, the limbs are the lowest of priorities. They can be easily mended, replaced, or even removed without doing much harm. Surprisingly, no bio-components are too damaged. The only stuff you really find are some wires that are frayed, jogged lose, or need replacing. That and one or two small holes in another vein of his, but that is easily fixed.

His stomach compartment is now closed, his shirt has been fully removed so that you won't miss any hidden surprises, his left arm has been replaced from the elbow down, and his legs only had minor injuries that healed themselves. Brown hair is ruffed up, dirty and stained with splatters of his own blood. Skin is normal and has grown back over the wounds that are no more, but you realize that you still have some small things to attend to. Besides cleaning him up, there seems to be tiny pieces of shrapnel, anywhere from a few centimeters to at most an inch, embedded in his skin covered chassis.