interlinked (connorxreader)

6. White Lie?

I have risen once more.

Please ignore how blunt this chapter is, and any grammar or spelling mistakes you may find

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Friday, Nov 7

13:57

"I understand you're under a lot of stress, Mr. Williams, you went through a traumatic event. However, your testimony is vital in aiding us in our search for your attacker."

You're beyond tired. You just got to "work" and your patience has already run thin with the troubled man before you. You were on your way to the station when Chris called to divert you to the hospital by North Corktown to question a victim regarding a new deviancy case.

Upon arriving, you could hear yelling in the hallway coming from the matching room number of that of your person of interest, much to your dismay. A quick rap on the door before inviting yourself in, you witnessed Connor's relentless badgering of the battered and beaten Todd Williams, a victim of a recent deviant attack, and Hank's boisterously arguing with him to dial it back.

Like any other human, Todd Williams was bitter and spiteful towards androids, abusive in their treatment towards the humanoids and only fueled by their addiction to red ice. You ran a quick eye over his medical sheet hung at the end of his bed, and Chris gave you some insight on his condition while en route. GSW to the abdomen, Glock 43X, semi-automatic, 9mm, admitted under semi–critical condition. His eyes are hollowed and bloodshot, hair greasy and unkempt, throat hoarse and rough. As you pried Connor off the man's bedside, Todd's sporadic twitches in his fingers and facial features did not go unnoticed by you. Even though he was technically the victim in this case, Todd was still red-flagged in the DPD system as a link in the rampant drug crisis infecting the city. As the cherub nurse that greeted you at the front desk guided you through the halls she'd warned you that Todd's hormonal levels were a mess and therefore amplified his emotional reactivity, a symptom of withdrawal. That and his vitals which were whacked all over the place, just as finicky as his digital reflexes.

"Testimony? What more testimony do you need, your buddy here's got it all!" He weakly tosses his arms towards Connor. "Might as well take my goddamn brain while you're at it," he grumbles.

You fight the urge to pinch your nose between your fingers and let out a sigh weighed down by the stress of man. You pity him — truly, you do. But somehow, someway, this bitter old addict still finds a way to snap at you with such disdain after so narrowly escaping death. With someone of this attitude, you'd rather have a picnic with Reed. Tightening your lips in crossness, you lean forward and allow your face to sour in reflection to your current mood, your glare beating down on the ragged man in your way. "Mr. Williams, we need to better understand the situation beyond what physically occurred. I know it must be difficult to comprehend right now, but regardless of her function we are dealing with mankind's most complex machinery and we must treat her as such." You gesture towards his rotten form. "She is lethal, you're living proof of that." You ignore his look of disbelief at your shallow barb. "She could very well try and come back to finish the job." Unlikely, but you need to intimidate him somehow. "Was the android under any stress as of late?"

With a huff, the battered man in the bed across you turns away from your unnerving gaze. He quickly glances out the window of his hospital room, rain splatting against the window separating the white, sickly room from the grey of the world beyond.

"She got... hit by a car not that long ago. It was in the repair shop for a good week or two before I brought it back home." He mutters. Bingo.

"How long was this before the attack?"