Bleeding Red: I Am Human

Bleeding - June 19, 2039

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Warning: HEARTBREAKS coming. For all of you that loved the previous chapter, you might not like this. I'm gonna attack you guys now with even more extreme OOCness this chap.
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"... We'll do everything we can."

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DATE
JUNE 19, 2039
TIME
AM 01:14:07

Not even once did Hank leave Connor's side. He watched as they did everything they could to save him. By some miracle, they found adaptable parts for Connor - some scrap and were salvaged from plants but it's fine. (It's fine! It's fine! As long as it saves Connor.)

He watched as they dug out the broken glass pieces, the punctured metal, and the intricate wirings of his system. He watched the damned blue-stained bullet be placed in the table beside him. He watched as they gave him a "new" heart - he watched as they revived him. He watched as Connor slowly woke up with his systems reboot. He watched it all, and most importantly-

"Lieu-" Connor didn't finish his sentence. His mouth was full of hair. He was enveloped in a bone-crushing (scratch that - and exoskeleton-deforming) hug.

- he watched his son come back to life.

"-tenant..."

Hank distanced himself from Connor. He still grabbed him by the arms though.

"I know you're a deviant but dammit Connor! Stop doing that!" His voice has hoarse, his cheeks were shimmering, and his eyes were red. His nose was runny too.

Connor tilted his head. "Are you sick Lieutenant? Your face is red." Voice-laced with pure innocence and worry. Boy, he had a long way to go, but it's alright.

Hank chuckled as he wiped his face with his shirt (isn't that unsanitary?). "Don't ever change, Connor. Don't ever change."

"Ok." He spoke cheerfully - just like a child. And that's what mattered. Hank wanted to crush him like a tin can with his hugs again. But no, this was his child, no matter what he's made of.

DATE
JUNE 19, 2039
TIME
AM 10:46:32

Hank didn't get much sleep that night. He stayed awake almost all night to make sure Connor was in proper working order (I'm alright Lieutenant, you should get your arm checked.).

(He didn't.)

He didn't want to risk missing a tiny leak, a corruption in the system or a problem with the thirium pump - he knew next to nothing about technology, who knows what could happen?

"I don't see the plastic prick around here today. He dead or what?"

Hank glared from where he was reclining. He was leaning back on his chair with an arm draped over his eyes. His computer screen was turned off - he didn't feel like working today. So much was going on. He mumbled for his sanity.

"...ck off, Gavin."

"Not talking to me huh? No comebacks? Oooh! You want to be all 'polite' like your little buddy?" He folded his arms, and that smile, oh, that smile - Hank wanted to rip it off his face. Scratch that, he wanted to maul the guy.

"I don't want to deal with you today."

With that comment, Hank was almost sure that Gavin would continue to bug him. And he did. He heard that irritating voice continue rambling.

Hank slumped over his chair, waiting for the sleep that wasn't going to come. All he could think about is Connor. Gavin must have left him alone because when he came to his senses his arrogant mug is nowhere to be found. Either that or he just vaporised into thin air on him.