My Name is Connor

2

ALIVE.

Am I Alive?

My voice gives out after a few seconds and I cough, my voice sounding smaller and slightly weaker but at that moment, I do not question it or think very much of it. My eyes fill with tears again and suddenly I'm aware of myself bawling, sobbing out heavy cries as I try to figure out what happened to me.

It's so much...

Everything is so overwhelming.

It's all too much...

I cant handle it.

!^WARNING: STRESS LEVEL 54%^!

Panting, I reach down to my stomach, placing my hand on the spot where Derik shot me, but I find no signs of damage or blue blood. I'm completely fine. Almost. The stress I'm experiencing it dangerous for my processor, so I whimper and take a few long breaths, remembering that whenever I was overwhelmed with my sudden ability to feel things Hank would be there to make sure I was okay and not too stressed.

Deep breaths, Connor... deep breaths.

In... Out...

In... Out...

Just like Hank taught you.

Wait...

Hank...

Where was Hank?

"Hank?!" I yell suddenly, my words shaking and unsteady with each syllable, "Hank where are you?!". The slightest sensation of him holding me still remains somewhere in my programming, and the thought that I'd left him there, alone and crying over me sends a cold chill through my body, and it's not just due to the physical coldness of the room, "Hank, I need help!".

I remember the night I found him unconscious on the floor of his home, a bottle of whiskey and gun sprawled out beside him. I just hope and pray to ra9 that he won't ever go back to that state of mind. I really hope I hid that gun well enough, I think, finding this a stupid thought considering there are thousands of ways for him to end his life that don't require a gun.

I swallow the lump in my throat and wipe the tears that stain my face and sniffle.

"Dad?".

It's no use trying to call out to him considering that I have no clue where I am.

OBJECTIVE ADDED: FIND HANK

I'm in an empty room... it's small and lonely, making me feel scared and unsafe. The door is shut tight and I can tell from here it's locked, a quick scan on the room proving this fact. There are no windows here, making it impossible to know if its night or day outside. The walls are worn out the wallpaper peeling and tearing away, letting me know that no one has lived here for a good amount of years. I swallow hard and pull myself up from whatever I was laying on, the room refusing to come into view. My eyes seem to be covered in a thin filmy substance produced while I was crying, and I have to rub them to see clearly again. But the moment I'm upright, the room seems to spin and I flop back down with a light, metallic thud. I don't try to move anymore, my energy levels surprisingly low. This was something Hank described as dizziness, but I have no reason to feel dizzy... do I?

I run a quick scan just to be sure.

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-/-/-/ THIRIUM LEVELS ... STABLE