Sick Day

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Despite his best efforts to concentrate on his work Connor was hunched over his desk with his soulful brown eyes staring at his terminal screen, though they remained unfocused and glassy as he tried and failed to read through the files presented to him. Feeling unusually tired, uncomfortably warm and wincing at a persistent dull ache in his artificial stomach Connor found himself far too distracted to function and handle his assignments properly. Performing a discreet self diagnostic from where he sat Connor closed his glazed over brown eyes and patiently waited for the program to finish its run, but the results came back frustratingly inconclusive.

With his L.E.D. slowly cycling yellow in color rather than its healthier blue Connor knew it was only a matter of time before Hank, or anyone else for that matter, noticed that he wasn't quite himself that afternoon. Doing his best to remain nonchalant Connor stood up from his seat and immediately braced himself upright against his desk with his left hand as he suddenly and unexpectedly felt very dizzy, and swayed awkwardly on his feet.

Hank, sitting at his own desk at the opposite side of Connor's desk, watched with a furrowed brow of curiosity as the deviant discreetly regained his balance and stared down at his own legs as if trying to understand why he was suddenly graceless in his motions. When Connor didn't say anything or try to offer an immediate explanation from his behavior Hank took the initiative himself.

"Something wrong?" Hank asked casually and in a low tone of voice as to not draw unwanted attention from the rest of the bullpen. "You seem a little off."

"I am... unsure." Connor straightened his posture to the best of his ability and put his right hand to the side of his head as if in pain. A weak cough erupted from his lips as he cleared his throat and took a deep breath to keep his ventilation biocomponents functioning properly. The odd reaction caught Connor off guard and his face blushed a pale blue to acknowledge his needless embarrassment "...That was unexpected, I apologize."

"Did you seriously just cough?" Now knowing that something was going on with his deviant partner Hank crossed his arms and leaned against his desk as if needing to get a closer look at Connor's face. "It may just be my lack of android knowledge showing, but that seems pretty weird for an android to do. Even a deviated android."

"Coughing for androids can be-" Another cough stole his voice and made him inwardly flinch a little in response. The coughing was against his will, made his ventilation biocomponents seize and his artificial stomach churn a little. "...I'm not doing that on purpose."

"Now I know something's up. Did you run your self check program thingy?"

"Yes, however my self diagnostic program was inconclusive. I believe I should see the precinct technician and have a second scan performed." Despite his own stubborn nature Connor couldn't deny that something was wrong with his overall functionality. "My systems are currently operating at unusual levels."

"Want me to go up there with you? You sound pretty rough."

"No." Connor stated somewhat confidently as he turned to walk away from his desk and to the elevator down the corridor across the bullpen. He subtly moved his right hand from the side of his head and over his artificial stomach as he walked. "I will manage alone just fine, thank you for you concern."

"All right." Leaning back in his chair again Hank just watched as Connor sluggishly crossed the floor and managed to reach the corridor without tripping along the way. "Whatever you say, kid."

Using his left hand along the wall to guide himself as he walked Connor made his way slowly, clumsily but successfully to the elevator and pressed the call button on the electronic panel with his left thumb. It didn't take long for the dual metal doors to slide open and for the deviant to step inside as the lone occupant of the lift. As soon as he was out of sight of his fellow officers, especially Hank, the unstable deviant leaned his back against the left corner of the elevator car and slipped to the floor to sit down as dizziness overwhelmed him, and the ache in his artificial stomach increased to a new level of discomfort he couldn't describe.

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