Accident Prone - Becoming Human

Getting Help

Three weeks into Connor's resignation from the precinct the deviant found himself needing to preoccupy his time through random tasks throughout the house in order to keep himself from thinking too much about Skye or even Lucas. The painful loss drudged up equally painful memories and the complexity of human emotions was still something the deviant needed more experience with in order to fully comprehend with what he was feeling. After cleaning up the livingroom for the fourth time in two days he caught sight of Hank walking down the hallway with a pale, sweaty face and a hand pressed to his lower back, and Connor decided he needed to check on the senior detective to make sure he wasn't ill.

"Hank?" Connor's brow furrowed with intrigue as he approached the senior detective slowly. Running a biometric scan over Hank's body Connor found his vital signs less than ideal as Hank was running a fever and the increase in his blood pressure and heart rate was indicative of pain. "You've become ill because of your prolonged exposure to the cold while on out patrol."

"It's just a little cold. I'll be fine." Hank tried to dismiss the worry as he put his right hand on the doorknob to the bathroom and stepped inside the private room for a moment. "If I feel too shitty to work I'll clock-out early today."

"You shouldn't be going to work at all if you're ill."

"I'm fine, kid."

Closing the door Hank went about his business and stepped into a nice hot shower to wake up and ease his discomfort.

"...I hope so."

Connor retreated back down the hallway to prepare Hank a proper breakfast to keep his strength up.

"Being ill is very unpleasant."

As the coffee brewed in the coffee maker Connor set about making a vegetarian omelette with two strips of bacon, all the while Sumo watched from under the kitchen table with a faint trail of drool on his fuzzy maw. It didn't take the deviant long to finish preparing the meal and setting it out while Hank showered off and prepared to get ready for his shift. In that time Connor also cybernetically downloaded numerous possible causes for Hank's illness and subsequent possible remedies for his ailment.

"Did you make bacon?" Hank asked as he entered the kitchen already dressed, his heavy coat wrapped around himself and his gray locks of hair still damp from the shower. "I may have a little cold but I swear I can smell bacon."

"Yes. Due to your current illness you will require the additional calories to keep up your energy."

"Jeez, how come you didn't do this all the other times I got sick?"

"You weren't also experiencing extreme cold on a regular basis due to harsh weather."

"Oh, so that's the catch." Staring at the set table Hank eyed the plate somewhat warily before walking over to the refrigerator to pull out the carton of orange juice in favor of coffee at the moment. "Thanks, I guess."

"Are you not hungry?"

"Not really. Don't worry, I'll eat something before I go."

"Perhaps you should stay home." The lack of appetite made Connor all the more worried for Hank's health. "I won't be there to monitor you or drive you home if your health deteriorates throughout the day."

"It's fine." Pouring the juice into a small glass Hank sipped it slowly and tried to read the deviant's concerned face more accurately. The wary deviant was staring rather intently at him and it made Hank a little nervous. "...What?"

"You're sweating."

"It happens."

"I don't like this."