Criminal Analysis {Connor x Reader}

Chapter 9

As Connor drove, he scanned you out of the corner of his eye, presumably making sure you were still alive. You pressed your head against the window, the cool glass doing very little to dull the throbbing in your head.

"Are you alright, Doctor?" Connor's velvety voice tore through the silence.

His question bounced ricocheted through your skull like a pinball and you winced, pressing your eyes tightly together, "Yeah, just my head."

"It's my fault you got hurt," Connor's LED blazed a brilliant yellow as he gripped the steering wheel.

You frowned and slowly turned your head to face him, the muscles in your neck screaming in protest. "You were just doing your job, besides," you paused, your breathing shaky, "you saved me."

Connor pulled into the parking lot of your apartment building, his movement methodical as he pulled the keys out of the ignition and exited the car. You slowly unbuckled your seatbelt, mentally preparing yourself for the trek to your apartment.

The passenger side door jerked open, causing you to jump, immediately regretting it as the pain in your head increased tenfold. "Jesus, Connor, gimme a second," you groaned, doubling over and cradling your head in your hands.

"Symptoms of a concussion include dizziness and confusion. I'm here to help you, Doctor," he said, holding out his hand for you to take. You scoffed before taking it, clambering out of the car, your legs wobbling as you stood. Connor's grip held firm as you keeled forward, your forehead crashing into his bare chest. You silently willed yourself not to vomit on his shoes.

"Fuck, sorry," you muttered before straightening and taking a step back.

Connor wrapped an arm around your waist, supporting most of your weight. "It's alright, Doctor, lean on me as much as you need," he said as he led you through the lobby. You're sure the two of you looked like something out of a bad joke— Connor was practically dragging you to the elevator, and you had your eyes screwed shut. Why did you have to live somewhere with such bright lights?

"I can walk on my own," you pulled away from Connor as he closed your front door behind him once you finally arrived at your apartment. You stumbled into your bathroom, flicking on the lights and recoiling almost immediately.

You were finally able to get a good look at yourself since the incident— dried streaks of blood fell from your nose, slightly smeared from where you wiped it away. You knew the blue blood was splattered along the side of your face, even if you could no longer see it. Angry hand-shaped bruises were beginning to form from where the android had grabbed you. You frowned at your appearance; you got blood on your favorite sweater.

A sigh escaped your mouth as you grabbed a washcloth, letting the warm water pass through it before bringing it to your nose. You winced, tears springing to your ears as you attempted to clear some of the blood away.

Connor appeared in the doorway, "Would you like some help, Doctor?"

You rolled your eyes, continuing to dab at the dried blood, both yours and the JB300's, each agonizing stroke bringing a hiss from your lips. Connor gently grabbed the cloth from you, "Let me," he said, nudging you to take a seat.

You reluctantly sat on the toilet, looking up at Connor as he tenderly dabbed at your face with the washcloth. You scanned Connor's features as he worked, his eyebrows were furrowed slightly, and his lips were parted as he focused. He was so pretty.

"Did I hurt you?" He questioned, pulling his hand away.

"What?" his words pulled you out of your trance, and you wished he would touch you again.