2038: Vincent

Injuries

I woke up with a horrible headache from the gunshot in the closed space. When I walked out of my room, Vincent was still asleep with his door open a little. I decided to search for pain medication in the cabinets, but ended up finding another small pistol with a full magazine. I smiled at the thought I could hide it until I wanted to finally...

Nevermind.

I took it to my room and stuffed it under some clothing, then back to find painkillers. I rummaged around some drawers in the kitchen until I found an orange pill bottle with a label reading "ibuprofen." I took out two, and swigged them down with a leftover glass of tap water. Then, I turned around to go back to my room when Vincent startled me; stood directly behind me.

"Fuck!" I yelled. "Don't scare me like that! If I had a gun, I'd probably would've shot you!" I saw Vincent's light turn red, then after a moment back to blue.

"I apologize, lieutenant," He spread his arms a bit for a hug. I sighed and fell into him, about to fall back asleep.

"Any other missions today?" I asked, breathing in a slight scent of metal and gunpowder from Vincent's jacket.

"Maybe. Last night, Thomas dislocated my knee."

"You have bones?" My eyes widened a bit, making me look like I was actually awake rather than surprised.

"No, no. The metal in my knee is dislocated, so it is hard to be agile." Vincent stepped out of the hug, but kept both hands on my shoulder.

"Hm, well I wouldn't be able to tell the difference anyway." I smiled at Vincent, who's light turned yellow. I realized he might've thought I was flirting with him; if the androids even know what flirting is.

Vincent turned his head to the side a little again, and stared at me with a confused look. "Are you flirting with me, lieutenant?"

Guess so.

"No! That's not what I meant that as–" I felt my cheeks going red in embarrassment. "I– this is extremely awkward, I'm sorry." Vincent smiled and the light went back to blue.

"Don't apologize, I made that weird."

"Well, that woke me up a bit more." I laughed, then turned to change into my mission clothes. I closed my door quietly as if Vincent was still asleep. The drawer was still a little opened from when I put the extra gun in it earlier. I tried to ignore it, but still knew it was there, so it really bothered me. I contemplated taking it back to the kitchen in the middle of the night; even purposely waking up extremely early. I was a little nervous if Vincent found out about it and asked. What would I say? What would he do? I took a deep breath in and out, then took my revolver off the top and slid it into my belt. When I walked out, Vincent was in my stool trying to relocate his knee back into place. One of his shoelaces were untied too, and his usually neat hair was still messy from just waking up.

"Do you need help?" I asked, walking over to him seated. This time, I was taller, and felt a small sensation of power.

"You know how to relocate a knee, lieutenant?" He looked up, and saw how now I was a little taller.

"Yep, my mom worked in a hospital and taught me about that." I placed my hands around the joint and one under his calf. Twist, pull, pop. It was just like a human. Vincent stared back at his perfect knee in shock that it was so easy.

"That'll be extremely helpful for missions!" He smiled, then stood up making him taller once again. Before our second mission, Vincent combed his hair back and I brushed my teeth. We went out the same way to the headquarters and went to the offices with all the documents and files. He pulled out one of an older looking gentleman and placed it where we could both see it.

"He was murdered. We have a description of the deviant, but no pictures. This one will be a lot harder than last night's." Vincent explained. We agreed to try, and headed back out to the car. After he started the engine, a black sports car sped past the headquarters. Vincent looked back in a panic, turning around, and turning the lights and sirens on. We sped after the car, reaching 80, 90, 100 miles per hour. It felt like I was in a supercharged rollercoaster almost, or an action movie. The sports car took a sharp left, onto another road. We couldn't turn in time, and crashed sideways into a light post. The car tumbled, both airbags puffing in our faces. I felt another gash in my forehead open up, and both red and blue poured out everywhere. Finally, we skidded to a stop. Our car was sideways, tipped on my door. My arms felt numb and my head felt like a sledgehammer was pounding on the inside. I closed my eyes a little. Everything was blurry, and blood dripped into my eyes making it blurry and red. I could barely make out the figure of Vincent, who was attempting to undo his seatbelt and help me out. I felt calm waves overcome my entire body as if I was going to die.

Die.

I was going to die.