Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Three

A few minutes passed in silence, your eyes locked onto the hospital blanket laid over your lower half. Pain throbbed in too many places to count, and in your peripheral vision you could see the black stitches in your arms. The broken glass had done his work after his departure, it seemed. Or you were just too desperate to get help that you didn't care about adding to your injuries.

Beside you, the lieutenant shifted in his seat, watching you but not staring. Taking mental notes of your injuries, your behavior. Even after Connor escaped you seemed on the verge of a complete meltdown. He cleared his throat to get your attention, but you flinched as well. "Sorry. Didn't mean that. But, uh..." His eyes darted toward the curtain. "He's gone, so I hope that makes it a little easier on you. You think you could fill me in on what happened?"

It was like a bullet train speeding directly for me; I knew it would come but... I just didn't know how bad.

In your lack of response tears blurred your vision, and a box of tissues was gently placed in your lap. "If you're not ready to talk, that's okay, too. You can always come down to the precinct when you're recovered." As rough as his voice was, Hank made an effort to be more gentle. It was what he considered his "Dad voice"... which didn't get much use.

But you shook your head, taking a moment to wipe the tears- and collect your thoughts. "N-no, it's... I just..."

"Maybe it'd help if I just asked some basic questions first. We don't have to get the full story right now, but just some stuff we can use to piece together everything." Which meant that, with Connor out of the room, he'd need to write shit down. Patting his jacket, he cursed under his breath; he always had a pen and notebook on him. Or... he did, until he'd gotten a walking recorder for a partner. After a minute of fumbling with the coat, he pulled out what he needed with a triumphant "Bingo. There you are, sons of bitches." Once he made sure the pen was functional, he turned a bit more towards you. "All right, let's get the basics down. I've got your name and address already; what do you do for a living?"

You swallowed. "I'm unemployed."

As he wrote, Hank shook his head. "Shame. Sorry to hear."

"I wasn't fired. I quit." Now he looked up, curious. "... ethical reasons."

Intriguing. But it wasn't the point. He just nodded. "Okay, okay, unemployed still applies here, that's fine. About what time did the, uh... incident happen?"

I looked at the time a few minutes before...

Your eyes closed. "About eleven in the morning, give or take."

Hank paused. The call had come in past two-thirty. Either the assault had been drawn out for any number of reasons, or you'd had trouble getting to the phone. Considering your list of injuries, he'd gamble on the latter. "So... why didn't you use the voice command system in your house? Most people have 'em, right?"

Hands clenching together, you kept your eyes down. "He disabled it."

Trouble getting to the phone, for sure. He sighed. "All right, this is probably gonna be shitty to answer, but... you said it was an android that did it. Do you know the model?"

You shook your head. "... I... I don't know many model numbers," you murmured.

Please believe me.

"That's not surprising," he replied. "Shit, half the time I can't even remember Connor's," he chuckled. It got you to smile, at least. "Did you at least get a good look at him? That would probably help us narrow it down." When you shook your head again, Hank frowned. "Are you sure it was an android?"

"He's not human," you spat out, making the lieutenant raise his eyebrows. Shit. Your brain scrambled for an answer. "There was something he pulled over my head. I... I couldn't see anything."

He wasn't convinced. "You couldn't see anything, but you seem dead set on this guy not being human."

"Lieutenant Anderson." The nurse had returned and stepped inside, looking as stern as ever. "I don't know where your partner went but I specifically said that I didn't want my patient stressed any further." Her hands were on her hips as she looked at the male, who just sighed and pocketed the notebook and pen again.

But Hank paused, pulled the notebook back out, and scribbled a bit before tearing the page off to hand to you. "Here. Office number, my home number and address, and Connor's number as well. Just in case you need 'em, and when you're ready to talk to us."

When you decide to tell me the fuckin' truth, more like...

Even without the android to act like a lie detector, he'd been on the force for too long; you were hiding something. Trauma might have messed with some details, but Hank was too suspicious at this point. He didn't know why, just a feeling.

That feeling had never led him astray.

As the nurse escorted him away from the recovery wing, he finally stopped walking and turned to her. "Listen. I'm sorry for... I dunno... drilling the girl too hard. This is my job, but I'm an asshole, too. Sorry."

She eyed him just as sternly as earlier. "That's all well and good, and I appreciate the apology, but I would appreciate it more if you kept your shit in line."

He sighed and ran a hand down his face, then froze for a split second. "Hey, uh, maybe you can help me out." The nurse raised an eyebrow. "Was there any sign that an android did this?"

She closed her eyes, but her expression softened. "Girl's a fighter. She had blue blood under her nails, tryin' to fight him off. Had a little splattered on her, too; probably used something against him." Then she glared. "If you hadn't been such a big shot back there and pushed her, you might've remembered to ask something like that."

Ouch. Groaning, Hank sulked all the way out of the hospital. Headed for his car, it took a yank on his arm to pull him out of the self-pity state he'd been caught in. "--the fuck?!"

"Hank, what happened inside?" Connor immediately lowered his arm; he'd stood outside the entire time. "You seem distressed."

"Ah, jeez, it..." Taking a deep breath, he jerked his head towards the vehicle. Once they were both inside and the engine started, he spoke again. "I got a weird feeling about this. She wouldn't tell me about the incident, so I asked some basic questions. She..." The human eyed his partner with an expression that Connor knew well. "She's not telling me everything. Even just the basic stuff, something's being kept from me." But Hank shrugged. "Then again, I got so caught up in thinking we had a lying victim that I forgot to ask obvious questions, aaaaaaand... the nurse booted me out."

Connor was as attentive as always, listening while Hank explained. "What sort of obvious questions?"

"About her attacker. She's dead set on the fact that it was an android, but she also said she didn't get a good look at him. That something was pulled over her head." His mouth worked. "Nurse said she had blue blood splashed on her, as well as under her nails, from fighting him off." Shaking his head, he drove off. "I got stupid. There would've been signs if I'd just fuckin' asked."

"Hank."

There was something about the way Connor spoke that sent a spike of dread through him. But he kept his hands on the wheel. "Yeah?"

"When CyberLife sent me to work with you, there was press coverage." He glanced over. "My name was not included in that information. How was the victim aware of my name?"

Fuck. Kid had a good point. It took a moment to decide but Hank made a sharp and sudden turn on the road, pushing the gas pedal down hard. "Bring up that address from her file. We need to go to the crime scene but I need you to find out just who the fuck she is."