SHORT CIRCUIT, connor dbh (discontinued)

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Connor sat in the ambulance, staring at Liv and the two medics desperately trying to revive her. The sound of the heart monitor was blaring. They used the defibrillator once more, and the noise stopped and beeped much more steadily. She was back. The medics strapped an oxygen mask to her face that had to be hand pumped by one of them. The ambulance reached high speeds, trying to get to the hospital quickly. Out a small window, Connor saw it just up ahead. He scanned his partner again.

Chance of survival: 7%

Connor jumped out of the ambulance and the medics rushed her stretcher into the hospital. One continued to pump air into her lungs as they gave her to a group of doctors and nurses. He tried to follow, but was stopped before he reached the door.

Connor made his way to the front entrance. Hank's car pulled in to the parking lot, and he followed him inside the emergency room. They were silent for a while, until Connor muttered something.

"She isn't doing well, Lieutenant. In the ambulance," he paused for a moment and looked at the older man, "She died in the ambulance. They were able to revive her, but she was dead. I saw her lying there, completely lifeless."

"Liv's strong. She'll get through this," Hank sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than Connor.

"I hope you're right." Connor took a deep breath and looked at his blood stained shirt. Some spots were blue, some red, and even a few purple where their blood had mixed on his clothes. He toyed around with the buttons, slowly buttoning up his shirt that had been torn by the deviant. A few buttons we're missing.

Several hours passed without any word on Liv's condition. Everyone else in the waiting room had left. It was empty, apart from the two of them. New groups of people would come and go, yet they had no idea how Liv was doing. Hank had dozed off, getting a couple hours of sleep in the uncomfortable chairs.

"Still no word on Liv?" He'd ask Connor after he woke up.

"No, nothing."

Hank and Connor started to watch the TV in the waiting room, desperately trying to get their minds off of her. It didn't work, however. The news was on, and they were covering the story.

"In addition to the android attack on the Stratford Tower, we've just received word of a shooting taking place there earlier today. An android shot at several officers investigating the crime scene from this morning. Most injuries were minor, except for one detective. Their identity hasn't been revealed, but they are reportedly in critical condition. We'll update you as the story develops." The news anchor explained.

"Fuck," was all Hank said in response to the news, "I'm going to the front desk and see if anything's changed."

Connor watched his partner get up and walk over to the android receptionist at the front desk. He talked to her for a moment, but turned back around soon. Hank looked disappointed.

"She's still in surgery, can't tell us anything else." Hank sat back down next to his partner. He huffed and mumbled things under his breath that Connor couldn't understand. In his coat pocket was a flask, and he quickly took it out. He took a drink, then set his hand down on his lap, still holding the flask.

Hank didn't screw the cap back on. He was far from done drinking. On any normal occasion, Connor would have scolded him about it. Although right now, the andriod thought if there was ever a time to drink, it was right now.

"I can't lose another kid," Hank mumbled to himself as his expression became more somber. He took another drink.

Every minute that went by without them hearing anything about her felt like days. The clock on the wall seemed like it was broken. Hank fell asleep again, making Connor wish he could sleep to remove his mind from her for just a few minutes.

"Y'know, Liv asked me why I didn't want her to take the case on her own. I never told her this, but I only stayed on the case because I thought she'd get herself killed without me there," Hank took a drink, "Now, I would've died if she hadn't have been there."

"I should have taken Chris's gun sooner. I could have shot him before he got the chance to hurt her."

"You can't blame yourself," Hank said, "If it weren't for you, none of us would have made it, Connor. You deserve a thank you from every damn person in there."

It was 2 AM. Liv had been in surgery for almost 5 hours now. Connor and Hank's worry increased every second they didn't have any news about her. Not long after 2, a doctor approached them.

"Are you here for Olivia Thomas?" she asked.

"Yeah, how is she?" Hank said as he stood up.

"We did everything we could."

A/N

This is so sad, Connor play despasito.