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Stress - Connor X Hank's Nephew

Key Terms:

(f/n) = father's name

(h/l) = Hair Length (incase you didn't know)

[Hank's POV]

"God damn it, Connor!" I yelled towards my annoyingly persistent partner as he crashed through my kitchen window, for the second fucking time. "I'm sorry lieutenant," Connor said as he stood up and brushed glass shards off of himself, "you didn't answer your door when I knocked and I became worried." - "I WAS ASLEEP!" I yelled at him while I wiped my hand over my face. Connor just awkwardly looked at the floor. "Get out." I mumbled. "Okay, Hank." Connor said as he was about to climb back out the window, "Jesus fuckin- JUST USE THE DOOR, CONNOR!" I screamed. He walked towards the door without a reply, I followed, just to make sure he actually left. When I opened the door for him to leave I saw a familiar, but unexpected, figure standing outside. "What's up grumpy pants?" My nephew was standing outside my door, in nothing but a black wife beater and grey sweatpants with his book bag, in twenty degrees fahrenheit, while it was raining, needless to say, he was drenched. "You. Have. Got. To. BE FUCKIN' KIDDIN' ME!" I yelled, I was hoping for one night of undisturbed sleep, looks like I'll just die from sleep deprivation then. Of course, my nephew being the punk he is, he just laughed. "What did I come at a bad time?" He said with a shit eating grin. "Cut the shit (y/n)," I said with a sigh, "why are you here?" His face dropped to a neutral state, "Let's just say that your brother couldn't handle the queer, Uncle Hank." - "So he finally found out, eh?" I wasn't surprised, (f/n) was always a douchebag, it was only a matter of time until he figured out, and then overreact. "Yeah, and now there's one less chair at his dining room table," (y/n) said, "literally, I mean he literally broke a chair over my back when he found out." I looked at my nephew in disbelief, "Well shit, kid." I didn't know what else to say. There was an awkward silence, "That's kinda why I came here," (y/n) said finally breaking the silence, "I need a place to stay, I didn't have time to grab my wallet, you know I wouldn't bother you without a good reason, Uncle Hank." I rubbed my temples, "Come on in kid." - "Quick question," (y/n) said hesitantly, "who's that?" He said while motioning towards Connor. "I'm Connor, the android sent by Cyberlife." - "Cool shit bro." (y/n) said while he walked into my house. I didn't have a clear look at his face because it was shrouded in the dark, but when he stepped into the light I was genuinely shocked, "Jesus, kid, he really did a number on you." His lip was busted and he had blood coming from his nose, as well as a few splinters in his back here and there. "I'd worry more 'bout your brother right now," (y/n) said as he placed his bag down by my couch, "he may or may not have several glass shards in him as well as a knife or two." He turned towards me.

[(y/n)'s POV]

"You didn't think I'd go down without a fight, did you?" Hank shrugged, "Well, I can't say I'm not impressed." I chuckled a bit, everything hurt, but I didn't show it on my face. I looked over towards Connor, he had a look on his face that was a cross between confused and concerned. "What's wrong, Connor?" - "You were shot." I followed his eyesight and looked down at my lower thigh, "Huh, guess you're right." I saw my sweatpants were soaked in my blood coming from a hole in my flesh. I walked into my Uncle's kitchen and found some whiskey, then I found a slender knife. "Kid, what are you doing?" Hank asked. "Gettin' this bullet out my leg," I popped the cap off of the whiskey bottle and took a few good swigs, "what's it look like?" I took off my wife beater, bundled it up, and harshly bit down on it in anticipation of pain as I dug the knife into the bullet wound and started prying it out. "You should really get to a hospital." Connor said while walking over to me. The bullet clattered on the ground, the knife following soon after, both coated in my blood. "Wish I could," I said while wrapping my shirt around the wound, "but I don't have insurance, plus it's just a hassle." - "(Y/n), you're looking pale." Hank said, his words dripping in concern. "I mean, I lost a bit of blood, but I'll be fine," I gave my uncle a reassuring smile, "I always am." I tried getting off the counter, but I failed miserably and just collapsed to the floor, Connor rushed to my side and helped me stand up. Once I was on my feet I pushed away from the android, "Thanks." I bent down to pick up the bloody items laying on the floor. "(y/n), I'll take care of the mess just go sit down." My uncle said. "I made the mess I should-" - "Jesus kid just go sit the fuck down." I hesitated before I walked, with Connor's help, over to the couch. I couldn't rest my back on the couch because of the splinters. "I'll take care of those, just wait here a bit." Connor said. "It's not like I can go anywhere." I said with a chuckle, Connor gave me a weak smile then left to grab somethings. I was staring at my hands, which were currently stained in my blood, while waiting for Connor to get back. "Where'd you learn to take a bullet out like that, (y/n)?" Hank asked suddenly. "Some my friends would fuck 'round with the wrong people, they'd always come to me for help." - "Well," he said while turning to face me, "you did a good job, I'll give you that." - "What do you mean by 'wrong people'?" I turned to see Connor standing in the hallway. "Ya' know, fuckin' 'round with jealous boyfriend's girls, drug dealers, sometimes police..." I trailed off. Connor nodded and began removing the splinter from my back. While the wood was being removed from my back Sumo walked over to me and sat down on my feet, "Hey buddy." I said while petting him in an attempt to ignore the pain coming from my back.