≪Hanahaki Disease≫ Detroit: Become Human

Part 013

((Y/N) POV)
Few days later...

I groaned as I got out of Hank's car, Connor grabbing the side of my arm. "Connor, I can stand on my own,"  I said and he nodded. "I know, but I'm just helping," he said. "I'm gonna be okay Connor." I said and he nodded. "Let me just help you (Y/N)," I groaned, but finally agreed. "Okayyy," I said. We walked into my house, and he helped me into the house. As we walked in, Sumo ran to us, and I chuckled. "Hey Sumo, I missed you," I said, Connor making sure I didn't bend down. "Awe cmon, lemme pet him," I protested.

"You can bend down, you'll rip open your stitches," Connor said, and I sighed. "Yea, you're right," I said. We walked more into the house, Hank behind us as he shut the door. Connor helped me lay down on the couch, and I sighed. "Ugh, Hank, it's that gut wrenching feeling again," I said, and Connor raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" Connor asked, and Hank walked to the kitchen. "When she gets over the disease, it always gives her a gut wrenching feeling. It's cause the disease is dying, instead of her dying," Hank tried to explain, getting some tea for me. Connor sat down next to me, his hand gently on the side of the couch.

I put my hand over his, smiling a little to him. He looked to me, gently slipping his fingers into my hand. That made me blush, smiling even more. My face almost hurt from all the smiling. "Hey, don't bust your face muscles over smiling," Hank said as he walked over with the tea. "Shut up, I'm happy Hank," I said, and Connor took the tea from Hank with his free hand. He helped me sit up a little, taking a sip of it. "Still, you guys need to remember to keep this on the down low. Cyberlife can't find out, not at all," Hank said, and I groaned after Connor put it down. I laid down again, my hand returning to Connor's.

"Cyberlife sucks ass, so does Gavin," I said, and Connor let out a small giggle. "Reminds me, that bitch can't find out either. All he's been trying to do is get on my pants again," Hank shook his head, sitting on the chair next to the couch. "What? He'll tell Cyberlife, you guys know that," I said, trying to defend myself. "Yes, we know (Y/N), that's why he won't find out," Hank said. "Thank you Hank," I said, leaning my head back onto the couch cushion. "So, when can I back to work?" I asked, and the two boys exchanged a look. "What?" I asked.

"Because of the bullet wound, you won't be able to go back to work for a couple of months," Hank said. "Wait, you're not serious?" I asked, and he sighed. "Ugh, Cmon, I miss work already," I said, and Hank looked shocked. "Should I bring up all the times you've complained about work?" He asked and I shook my head. "Please don't, or I'll bring up all the times you've complained," I said and he scoffed. "Touché, kid," he said. "So, you're staying here until you get better, and Connor is gonna have to watch you," Hank said, and that made me feel better. "But what if Connor has to get called in?" I asked, and Hank shrugged. "It depends, especially since we caught the most dangerous serial ki-" "killer in Detroit. I know," I said.

"Well, yea, so looks like we're not gonna have much," Hank said, and I nodded. "Hank, am I allowed to steal your bed until I'm better?" I asked, turning my head to him. "You trying to give me arthritis from sleeping on the couch?" He asked and I shrugged a little. "Pleaseeee Hankkk, I'm injured," I said. He groaned, standing up. "Let me go clean up first, don't do anything stupid," he said, walking to his room. My attention turned to Connor, and I could tell that my heart started to race. "(Y/N), your heart rate seems to have gone up. Everything alright?" He asked and I nodded. "Connor, come here," I said, and his face moved closer to mine.

I didn't think, once again, but my lips connected with his. He started to kiss me back, having that same passion as he did the first time. His hand landed on my cheek this time, and mine was on his as well. I tried to turn a little to face him more, and he pulled away. I almost whined. "What is it..?" I asked quietly. "I want to make sure you're in a safe position, I don't want you to hurt yourself," he said. I sighed. "I'm okay Connor," I said quietly, and he sealed our lips together. He moved closer, almost starting to climb on top of me. As it started to get more heated, footsteps started coming back to the living room.

We pulled away quickly, looking over to see Hank walking out. I was red, and Connor, you couldn't tell. "Hey Hank, is it clean yet?" I asked, pretending like nothing happened. "Yes, is it. Now stop making out on my couch," he said, and I became more red. Connor smiled a little. "Of course, totally."

A/N: SHIT! Now I'm sad writing this, but here y'all go. Don't worry. It'll get better. Maybe. ;)