Dog Syndrome (RK900 x Gavin Reed)

Chapter twelve: Top priority

Conan looked to the man on the ground. Jon's eyes were widened in fear, and his mouth was still slightly opened, as if he wanted to say something to his opponent. Blood was running out of the gunshot wound, causing his head to lie on a deep dark red pillow. The time seemed to have frozen again, when the field of vision started to became slightly blue.

Reconstruction

The figure of Jon raised up again, as if someone turned the time back. The mannequin was holding a red gun in his right hand and pointed it right to his chin, before he pulled the trigger. The figure fall on his knees and landed on that spot, were the lifeless body of Jon was laying. The gun slipped through his hand and fell down next to him, and slipped a few inches off. Conan kneed down, placed the gun, which he was still holding, in that exact red gun figure, before he stood up, and went to Gavin. Gavin's eyes were staring at the sky, and his eyelids closed as soon as his partner kneed down next to him. He observed the human. The man was pale white, his face was covered in sweat, and he was barely breathing. Conan's eyes fixated the wound at his chest.

Heart: intact – Aorta slightly damaged

Lungs: intact

Shot went through the hole between aorta and the left lung and slightly damaged the aorta

New mission: Stop the bleeding

Conan grabbed the Gavin's shirt and teared it apart. His chest was covered in his own blood, and the blood was squirting like a weak fountain from the gunshot wound. The machine pressed his both hands against it with all his might. He looked around. There was still no one to be seen. The siren of police cars and an ambulance came closer and closer, but Gavin needed medical attention now. Conan closed his eyes.

Sending coordination.

He opened his eyes and stare at his partner, whose breathing became slower and slower with every drop of blood he lost.

Chance of survival: 24%...23%....22%

Top priority: Protect Gavin Reed.

Top priority: Protect Gavin Reed.

Top priority: Protect Gavin Reed.

Conan's hands caught fire. It started from the inside of his hands until his whole hands were burning. The synthetic skin started to disappear as the fire made its way up his arms, along his jacket. He pressed his burning hand at the chest and put the other one at the wound of one of Gavin's thigh first, and then on the over one, just for few seconds until the bleeding stopped.

SYSTEM HEAT: CRITICAL

Conan shook his hands, trying to get rid of the fire. After the fire had gone out from his hands, he knocked off his arms along to smother the fire. With success. As soon as the fire was gone, he took his jacket off and tore his jacket in strips. He tore off the sleeves of the jacket and his shirt, and tied it around Gavin's chest. Conan used the other stripes to dress the other gunshot wounds. The android observed his partner. His heart rate became slower and slower until it stopped completely. The lungs stopped working. Cardiac arrest. Conan pressed the ball of the thumb in the middle of the rib cage, on the sternum, and laid his other hand upon it. He started pushing down the chest. After thirty blows, he stopped. He stretched Gavin's head back and raised his chin slightly. Conan's eyes fixated the man in front of him. Gavin's face was strewn with blood spatter, both, his own blood and the blood of his assailant. His lips showed marks on his teeth, and his nose looked like it had taken some serious strokes. Conan closed Gavin's nose with his thumb and forefinger carefully, and opened his mouth. The android seemed to take a deep breath in, pressed his lips on the lips of his partner and breathed out for few seconds, before he continued with the cardiac massage.