Detroit: Become Human; Scenarios

Hank x Connor: Patch up

"Just pass me the fucking thing, Connor," Hank grumbled, grabbing the thirium pouches, and hooking it up to his equally injured partner. They had been caught in a small-scaled firefight, but the back up they called was slow to arrive. Connor squirmed when the needle entered his arm and he pouted.

"You didn't have to be so rough lieutenant..." Hank huffed and rolled his eyes. For being an android, Connor was surprisingly squeamish with needles.

"You were shaking like a piece of paper Connor! We would've been here forever" Sighing, Connor agreed, he just couldn't get the fluid needle under and into his 'veins'. Taking a breath and laying his head back, he felt his strength return as the Thirium flowed through and his artificial skin returned back to its original colour. Hank was still groaning in pain, he kept trying to use his arm to do basic tasks.

"Let me get you your coffee lieutenant, you seem to be having trouble and appear fatigued" Hank didn't argue, for once and just nodded, agreeing with the android. Resting his injured arm on the desk, he let out a string of pained groans. Connor couldn't help but feel sympathetic; he was android and could heal much faster than Hank. He placed the coffee next to Hank's good arm and sat down in his chair.

"Cheers tin-can. But why'd you get me a drink? I didn't ask." Hank asked, tilting his head. Connor smiled and sat down.

"Because you helped patch me up Lieutenant, thank you,"