"Connor, go!" Hank yelled, watching as the killer began running away fastly.
Connor was quick to react, running out to catch them. Of course, the endurance of a human didnt compare to one of an android, especially Connor. So he was right on the killers tail, with you following behind him, along with an out of breath Hank.
You were close behind Connor, yelling out to him if anything were to fly at him or get in his way. In this case, you were chasing the killer on rooftops. They skillfully jumped from legde to legde, followed by Connor. You hesitated, but followed them anyways.
Hank didnt.
"Y/n, c'mon, its too dangerous!" Hank yelled for you but you didnt stop.
You ran faster, actually. Faster then Connor, you passed him quickly. As you got closer and closer to the killer, you reach out and run as fast as your legs could take you, as grip onto their jacket. They jolt as they feel you tug them backwards.
They pointed their gun at you and pulled the trigger, in which you could quickly dodge. But to your luck, the bullet manages to nail itself into your shoulder. You yelp, and the killer took this as a sign that they got you.
They stopped abruptly and threw you over their shoulder, throwing you off of them. You hit the ground with a thud, but you start to slip off the edge with only one arm to grab onto the ledge. But that wasnt enough.
Your sweaty fingers started to slip off the concrete building, as you tried your absolute best to hold on for dear life. Your hand hurt like a bitch, and so did your shoulder even more.
This is how it ends, you thought.
The killer looked down at you with a mocking, pitiful smile. A satistic look. One that mocks your pain and failures, as they brought their foot closer to your hand.
You stare at them, wide eyes. You look down at the large, large, gap between you and the ground. You were on top of tall buildings anyways. Your heart sank even further into your chest, as you close your eyes tightly for the embrace of his shoe on your fingers.
You waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Before they could step on your hand, you slipped and felt yourself fall.
Until a hand caught you.
That hand pulled you up and out from over the building, then hugged you close. Tightly, closely, warmly, affectionately, desperately. You knew who it was at that point.
You were frozen, but then you slowly hugged them back. Not caring that you have a gunshot wound, you felt yourself start to tremble and break down in his grasp. The trama you just went through was showing tremendously.
"Its ok," Connors soft voice broke you from your trance at first, "I've got you, its ok now.."
You can tell he was shakey as well.
Only a few moments later and he would have been too late to save you. That was too close for his likings, and it really scared him iut of his wits. He just focused on hugging you and cradling you, hoping that he could help you. He wasn't even aware of your wound yet.
"I-I'm sorry.. I-I' so s-sorry.." You breathed out, your face nuzzled into his chest as your hands gripped onto the back of his jacket tightly.
"Its ok, Y/n. Breath," Connor could tell her breathe was picking up. Who wouldnt be tramatized after seeing their life flash before their eyes? "I've got you, you're ok now.."
Hank walked up, finally catching his breath. He looked down at the sight. Y/n sitting in Connors lap, desperately gripping onto Connor the best she can. The android nuzzled his nose into her hair, gaining her scent through his nose. Oh, how he would have missed that.
Connors eyes trailed up to look at Hanks worried expression, but Connor just stared back, shaking hid head softly. You just needed to calm down, before anything else happens.
And so you do, with Connors help. But at this point, your shoulder was being an asshole. When you pulled away, you winced and let out a small groan, looking to the side of your shoulder. It was bleeding heavily.
Connors eyes glinted in worry, his LED going red, yellow, and then back to red. He swiftly pulled off his jacket, balling it up, before pushing it against your wound. He felt guilt strike him as you whimper in pain, but endure his causes.
"Hold this here tightly, to stop the bleeding." Connor spoke, as you nodded and complied, placing your hand over where his once was and pushing against it. Connor picked you up gently, his arms under your back and under your legs, in what was called a bridal style. "We will take you to the hospital--"
"No, I dont want to go to the hospital." You spoke, staring up at Connor with worried eyes. "You know I dont like it there."
"But, Y/n--"
"No. I have tools you can do it with at my house, take me there instead." Your stubborness was always one of Connors favourite features, but at times like this, he wishes you'd just back down.
"...Fine, I will." Connor looked back to Hank. He watched them silently, obviously battling his worries.
"Uh.." Hank started, "What do I do with them?" He jabbed his thumb behind him, pointing at the knocked out killer on the floor.
"Handcuff and throw em' over your shoulder, Hank. We'll take them to the dep. later." You spoke up, smiling at Hank.
Hank stared back, frowning. "Well, arent you happy to be shot in the shoulder." He grumbled, doing as you said.
"Oh please, your just jealous you dont get to be carried down 8 flights of stairs." You retorted, sticking out your tongue to him.
"Whatever." Hank huffed and walks passed you and Connor, the killer over his shoulder.
You let out a giggle, but then feel the pain in your shoulder again, making you stop. You look up to Connor, who seems to have been looking down at you already. A small smile made its way to your face, and as Connor saw it, he couldnt help but to smile as well.
"Thanks for saving me." You praise, "I dont know what I would do without you."
"Me neither." Connor chuckled, leaning down to give your forehead a small kiss, before following after Hank.
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