This is a short one. But I guess all writing ideas that come from the shower are short.

"How did you manage to get a dog through hospital security?" The old man reached down to pet his beloved furry partner. In response, Sumo panted while dribbling slobber onto the tile floor.
Connor only lightly smirked at the question. "I have my ways, Lieutenant. I'll never tell."
"I won't ask, then."
Hank and Connor were in an odd predicament. Instead of working on paperwork in the office or relaxing at home, they were staying at the hospital. Not the most enjoyable place, but it was necessary for one of the men.
"Did the doctors treat you well while I was gone?" The RK800, now deviant, was seated on a nearby chair. His posture was perfect as ever.
"Sure. Shoulder feels like it got stabbed, though." Hank wanted to move his shoulder to add emphasis, but he learned the hard way that it still hurt. He felt a burning, hissing pain anytime he even touched his healing wound.
"It will hurt for a few days. But if you continue to-"
Hank cut off the incoming speech from Connor. "Yeah yeah, I've heard it before." Sumo dropped to the floor with a huff, and Hank continued laying in the hospital bed. It was beginning to get uncomfortable, but he really didn't want to get up.
"Don't lecture me again."
"I won't."
The room fell into a peaceful quiet. Sumo began to snore, and there was a muffled commotion outside.
"There's a Detroit Pistons game in progress. Would you like to watch?" Connor spoke up. He already began accessing the nearby television, knowing what Hank's answer would be.
"Yeah. Thanks, kid." The wall-mounted TV flashed on. A small smile settled on Connor's face.
"No need to thank me."