Androids aren't supposed to feel pain. So why does Connor all of a sudden?

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Connor is fast. He's agile. Dogding obstacles left and right like it's nothing. And the worst part is, nothing the criminal can throw at him slows him down at all.

If anything, it only slows her down. She seems to catch on because she draws out a gun as a last resort. She doesn't aim. Just shoots aimlessly behind her every now and then, hoping it'll at least slow him down a little bit.

Connor is a beast. The bullets doesn't as much as grace him as he runs after her. Determination on his face.

Hank wonders briefly if he should actually work on his cardio so he doesn't have to catch up three days later every damn time.

He's sure Connor would be extatic about it. He's always on him about eating healthy food and exercizing. At least just walking the dog. Connor always wins. He can't resist those eyes.

Suddenly Connor stops running. Gavin is the first one to catch up.

"Why the fuck did you stop?" He asks, breathlessly. Hands on his thighs as he struggles to catch his rapid breath. "We almost had her."

Whatever retort he has dies on his tounge as he looks up at the Androids face.

"Jesus Christ, what happened?" He asks as Hank arrives, gasping for air and cursing his un-atlethic body.

Connor doesn't answer immediatly, which worries Hank. The next thing he says unsettles the Leutentant to the bone.

"It hurts," He croaks, sounding smaller than ever.

His brows furrow. But androids don't feel pain? Hank's pretty sure Connor mentioned it to him. On multiple occasions. He's certain.

When he actually gets a good look at Connor, his chest squeezes. He's clutching his left, upper arm like his life depended on it. What looks all too much like thirium is leaking through his fingers and coating his beloved CyberLife jacket.

The worst part has to be his terrified face that makes him look so vulnerble and small

Their eyes meet for a second and that seems to be what breaks the dam because his body shakes with a sob.

Hank is quick to act, enveloping the kid in a hug as he lets him soak his jacket it artificial tears. Because; fuck. He must be terrified.

"Shit," Gavin mutters, from somewhere, out of Hank's sight.

Hank rubs his back soothingly, while he himself is quite scared. Connor is still learning about emotions. Slowly but surely learning what provokes what emotion and how to deal with them.

But Connor hasn't actually been scared before. Not to this extent at least. And he has never felt pain, like many other androids alike (except for YK models aparantly). Hank imagines bullet wounds aren't great to start with.

After a while when Connor has calmed down a significant amount, Hank pulls away and pries shaking fingers from the wound. Connor gasps and whinces as fresh tears trail down his cheeks, but Hank reassures him.

Gavin is still there, even though he could've easally left ages ago. He has to care, just a little.

Surely enough, it's what he ecpexted. The bullet graced his arm, exposing numerous wires coated in blue blood that's slowly but surely drenching and possibly ruining Connor's jacket. Not that the hole in it hadn't ruined it already though.

"Don't worry," He tries to assure. "We'll get you fixed," He says, feeling like he's comforting Cole after he'd fell and injured himself.

And right now, Connor does look a lot like Cole in his eyes. It's almost scary how big the resemblence is.

"Can you give me your tie?" He asks politely. Connor is clearly confused, but obliges, sniffing quietly.

"I'll buy you a new one," He promises as he tightly wraps it around Connors arm. The kid whinces quietly as he does it. He has no idea how exactly androids work and if it'll help at all, but he doesn't know what else to do.

"We'll head back to the station and see what we can do," He says and gently guides the android back to their car. Gavin following close behind.

"I'm sorry for letting her get away."

"We'll get her next time."

Honestly, I don't know what else to write for this to finish. :/

Anyway. I did the thing.

If you didn't know. If it even interests you... My name is Maren. I'm 15 and from Norway.

Idk what else would interest you, tbh.

The cover isn't Nice I know. I just couldn't get it any better. I tried.