Because you dont deserve that sorry excuse of a one shot.  It was a bad ending.  It was so bad.

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Back at the station Miller and Chen feverously tries to tend to a wounded Connor while Hank paces back and forth, phone to his ear as he tries to reach the only android he can think of that could help right now.

"Pick the fuck up, damnit."

He glances at Connor as Tina wraps a bandage around his arm.  It quickly stains blue.  She wraps multiple times then tapes it and gently strokes it.  Hank believes he hears Connor thank her.

"Leutentant," Hank startles.  " Is something wrong?" Markus asks from the phone.  Hank takes his eyes away from Connor and starts walking aimlessly around.

"I don't know, you tell me," Hank answers, sounding just slightly irritated.

"What do you mean?"

"Androids can't feel pain, right?"

"No."

"Then why can Connor?"

There's silence.  Hank internally sighs as he passes his desk for the third time this hour.

"I'll be right over," Markus replies and hangs up before Hank can even think of a reply.

He wanders back to the break room where Connor is sipping what looks like warm thirium.  Tina or Chris must've made it for him.  He kneels down next to him.

"Hey," He says.  "How you feeling?" He asks.  Connor shrugs and Hank pats his knee.

"You're just gonna have to deal with it.  We don't exactly have painkillers for androids," He chuckles dryly.  Connor smiles.

"I have initialized self repair,"Connor says.  "But it will take some time to fully heal."

He looks down at his hands who are holding his coin.  Turning it around and inspecting it.  Ever so often running his thumb over the flat of it.

"I'm sorry for losing the suspect," He mutters, turning over the coin in his hands.  He purses his lips.

Hank sighs.  "Don't worry 'bout it," He says.  "We'll catch 'em later."

Connor gives him a strained smile.

"I hope I am not interrupting something?"

Hank jumps and curses, falling onto his butt.  "Jesus Christ," He murmurs as Connor chuckles.

"Of course not, Markus," Connor replies, smiling.

Markus kneels down in front of him.  "How are you?" He asks. 

Connor shrugs and forces a smile.  Markus glaces at the bandage before hesitantly touching it.

"May I have a look?" He asks.  "I'll be gentle."  Connor nods.

Markus carefully unwraps the bandage.  He tries to ignore how Connor whinces and whimpers.  He internaly cringes when he comes to the blue stained part.

"We should take you back to Jericho and have a closer look," Markus says, inspecting the wound.  "Maybe we should contact Kamski?" He ponders out loud.  "He would know probably know what to do."

Hank groans.  "Oh no."

"It's for Connor's best."

"I know," Hank replies.  "I just really don't like him."

"We'll take a look ourselves first," He says.  "Is that alright with you, Connor?"

Connor nods.  "Yeah, sure," He answers.

Markus smiles.  "Great!" He exclaims.  "I'll let them know we're coming."

It contines.

Just thought it needed more.  Will write even more for this too.  Idk how long I will keep it going though.

I need to clean out nu screenshots.  I have so much garbage in there.