She opens her eyes to see a room of pure white. The smell of medicine and disinfectant fills the room, and she realizes where she's at. The beeps from the heart monitor confirm it for her. A hospital.

She tried to lift herself with her elbows, but a sharp pain from her shoulder made her do otherwise. A pair of soft hands steadied her.

"It's okay, Margaret. You don't need to stress yourself," someone reassured her.

Her groggy eyes failed to focus on the strangers face. She strained her eyes at them until she realized she was looking at, "Connor?" she slurred.

"Yes, it's me, Connor. Don't you recognize me?" he said with concern in his voice.

"I do...but I'm a bit delayed right now. I can't really think straight," she said slowly.

"It must be all the medicine and painkillers you're on. But you'll recover soon enough," he smiled at her.

Margaret struggled to get a look at her shoulder, her head lolling lamely on its side. She was covered in gauze and bandages, and an IV was inserted in the same arm. She winced at the throbbing pain from her arm.

"How did you find me?" she whispered.

Connor fiddled with the coin his hand, "Before the Connor...was destroyed, he contacted me. All he sent was the location of your home. I assumed the worst, and Hank and I rushed to your home."

Connor frowned and looked at her sadly. "I was...scared as we drove to your home. And when I arrived and I saw you hurt...," Connor tightened the grip on his coin, "I felt terrible. I never want to feel that again."

Connor reached over to where Margaret's hand and clasped it into his own. Even though she wasn't coherent from all the medication pumped into her, his touch always managed to make her heart skip a beat.

"Thank you, Connor...for everything," she said quietly.

Connor squeezed her hand she softly, "Of course. I'd do anything for you, Margaret."

She smiled at his words. "But there is something I'm confused about," she closes her eyes in contemplation.

"Yes?"

She opened her eyes languidly. "What happened to Connor? Why did he suddenly...change?" she shakes her head in confusion. "He was fine one second, and then he..." her voice cracks.

"I don't get it..."

Connor looks down at the floor in guilt, and deliberates in his words. "I believe I know why he tried to harm you."

"What?"

Connor fidgets in his chair uncomfortably and continues to avert his gaze. "I always reported back to CyberLife. However...I also reported back to someone," he says slowly.

"Who?" Margaret asks.

"She was part of my programming. An AI...a barrier to keep me in check. Her name was Amanda," his voice fails him at the end.

"Amanda?" Margaret flicker back and forth in remembrance. "Kamski's mentor?"

Connor nodded. "I always reported to her after every mission. I tried to remain on her good side. I tried to make her proud!" Connor says stressed.

"She tried to warn me of my relationship with you and Hank. Saying that the mission was above all else. But over time I realized that wasn't true..."

Margaret gasped in sudden realization, "She tried to curb your deviancy."

"When Markus made me realize what I really was, I thought I was rid of her. But when he was giving his speech to all the androids, I..."

Connor tightens his grip on her hand. His LED flashes color and he opens and closes his mouth to try and say anything, but he's too afraid.

"It's okay, Connor. You can tell me anything," she encourages him.

"I...tried to shoot him when he wasn't looking," he struggles with his words and he looks her straight in the eyes, "She was so angry and disappointed with me, and the cold I felt was nothing I had experienced, and I felt like it wasn't me and that I was dying and-!" Connor spits everything out rapidly and he looks beyond stressed than she had ever seen him.

She pulls on his hand lamely to get closer to her. He looks at her strangely and obliges and lets her pull him in. With the strength she currently possessed, she wraps her arms around him and gives him a weak hug. It was nothing like the strong hug she gave him before they left CyberLife Tower, and all the things plugged into her and bandages made it even more awkward. But it still had all the love and kindness as before.

She felt him relax in her arms, and his thirium pump slowed itself down. He had his face in the crook of her neck, his breath cool on her warm body. They stayed like that until Connor decided to finally let go. She swore she saw a hint of a blush on his cheeks.

"I was too afraid that Amanda would take over and something like this would happen. If I ever hurt you or Hank, I could never forgive myself. It's why it's so hard for me to open up..."

Margaret pats his hand. "It's okay, Connor. I know you're scared, but you knew about Amanda and you knew how to stop yourself. You just have to believe in yourself and your strength. She doesn't have to be apart of you if you don't want to."

Connor contemplates her words in silence. She was right about everything, but that fear he held deep down was still within him.

"I won't fail you, Margaret," Connor said sternly.

Margaret lowers her eyes timidly. "So is that why you shied away from me?"

Connor hates to admit, "Yes...that's partly why."

"So you do understand that there is something between us...right?" she says carefully.

"My social parameters state so, yes."

Margaret felt her cheeks burn, "W-Would you like to try? We can just let it happen naturally," she stammers.

"Naturally..." Connor repeats the foreign words. Connor looks at her in confusion. "You would like to, even if I'm not programmed to?"

Margaret smiles back. "Like I said, everyone has to learn. This might be new to you, but isn't it exciting?"

"I believe I'm more frightened at this point," Connor says sincerely.

Margaret laughs. "Yes, I suppose people do find these feelings frightening too."

Margaret cups her hand gently, around Connor's chin. "We'll be alright," she beams at him.

Connor tentatively places his hand around her own, "The probability of this working out is in our favor," he attempts to humor her.

Margaret shakes her head and chuckles, "There's the Connor I know."

Connor gets up and smiles at her warmly, "I should go get Hank. He was eating away his troubles," Connor says with his hand on the door.

Margaret rolls her eyes at him, "And you left him there? He might just have ate all of the cafeterias food," she jokes.

The corner of Connor's lips lifts up, "I might have been a bit distracted," he says cheekily.

Margaret shoots a sleepy grin at him, and motions him to go. Connor gives her a final glance and the door behind him clicks.

Margaret closes her eyes, her sleepiness kicking in. She's alone, but her heart is full. And that's more than enough for her.