I was walking the streets of Detroit empty of human but not android life when I heard the squealing of brakes. I barely even saw the car that smacked into me until it threw me into a snowbank, my head colliding with something as I landed.
Dazed, I lifted my head when the car skidded to a halt on the icy street and as my vision swam in and out of focus I saw someone quickly exit the car.
"Jesus, what the hell was she thinking?" Hank snapped as he smacked his hand on the steering wheel, climbing from the car to see Connor kneeling beside me.
"Miss, are you okay?" A man's voice asked as they knelt beside me and I try to raise my head feeling something warm trickling down my forehead. I let out a groan of pain when I felt someone wrap an arm around my shoulders pulling to my feet which just made the growing ache in my head worse.
Concussion and bleeding from the left temple. Her coordination is impared likely due to her head trauma which will make it impossible for her to travel home without assistance.
"Jesus, Connor. What are you doing now?" Hank snapped as he watched his partner lift the woman that they'd hit with Hank's car off the sidewalk. "Okay you are not bringing her home. She shouldn't have been wandering across the road anyway."
"Hank, she's clearly injured and we can't just leave her in the snow. She has a concussion and without medical assistance she will freeze out here. Since it was your car that hit her we should drive her to the nearest medical centre or, failing that, her house and render immediate medical assistance." Connor answered as he shifted her weight only to hear a loud groan and he glanced towards me as I blinked at him.
"Why the hell are you carrying me?" I snapped at the android who just paused, looking at me until I shook my head. Which did little to help my aching and possibly bleeding head. "I can walk you know." I mumbled and just to test my theory Connor let go, catching me without an effort when I started to fall back towards the pavement again.
"Clearly not. Now we will drive you to your home. Where do you live, Miss?" Connor asked and I groaned, my eyes fluttering closed. "Miss?" He repeated and Hank shook his head, running a hand through his hair at the now unconscious woman in Connor's arms.
"Shit. Guess we can just drop her off at the local hospital." Hank suggested as Connor wrapped an arm around her waist lifting her into his arms without an effort. Seeing Connor walking towards Hank's car he hurried over before the android could reach the passenger-side door. "Oh no. There's no way in hell I'm driving her anywhere." He told Connor however a few minutes later he glared out of the windscreen, barely even glancing at his partner who had his attention focused on the woman lying out cold in the backseat.