"Connor! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Connor forced his eyes to open, then blinked to try to clear the dark spots from his vision. "Connor?"
Connor closed his eyes once again, deciding it wasn't worth the effort. " –'ellow."
"Connor?" The voice continued, growing slightly more worried. Connor closed his eyes tighter, hating the way a sharp pain shot through his head every time the person spoke. "Connor, you need to open your eyes."
Connor let out a deep sigh, slowly opening his eyes yet again. A pair of bright blue eyes swam in front of him, and Connor clenched his jaw as he forced himself to stare into the eyes. "Stephen?"
"Alright, it's time to go," Stephen said, standing so quickly Connor's head started to swim. "Can you stand?"
"Nope," Connor replied, popping the 'p' and closing his eyes yet again.
Stephen groaned. "Connor! Stay awake!"
Connor forced his eyes open once again, fighting down the bile that was making its way up his throat as Stephen swam in front of his eyes. "Sick."
"I know," Stephen said, his voice softer than Connor had ever heard it. Wow, he must have hit his head to make Stephen sound like that. A pair of strong hands suddenly grabbed him, hauling him up to his feet. "Ahh!" He gasped as his ankle moved, sending pain shooting throughout his body.
Stephen cursed, his arm quickly wrapping around Connor's waist and helping him move the weight from his right side. "Dammit, Cutter," Stephen muttered, making Connor snort. Right, concussion. There was no way Stephen would ever say anything like that about the beloved Professor.
Connor tried to move forward, really, he did, but those damn spots were back in his eyes, and his stomach was twisting, and he was pretty sure his head wasn't supposed to feel like that. "Come on, Connor. Let's get you to the truck and then you can rest, okay? Someone can help once we get back-"
But Connor never found out where they were going. Connor was to busy letting the black spots take full control as he once again sank into unconsciousness.
Connor was warm. Uncomfortably so. And his head hurt. And his leg. And it was heavy. Right, so he was warm, hurt, and couldn't move his leg.
He frowned, slowly blinking his eyes as they grew accustomed to the light. Hospital. Right, okay. Why was he in the hospital again?
And why did his leg hurt? And his head?
Why was he having trouble thinking?
Why was he in a hospital?
"Connor?" A voice questioned softly, breaking him from his ramblings. He turned his head slowly, seeing familiar dots, before Abby slowly came into focus.
"Hello."
"Oh, god, Connor!" Abby said loudly, making him wince. She moved forward, placing her hand on his arm and squeezing gently. "We were so worried about you! When Stephen called and said you were unconscious, I-"
"Why would Stephen call?" Connor cut in, ignoring the way his heart skipped a beat at the name. Right, pathetic that.
Abby paused, frowning. "Connor, don't you remember Stephen finding you? He said you talked to him before you passed out-"
"Finding me? Where was I?" Connor asked, trying hard not to panic. He thought back frantically, trying to remember. What happened?
"Connor, you were out with Cutter and a predator hit you in the head," Abby said slowly with a frown on her pretty face. "Cutter and the rest had to… well, Stephen came to get you."
Cutter and the rest had to…? What? What wasn't she saying? What was she keeping from him? He thought back desperately. Right, two anomalies, going with Cutter, getting hit… and waking up alone.
Alone.
They left him. Injured, and they left him alone. Again.
Connor suddenly felt his eyes start to burn and a lump formed in his throat. Right. So much for thinking that there was somewhere he actually belonged. They hadn't even cared enough to take him with them when they left. They just… left him there.
"Right," Connor said, horrified to hear his voice crack. "Abby, can you go? I'm fine."
Abby shook her head frantically, obviously horrified at the thought. "Connor, I can't! You need someone here-"
"Please?" Connor asked, barely chocking out the word as he closed his eyes. If he opened them, the tears might escape – and he didn't need her to see him cry. That would just confirm everyone's suspicions that he didn't belong with them. Didn't belong on the team.
"Connor-"
"Just go!" Connor finally yelled, rolling onto his side carefully and closing his eyes. There was silence for only a moment before Connor heard footsteps and the door slowly closing.