Blood coated Connor's hand as he held onto Hank's wound. Hank's breathing was ragged, a trail of blood staining his beard. He was caught in red and blue flashing lights, officers shouting commands and beginning to swarm.

The fugitive got away but shot Hank in the process.

Connor could only hold him, calling for help as he tried to stop the bleeding. The bleeding was coming from his side, the bullet piercing through him and staining his undershirt red. He has already called for an ambulance but he felt the urge to call again and scream. Scream at them that his lieutenant was bleeding out and could be possibly dying in his arms.

"You're gonna be okay, Lieutenant! I need for you to stay with me!" Connor said, trying to keep his voice steady as he held onto his wound.

Hank coughed, blood splotching his beard. "I'm fine, Connor… I'm… Fucking Christ…"

"No… Try not to move…" Connor said. "Your gonna be okay…"

He was going to be okay.He was going to be fine.Sure, the fugitive got away, but that's okay! You can't catch every criminal in the world, right?Right?

A siren echoed from afar and an ambulance soon pulled up. Hank was lifted into the back and with the doors slamming behind him, Connor was left alone to watch him drive away, his hand still coated in his lieutenant's blood.

O0O

He sat motionless, his hands intertwined together (washed of course), waiting for the diagnostic of his lieutenant. The clock ticked in the distance, and every tick only drew Connor further and further into his own mind. He didn't know how long it's been, he only cared about his lieutenant being okay. It's all he wanted. He imagined Hank to walk out, standing perfectly straight with his beard red-free, and with that familiar smirk. Connor wanted to hear him say, "Let's find that fucker." and go off to find the suspect in question.

It didn't help Connor at all. The suspect was already found and taken into custody after a standoff, which was fine by him, but Hank was hurt. He wasn't sure if he would make it. Could he make it? Will he make it? He knew Hank was old. He shook his head.

No… Don't think like that!

He sighed, tightening the grip of his intertwined hands. He can only sit and wait and he never thought this would be the hardest part. He didn't have a problem with it before so… Why now? Why was he suppressing the urge to bust down the doors and search for his lieutenant? Why was he suppressing the urge to DEMAND that he must see Hank? He was never antsy before, he was never fighting the urge to get up and disobey what he was ordered to do (well, he IS a deviant but still! he was in a hospital for fuck sake!). He was worried.

He was scared.

Connor's mind suddenly plummeted. He couldn't protect Hank. He couldn't help him. He couldn't save him. This was all his fault. If he didn't startle that damn fugitive-! He let go of his hands and began to run them on his legs, looking up and looking all around. He noticed the other people and androids waiting. Some reading magazines or watching the television while other dozed off into space or was asleep. It didn't help his mental state at all.

I couldn't save him, He's going to die because of me!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Hank. I'm so sorry.

His breathing increased, tears beginning to fill his eyes, and the android leaned over, his elbows on his legs. His LED flashed from a darkened blue to an instant purple, now flashing at a rapid pace. His pupils dilated and his voice was trapped in his throat, ensnared like a fly in a web.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Connor couldn't move. He can't move. He was shaking. He was crying. His hands gripped at his hair. What was wrong? Why was he stuck? Why can't he move? Why can't he speak? Why can't he do anything? He was frozen in place. He was trapped.

He slammed his eyes shut, spiraling into a crying fit, his throat tightening as a soft sob escaped him. He could have done more, he should have done more! He was terrified of losing Hank, his friend, his partner, and his father figure. He wouldn't be able to bare it…!

"Hey… Buddy…"

He suddenly felt warmth wrap around his hands and Connor's eyes flashed open. He didn't see Hank at all like he hoped but he was surprised to see Gavin kneeling before him, his hands locked in his own.

"D-Detective Reed…" Connor mumbled, shaking slightly.

"I need to you try to relax," Gavin said, his voice surprisingly calm. "Hank is going to be okay."

"Hank is going to be okay…" Connor repeated, his voice shaky.

"Yeah… Now, I need you to follow what I do, okay?" Gavin inhaled. "Take a deep breath…"

Connor followed his movements, inhaling a huge gulp of air, his inhalation shaky as well.

"Now, let it out…" Gavin sighed and Connor followed him. They repeated this for a few moments, Connor's LED went from blinking purple too now is a mix of purple and blue.

In and out…In and out….In and out…

His worries began to lift, his mind beginning to clear, his emotional state returning to normal. Hank was going to be okay. Hank was going to be okay…

But why was Gavin helping him? Didn't he hate androids to the bitter core? Why was he being so nice to him?

"You alright?" Gavin asked.

Connor only nodded. Gavin patted his hands and sat next to him, leaning back in his seat and putting his hands behind his head. They both sat there in silence until Gavin spoke.

"I didn't think an android would have a panic attack like that…"

Connor looked at him, running the back of his hand to wipe the tears from his cheeks.

"You were scared, huh…?" He asked and Connor nodded. He only nodded slightly, taking this information in. "...Maybe… You are human after all?"

Gavin suddenly sighed, blushing. "Whatever, just, I'm glad you're okay!"

Connor smiled a little. He knew what he was trying to say and he accepted it as such. He folded his hands again and took a deep breath, now closing his eyes and counting down the minutes until he could see Hank.

"Thank you, Detective Reed."

O0O

Being escorted to Hank's room, Connor rushed in after seeing his familiar face and gave him a hug, much to Hank's dismay.

"H-Hey Connor. O-ow… Can you loosen up a bit!"

"Sorry, Lieutenant…"

Connor sniffled, tears threatening to fall as he loosened his grip. "I'm so glad you're okay, lieutenant!"

Hank shrugged, struggling to sit up. "Ehh… Same shit, new day…"

Connor smiled wide. He missed his voice, he missed his "not give a fuck" attitude. He missed him. He was so glad he was alright and yet... He felt ashamed he couldn't do more. He looked down.

"What's the matter? I bore you already?" He heard Hank ask and he shook his head. "Then what is it?"

Connor took a deep breath and looked up at him. "I was scared…"

Hank blinked and continued to listen.

"I was scared of losing you, Lieutenant, I knew I should have done more but I couldn't... " He said.

I thought you were going to die.

"No... Connor... You did everything you could. I'm grateful for you being by my side but you must remember, that's what happens when you are a police officer, Connor. Being shot isn't a big deal for me… Well, not anymore. Criminals have shot me before."

But it is a big deal, I could have lost you.

Connor shook his head. "I was terrified, Hank! I-I… I can't explain but I… I lost myself in the waiting room."

A panic attack, was it?

"You… lost yourself?" Hank raised an eyebrow.

Connor nodded. "Detective Reed was there and he helped me calm down but I… I was so scared of losing you… Gavin told me it was a panic attack."

"Really? GAVIN helped you? For fuck sake, is everyone turning a new leaf?!"

"I-I don't know but… I'm so glad you're alright, Lieutenant."

Connor hugged him again (gently this time), the tears threatening to fall again. Hank was okay. Detective Reed was right. Hank was okay.

All he had to do, was breathe. Noted: Thank Detective Reed formally when he sees him again.

"Are you okay, son?"

"I'm fine now... It was... It was so much..."

"You can tell me? I'll listen."

"Thanks, Lietenant."