Enjoy!
Finally, Connor was back home.
Sumo was all over him, sniffing and licking and knocking him over. Connor gave him loving pets all over and received dog drool in return.
But he was happy.
Hank even sat down next to him (after cauterizing Connor's wounds) and gave Sumo some belly rubs while Connor rubbed his head, and the dog had never smiled brighter. Connor forgot all about the day's stresses.
Almost.
Almost, because after a while is head started hurting again, but it was different this time. It wasn't so loud. It was quieter, deeper pitched, and over all less. Connor tried to put it out of his mind--it would go away, and it wasn't so bad, and there was no reason to bother Hank with it or go to CyberLife for repairs. And he would have forgotten about the "headache" had his stomach not started to hurt as well.
Again, this pain was far different from either of the two he had felt today. It felt like his stomach was both collapsing and exploding at the same time, and his throat felt full.
He only hugged tighter onto Sumo, hoping that all this new pain would go away and he would never feel anything like it again. He kept quiet, he pet the dog, he leaned on Hank, everything he would normally do...
But a father knows when his son doesn't feel right, even when his LED is hidden against his shoulder.
"So where does it hurt?" Hank asked, matter-of-factly.
Connor sighed. "My head again...and my stomach..." he whispered.
Hanked nodded and rubbed Connor's shoulder. "You know what that means, son..." he sighed in a sympathetic tone.
Connor shook his head gently. "Hank, I'll be be okay..." honestly at this point Connor knew Hank wouldn't take him to CyberLife. A repair shop--all where android stores used to be--would be the first choice. And going there seemed like a good idea...
He shut his eyes tight. "Hank...it really hurts..." he swallowed, feeling like something was stuck in his throat as his stomach flipped.
"It's okay, come on, let's go," Hank whispered, slowly standing up. Connor shifted, and the pain in his stomach worsened. It grew so bad he felt like all of his biocomponents were about to be thrown out of his mouth. He really felt like they were...he really...
The room started swaying, and Connor was having a hard time doing anything other than trying not to fall apart. His LED had quickly changed from blinking yellow to flashing red.
Suddenly blue blood gushed out of his mouth.
Connor coughed, thick, oily thirium dripping down his chin. ...what had just happened...?
"Connor! Shit, are you alright?" Hank knelt back down next to him, putting a hand on Connor's back.
Connor wasn't sure how to answer the question. Was he bleeding internally? If so, it would have been so...violent for him to lose thirium externally. It would have dripped, slowly...in his mouth, down his chin, on his clothes...
Some thirium was harshly ejected from his mouth again.
Connor coughed, nearly choking. His stress levels rose dramatically. Wait, was Hank talking? What was Hank saying? Once he could breath again he tried to focus on his voice, but now everything was blurry and distant-sounding.
"It's okay Connor, we're gonna go to a repair shop. We're not going to CyberLife, okay? Just a repair shop,"
Apparently Hank was carefully trying to pick him up and move him. Connor weakly tried to cooperate, but he was distracted by a red notification in the corner of his eye.
THIRIUM LEVELS LOW
"Thirium..." he whispered, standing up with his arms thrown around Hank's neck, leaning on him for support.
"Yeah, thirium, it's all over the place, Connor," Hank told him worriedly.
"Need more thirium..." Connor clarified as Hank began helping him walk to the door.
"We're gonna get you more thirium, it's okay," Hank reassured, altough he still had a concerned expression on his face. He opened the door and helped Connor over to the passenger seat.
Connor was thankful for the help, buckling himself as Hank got in. He shut his eyes and leaned on the car framing.
"Stay awake, Connor, it's gonna be okay," Hank comforted as he began to drive.
"Awake...?" But androids don't sleep...although he did feel rather low on energy...
"...please Connor," Hank pleaded.
He opened his eyes a bit--and shuddered at the amount of energy it took from him. "I'm here..."
Hank smiled sadly, glancing between him and the road. "You're gonna be okay, son. It's gonna be okay."
"...what happened?" Connor asked weakly.
"...you threw up, Connor," Hank stated like a young doctor who had to give bad news.
"Hmm..." Connor could hardly register the information. Maybe he would "sleep..." everything was just a blur at thia point. He was so...tired...
"Connor? Hey, Connor, please, don't go to sleep. It's gonna be okay, we're almost there, just stay awake..."
But Connor had already shifted into idle mode.
He had fallen asleep.
A/N: Sorry it's so late, I wasn't feeling up to writing the nausea, but I'm all good now so I finished it! I plan on working on this more often!