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Hank knew something was off when he woke up without the aid of a particular deviant's cheerful voice. He sat up in bed and saw that there weren't any lights on in the house, that told him that Connor either wasn't awake or he was being extremely quiet, neither option gave Hank any confidence.
Pushing himself out of his bed, he quietly opened his bedroom door and walked into the living room. As he expected, Connor was still in rest mode. Hank sighed loudly before marching over to the sleeping deviant, he shook his shoulder gently.
"Connor. Wake up." he ordered, the LED on the side of Connor's head flashed to a yellow colour before cycling back to blue, Hank heard the deviant make a surprisingly human sounding groan before his eyes opened slightly. "Hank?" Connor muttered, in a somewhat tired tone, could androids even get tired? Hank smirked, "Yeah that's me son, how come your still asleep?" he asked.
Connor sat himself upright, he winced as the action caused an unusual pressure to build up behind his eyes, "I am not sure, my internal alarm must have failed to sound therefore leaving me to rest." he theorised, Hank nodded along while he studied his partner closely. He noticed that Connor's LED wasn't it's usual blue colour, instead it was a wary yellow colour instead.
"You feeling alright son? Your light thing is yellow." Hank quizzed, his tone serious. Connor shuffled himself to the edge of the couch before pulling himself to his feet, the action was heavily rejected by his body as it caused a wave of dizziness to crash over him. The deviant swayed dangerously on his feet, Hank reacted quickly and put a sturdy hand on his shoulder to steady him, one of Connor's arms had made its way around his abdomen.
"Steady there Connor, what's wrong with ya?" Hank asked, Connor tried and failed to straited his posture, "I am... unsure." he replied, it worried Hank that he hadn't even tried to deny that there was indeed something wrong with him. Just as Hank was about to speak, a cough from Connor cut him off. He gave the deviant a dumbfounded look only to get a very confused on in return.
"That was... unexpected, I apologise." Connor stated, the older man quickly recovered from his shock and shook his head, "There is no way in hell I'm letting you go to work today." he said, Connor's expression almost made him laugh.
"But-" the deviant started, "No, we're not goin' in, end of story. Now sit your ass down on the couch and rest." he ordered, Connor gave a look of both defeat and annoyance before sitting himself down on the couch, the dull ache in his artificial stomach was become more noticeable and was starting to cause him... pain. A quiet, pained whine escaped his mouth, he moved his arms to wrap around his abdomen protectively. Hank paused and glanced back towards his partner, he noticed the pained look on Connor's face and felt worry pang in his chest.
"Connor? You aright?" Hank asked, Connor opened his mouth in an attempt to reply but all he could manage was a pained moan as his artificial stomach cramped, Hank frowned in concern. He walked over to the distressed deviant and lowered himself down next to Connor.
"Connor, what's wrong?" he asked softly, Connor gripped his abdomen and whimpered. Hank put his hand on the deviant's shoulder but frowned when Connor practically melted into the touch, "You going to be okay?" he questioned, Connor shook his head, "My... my artificial stomach is... causing me major discomfort.." he forced out. Hank dared to smirk slightly, "Sounds like you're sick, son." he said. Connor gave a weak glare.
"Androids do not... get sick." he informed, Hank chuckled and patted Connor's shoulder, "But deviants seem to, try lying down for a while." he suggested. The sick deviant nodded before lowering himself so that he was lying down on the couch, he received a sharp pain in his artificial stomach in return causing him to moan in discomfort. Hank gave the deviant a sympathetic look, he got an idea.
"Stay here for a minute, Connor." he said as he headed for the kitchen, "I'm just going to get something." he added, Connor nodded before resting his head down on the couch. Due to all the noise, Sumo woke up and looked over at his owners. He padded over to where Connor was and pushed his nose against the deviant's hand. Connor gave a weak smile and pet his head, "Good boy Sumo." he whispered.
While Sumo took care of Connor, Hank quickly went into the kitchen and looked in one of the cabinets, he grabbed a hot water bottle from the cabinet and filled it halfway with boiling water before going back into the living room. By this point, Sumo had made his way onto the couch and was lying against Connor in an attempt to comfort his sick owner.
Hank scanned Connor's form on the couch, he was curled up in a ball with his arms wrapped around his stomach. He walked over and kneeled down beside him, "Connor? I got up something to help with the pain." Hank told the deviant, Connor looked up at him, when he saw the water bottle he shot Hank a confused look. The senior detective laughed at the look as he pushed the hot water bottle into Connor's arms.
"Hold that against your stomach, it should help with the pain." he explained, after a moment of hesitation, Connor complied with the suggestion. He realised that the heat was helping to calm the pain in his artificial stomach, his body relaxed slightly. "Thank you Hank." he said to his friend. Hank nodded before pulling himself up and walking to the bathroom, he grabbed a bucket and went back to where Connor was.
Placing the bucket down beside the deviant, Hank sat himself down in his recliner chair and turned on the TV. He scrolled through the channels before finding one to watch before relaxing into his chair, he made sure to glace over at Connor every now and then. He noticed that Connor had started to watch the TV with him which caused a small smile to appear on his face. Sumo had fallen asleep against Connor though the deviant didn't seem to mind the extra heat.
Hank must've fallen asleep at some point during the day since he was awoken by the sound of vomiting and Sumo whimpering. He jolted awake and looked over towards Connor only to see him being physically sick into the bucket he'd been given, though the thing that caught him off guard was the he was throwing up his own blood. The senior detective rushed to Connor's side, Sumo was licking the sick deviant's hand trying to comfort him while Connor threw up the tainted Thirium from his artificial stomach.
"Easy son." he said in a gentle tone as he rubbed Connor's back with his hand. After a bout of vomiting Connor managed to catch his breath before his stomach betrayed him again causing him to heave more blood blue into the bucket, the whole time Hank was whispering comforting words and rubbing the deviant's back.
After about five minutes, Connor's stomach finally settled and left him a panting mess. "You doing okay Connor?" Hank asked as he took the Thirium-filled bucket from Connor's hands, "N-Not really." he murmured. Hank frowned as he set the bucket down on the floor, "Does your stomach still hurt?" Hank asked, Connor nodded in response to the question before laying himself back down.
Sumo jumped back onto the couch and curled up against Connor, absentmindedly Connor's arms wrapped around Sumo and hugged the fluffy canine, Sumo seemed happy with the affection and fell asleep in the deviant's embrace. "Try get some sleep, alright?" Hank suggested, Connor nodded and fell into a much needed rest mode. Hank chuckled at how quickly Connor fell asleep. "Wish I could fall asleep like that." he said to himself.
Picking the bucket up again, Hank walked into the bathroom and poured the wasted Thirium down the toilet, he washed the bucket out and flushed the blue blood before walking back into the living room. Putting the bucket down where it originally was, Hank sat back in his chair and looked over at Connor. Smiling at the peaceful expression on the deviant's face, Hank eventually fell asleep.