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Chapter 4
I am finally back!! Expect more frequent updates from now on, all of my other projects are slowing down a bit! I am very happy with this for a change, I had a lot of fun with the colouring if you couldn't tell, and this is one of my (many) fav scenes in the fic :) (also first time actually drawing Hank) Fanart of TBYCLY by @tmgt (click for better quality) Prev - Next
Feeling Blue
Fandom: Detroit: Become Human Relationships: Hank Anderson & Connor Characters: Connor, Hank Anderson Tags: Blood & Injury, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Alcoholism, Mild gore, Swearing, Medical Procedures, Angst, Malware, Computer viruses, Trauma Flashbacks, Mentions of Death, references to suicide, dadson fic Summary: Connor becomes infected with malware that tries to kill him, while Hank grapples with the reality of his mortality. OR Connor whump (physically) and Hank whump (emotionally)
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Prompt: Hanging from the wrists + Rescue
This was a prompt challenge for the DBH Whump discord server I’m in (and a mod in), you should totally join if you enjoy dbh whump!
Summary: Connor gets kidnapped by a man determined to get information out of him, but Connor will not budge. Will Keir be able to break Connor down before he's saved?
Warnings: graphic descriptions of torture, but a happy ending. Also, RK1k
Hope you enjoy!
week one: work
After the Android revolution, Connor must train as an officer, just as a human would, before he can reach his previous stature again... he’s not sure how to feel about that.
this is for the dbh found family event!!! I wanted to try something that’s different to my usual style and this event was the perfect excuse
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30 day Whump Prompt Challenge: Day 1 (Crying)
Fandom: Detroit: Become Human
Pairing: Connor x reader
Summary: Connor almost dies trying to you while you interrogate the deviants; he soon after saves you from being shot, and you break down.
Warnings: Violence, blood, fear, swearing, mentions of anxiety and PTSD
The room the Deviant Leader had used to project his message was fairly clean, aside from a few bullet holes and some blue blood. The android that had been working there stood in the small break room attached to the main broadcast centre.
Those at the scene of the crime wore hazmat suits, as to not disturb any evidence. You’d walked in with Connor and Hank, and listened halfheartedly as they rattle off what had happened. Did anyone bother to read reports anymore?
Looking around the scene, your interest was piqued. There was no evidence of violence in the hall, just an unconscious worker. And the person who called the DPD had said that their leader had the chance to kill him, and didn’t.
You look at the security footage, and your eyes narrow. Someone let the 4 deviants in. Must’ve been one of the androids, as the chair in front of it had the triangle logo imprinted on the back of it. Exhaling softly, you glance around before entering the break room.
Three androids stand against the far end of the room, each identical to the next, down the the uniform. Your eyes narrow as you look at each of them. One of them was a deviant. You had no issue with them, in fact you felt that the androids deserved freedom.
But one of these caused another android to die. It could’ve caused injuries. And if you weren’t careful, it could either self destruct, or cause more.
“One of you is a deviant. One of you broke protocol and let in a group of androids.” You begin, not hearing the other android enter the room. His analytical stare bore into each of them, while you didn’t see it.
“You know, your actions could get two innocent android to be killed. If you were to confess now, their lives would be spared. If not..” You trail off for effect. “You’ll all be killed.”
You miss it, but Connor doesn’t; The android on the far left flinched. Connor steps in front of him. “You’re going to be switched off. We’re going to search your memory, and tear you apart, piece by piece, for analysis.” He steps closer, now mere inches away from it’s face.
“You’re going to be destroyed! Do you hear me?” His volume raises, catching you slightly off guard. “Destroyed!”
There’s still no reaction, but Connor isn’t done yet. “You scumbag! I know it’s you!” He grabs it by the collar of it’s uniform. “You’re just a fucking deviant. Go on, admit it!” He brings it closer to his face, and as you step in to intervene, the deviant finally acts.
It throws you aside, and you slam into a table. Groaning, your head begins to ring as you attempt to bring yourself up on your elbows. The deviant pushes Connor into the counter, and slams a blade through his hand. Connor tries to push him off, but the Deviant pulls out his thirium pump.
Tossing it aside, Connor begins to gasp as it steps towards you. It holds another knife, and slams it into your shoulder. You let out a cry out anguish, before it kicks your stomach. Connor falls to the ground behind you, and the deviant runs out.
Tears pool in your eyes as you fight through pain to get to the pump. Connor is trying to crawl, but it’s too far away for him to make it in time. You grab it, and toss it over to him, collapsing onto the ground shortly after. He brings it into his chest again, and gasps loudly.
You had pushed yourself up, and attempted to run after the deviant yourself. You manage to make it into the hall, and Connor runs past you. “That’s the deviant! Don’t let it escape!”
It grabs a gun from an officer beside it, and Connor does the same, shooting it directly through the head before it can even aim.
You collapse against the side of the wall, tears streaming down your face due to pain. Your vision is swimming and white at the edges. “Y/n!” Connor runs over, throwing the gun to the side.
Hank’s face went white as he finally lays eyes on you. “Someone call a fucking doctor!” His voice carries, and someone comes into the room. Connor gently picks you up, bringing you back into the break room, much to your discomfort.
You were shaking, you knew that. You were in so much pain, and you were utterly terrified. You almost died. You could’ve easily been killed, Connor was almost killed.
“Hey, stay with me, Y/n,” Connor says gently, letting your hand grip his as the paramedic pulls the knife out of your shoulder. You let out a bloodcurdling scream, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks. It pained Connor to see you this way, but he couldn’t pinpoint why. Androids couldn’t feel emotions.
As they wrapped your shoulder, your head rests on Connors. Your face was pale and gaunt, exhausted from crying but still in excruciating pain. The paramedic hands you two pills. “The red one is a painkiller; the white is an iron pill. They should help.”
You swallow both, and the reality you’ve been avoiding finally hits you. You almost died. Connor almost died. That deviant could’ve killed Hank, and all of the people you worked with in that hallway.
A choked sob escapes your throat, and Connor’s eyes shoot to your face in alarm. “Y/n, it’s going to be ok, we’re ok,” He tries, but you weren’t there mentally. Your breathing picks up, and you begin to mumble soft apologies. While you knew you could die on the force, you didn’t want to see him be killed. Not like that.
Your last partner had been killed in a Red Ice raid, his organs pulled out by a deviant. This was too similar to that. “Y/n, look at me,” Connor’s voice breaks through the haze you found yourself in.
“You’re ok; I’m ok, see? Everything is ok now,” He smiles a little, and your heart skips a beat. This was unlike him, but god fucking damn it, you needed it.
“You won’t lose me like you lost them; I know that was a hard thing to experience, but I’m an android. I can’t die.” His voice was soft, and held a small hint of sadness in it. Strange, but you didn’t care in that moment.
You wrap your arms around him, which he awkwardly reciprocates. “You’re ok; I promise.”
// I am going to try to do a 30 day Whump challenge! The original prompts came from @whumptopia. I don’t claim the prompts as my own, but the story is. If you want to repost it, that’s alright, but please please please give me credit! Thank you!
Bonus:
Chapter 3 - Part 2
This has been in my drafts for so long istg! I have been trying to draw Gavins hair from the back in a way that doesn't look goofy for majority of the last week, and have finally given up. My artistic interpretation of the scene was that he had a bad hair day I guess 😭 Also somehow this is my first time drawing Hank(the back of Hanks head) Fanart of TBYCLY by @tmgt (click for better quality)
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“A whole new world (without pain)” (Connor whump w/Friendship gender neutral reader) ❤️🩹
Summary: Connor is wound up and in constant pain from his overused and strained muscles and joints, but doesn’t realise it isn’t normal since he has functioned like that since his deviancy. Until reader, a physical/ massage therapist working at the DPD offers him a massage and is horrified to find him so tense. Reader takes the time and care to bring the poor android some much needed relief.
Warnings: none
A/N: I want to specify that I’m in no way a trained physical or massage therapist and therefor I do not guarantee for accuracy in this fic. I did the best I could with research and my own experiences from physical therapy when I’ve been treated for various sport injuries. That said, please be lenient in your judgement if you have better knowledge than me on the area. I just wanted to write a whumpy massage fic for pleasure 👏🏻
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You’d been working at the DPD for a few months by now. The management had decided to try and do something to nurture a more healthy environment for the precinct’s increasingly stressed out personnel and one of their initiatives was hiring you as a full time physiotherapist. You had been offered a well equipped treating area upstairs where you offered treatment, consultations and the occasionally rehab session for all the precinct’s officers and other personnel.
Every Tuesday and Friday however people could book you as you’d do rounds and offer 15 minutes of shoulder/ neck massages at peoples own desks to help them loosen tight muscles that inevitably would come from being hunched over a computer screen for too long at a time. Today was Tuesday and your were making your was down to the bullpen. You looked at your pad to see who was your first appointment; Chris Miller.
You smiled as you entered the open office. You loved doing what you did and the people you worked with. You loved to help them feel better, to soothe aches and ease peoples pain. It might not feel like much, but you knew how much difference you did for your patients and that was reward enough in itself.
“Time to get to work.” You muttered cheerily to yourself.
You entered the office and was immediately greeted warmly by most of the people on shift, many which you had appointments with during your day. But first thing first, you made your way to officer Miller’s work station. “Chris you and I have a date my man!” You called in a cheerful voice.
Chris looked up from his screen and smiled. “We sure do! Thank god you’re here Y/N, my neck is killing me. I’ve been looking forward to this all week!”
“Well, lets see what we can do for you then.” You replied as you settled behind his chair. You set the 15 minute timer on your watch and placed your hands on his shoulders to do what you did best.
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Your day went ahead as scheduled until you reached your last appointment of the day. You looked around the office for Officer Pearson who wasn’t at her desk, as was protocol when you’d been booked.
“Anyone seen Pearson?” You asked out into the room.
“Yeah, she had to go home with a stuffed nose and fever ten minutes ago.” Lieutenant Hank Anderson answered you from his own desk.
“Oh, poor her. I hope she feel better soon.” You said in compassion.
“She asked us to offer you her apologies for not having enough time to cancel her appointment with you, but she didn’t want to risk infecting you.” Connor, Anderson’s partner and more or less adopted son, added from his own seat across from the lieutenant. You’d spoken to him a few times and found him really kind and sweet, but he’d never booked your services himself even though he’d made Anderson come see you a few times when his back would act up, as the man was often too stubborn to do anything about it before he was in incapacitating pain.
“That’s alright, but seems like I have a slot open then. Why don’t I work on you Connor? You’ve never taken advantage of my service before, its about time I’d say.” You offered the kind android.
Connor seemed a little taken aback by your offer and made his LED spin yellow a few times in contemplation. “I’ve no need of your service, I’m functioning at full capacity.” He answered.
“Yeah, but you can still enjoy a massage without it having to be about increasing function. I’ve worked on Susan and Michael plenty of times and they seem to enjoy it.” You said, referring to the precinct’s android receptionist team, and made your way closer to the desks. You’d found that android’s synthetic muscles weren’t all that different from human’s. The anatomy was basically the same, but android’s muscles were more durable and could handle a lot more strain before getting injured, tense or pulled.
“It just seems like a waste of your time, Y/N. There’s probably someone more in need of your attention than me taking your last appointment for simple.. Enjoyment.” Connor rationalised.
“I promise you it’s not a ‘waste of my time’ and you’re not hogging my time from anyone else.” You reassured the detective.
Connor seemed on the verge to protest again when the lieutenant cut in. “Come on kid, you deserve to unwind a bit. You’ve been working cases back to back for the last three weeks. Treat yourself a little. I promise you it’s worth it.”
“Yeah Connor, seriously try it! Y/N’s the best!! You’ll feel like you’re floating afterwards.” Chris Miller added from his seat across the room.
Connor was silent a few seconds later, but finally gave in. “Alright then, I suppose I could try it.” He agreed.
You smiled warmly and made your way the last few paces to take your stand behind his chair. “Can you remove your blazer please, the less layers the better.” You requested as you set your timer.
Connor did as you asked and removed his grey blazer to lay it across his desk before he leaned slightly forward, resting his forearms on there as well, as he’d seen your other patients do to give you a better reach to his neck and broad shoulders.
You placed your hands on each shoulder with your thumbs at base of his neck and applied a firm pressure to work into the muscle and.. Nothing.. Despite your strong force there was absolutely no give in the tissue beneath your fingers. You bit your lip and applied all your strength which were saying something (in your profession you had to have strong hands to work) and this time you did manage to make the muscle give just the tiniest bit as you swept your thumbs upwards. Beneath you, you heard Connor let out an almost inaudible hiss an saw his LED switch to yellow at his temple.
You eased up the pressure again and lowered your hands to asses across and under his shoulders, feeling your concern grow as you already had a suspicion on what you were going to find. Sure enough, you might as well have been trying to palpate a brick wall! Never in your life had you felt this tight and wound up muscles and it went down his whole back. The fact that android synthetic muscles were much more resistance to exactly this kind of tension only made it that much more horrifying that it’d gotten to be this bad. This wasn’t just something he’d developed overnight, this had been accumulation for a long, long time, how was he even functioning?! You knew androids feel pain because of a mutation in their code when they deviate so he had to be in absolute agony!
You tried to switch over to using the entire heel of your hand so you could use your entire body weight to try and loosen the rock hard knots under his right shoulder.
Connor’s light abruptly turned red and he let out another hiss of pain although much louder this time, his eyes pinched shut. “I’m sorry to say this, but.. This is not as pleasant as you made it out to be.” He groaned through clenched teeth.
“Yeah, no kidding!” You groaned yourself, but you from exertion. “My world Connor, what have you done to yourself? I’ve never felt anyone this tense!”
Anderson looked over at the two of you his eyes starting to show a growing worry. “What’s going on son? Did you hurt yourself again and didn’t tell me?” The older man’s voice held a slight hint of accusation, as if it wouldn’t be the first time Connor had been hiding injury from him.
“No Hank, I-” Another pained gasp interrupted him as you kept trying to make the unrelenting musculature give under your ministrations. “I promise I didn’t!” He finished his head leaned forwards to hide his pinched, pained expression.
“Well, I saw you literally lift a car yesterday to help a man fix his flat tire, you sure you didn’t pull something?” Officer Thomsen chipped in from his own workspace.
“That car only weighed 55% of my maximum capacity.” Connor defended himself.
“And you did jump out a window from the second floor last week when you chased that Red Ice dealer.” Tina added.
“I rolled when I landed!” Connor exclaimed as if that was a reasonable explanation.
“Oh, maybe it was when you..”
“Alright, I think I get the picture.” You interrupted before people could add to the list of reckless behaviour the android may have overtaxed himself while doing. You could feel him tense up even further (how little possible that should have been) beneath your hands. Clearly Connor weren’t comfortable being the centre of attention like this so you thought better to save him from the situation.
“This is an issue Connor, but not something that isn’t fixable. I can’t work probably on you like this however, this needs special attention.” You explained and pulled your hands off him, Connor’s LED turned back from red to yellow in relief. “You need to come see me first thing tomorrow morning in my clinic upstairs though.”
Connor turned slightly in his seat to look at you.“But, I’m working the Jackson case, I can’t..”
“Don’t worry about the case son, Thomsen and I got it covered you just.. Do what you need to do to get better.” Lieutenant Anderson interjected.
“But Captain Fowler expects me to..” Connor tried again.
“I expect my officers to prioritise their health and well-being so I don’t have to worry about sending them out in the field!” Captain Fowler suddenly appeared from the break room, holding a cup of coffee in hand. “If Y/N deems it necessary for you to receive immediate treatment that’s what you’ll do detective.” The man said in a voice that left no room for discussion.
Connor visibly deflated a bit in his seat. “Yes sir.” He still replied respectfully.
“Sooo.. Shall we say 8am tomorrow?” You asked Connor directly for affirmation.
Connor offered you a nod. “Yes, I’ll be there.”
“Alright then, see you tomorrow then Connor.” You walked out the office towards your clinic, you needed to go into this prepared.
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The next morning Connor walked into your clinic at 8am sharp.
“Good morning.” You greeted the detective cheerfully.
“Good morning Y/N. I’m here for my appointment.” He greeted you back professionally.
You grinned a bit. “Yeah I figured. Please take off your jacket, shirt and shoes, but keep standing. I need to do some mobility tests first.” You asked as you lay a clean white sheet across the treatment table.
Connor did as you asked and removed his blazer, draping it across the back of a nearby chair before he tugged off his black tie, unbuttoned his white dress shirt and laid them on the chair as well, lastly toeing off his shoes.
You moved to stand behind him on his right side, but made sure you were still visible in his periphery vision. “First, make sure to let me know if anything feels too uncomfortable of painful, alright?” You instructed.
“Yes, I understand.” Connor agreed readily.
Satisfied you began your examination. “Can you bend forward as far as you can please?” Connor did, he bent all the way down until he was touching the floor flat with both hands. It took you slightly aback that he could manage it after you’d felt how tight his muscles were yesterday, that movement should be much too painful to preform to that extend. As that thought crossed your mind you noticed his LED had changed from a calm blue to a fast spinning yellow at his temple, but his expression was as calm as ever.
“Okay, and back up.” You instructed.
Once again Connor did as you asked and you watched as his LED returned to a flicker between blue and yellow. You gently placed a hand on the side of both his shoulders. “Now stretch as far as you can to the left.” You guided his movement as he did while you watched both the range of his movement but also his LED. You made him repeat the motion to the other side and, as before, he seemed to have full range, but each time he was in outer positions his LED would flicker to fast spinning yellow.
“Have a seat on the table please.” You asked and Connor got up on the surface in compliance.
“Just relax as much as you can while I guide your joints through some movements and remember, tell me if anything feels too painful.” You repeated and did some extensive mobility checks on both of his elbows and wrists and then had him lay down flat on the padded table and tested both his knee and ankle joints as well. You could move them all in almost full range, but you felt a distinct resistance in all of his joints while doing so. Throughout it all Connor’s LED again spun yellow and if you hadn’t been looking so closely you’d probably never have noticed, but you could see how his eyes tightened just the tiniest bit in discomfort as you worked. The android never uttered a single complaint however. When you stopped you noticed Connor let of a small sigh of relief.
“Okay, please sit up for a bit.”
Connor sat up in a fluent motion and leaned back on his hands braced on the table behind him and looked at you intently, showing he was listening. You pulled up a desk chair and took a seat so you could sit facing him.
“I just want to talk to you a bit before we begin treatment to understand you a bit better.” You said, making sure to keep you voice soft and empathic.
“Okay.”
“During these initial range of motion tests we just completed, did any of them feel just slightly uncomfortable or painful?” You asked him.
Connor looked a bit confused by your question. “Yes.” He answered honestly.
“Did it feel very uncomfortable or painful even? I saw your LED shift quite a lot.” You pushed.
Connor looked a bit hesitant to answer, but eventually did. “I suppose it did, yes.”
“All of them hurt you to do, right?” You stated more than asked and was confirmed when Connor answered with a simple. “Yes.”
“Then why didn’t you say anything? I told you to let me know if anything hurt.” You asked, careful to not sound accusing, but more curious and maybe a bit worried.
“Technically, you told me to let you know if anything felt too painful or uncomfortable and it didn’t feel any worse or more painful than it has always been whenever I move around, so I saw no point in stating the obvious.” Connor explained in a very matter-of-fact way.
You looked at him for a few seconds, only blinking a few times as you processed that sentence. Once you’d gone over it a few times in your head and was sure you’d understood correctly you opened your mouth to get clarity. “I’m sorry Connor, but.. Are you telling me you’ve been this tense and felt pain whenever you’re moving? Like.. Since you deviated?”
Connor started to look very confused. “I mean.. Yeah.. The pain is always there in the background it always has been. It’s worse when I move or I need to push myself physically in the field, of course but..” His confusion ebbed away into uncertainty as he watched your expression change into one of deep worry and sympathy in front of him. “But.. Isn’t that.. Normal?” He finished in a thinner voice.
You shook your head slowly. “God.. No.. No Connor.. Your body isn’t supposed to hurt all the time.. That’s..” You paused, collecting yourself a bit. “Can you tell me if you suffered any injuries before you deviated?”
Connor’s eyes turned unfocused and his LED spun yellow, this time because he was processing his time from his activation up until his deviation. It only took five seconds before his brown eyes returned back to you, alert once more, and he started to sum up his findings;
“I was shot in both my shoulders, I was gut punched by detective Reed, been tackled, I was hit by two cars on the highway, I fell off a building twice, fell through a window, I was in a few fights, once a deviant ripped out my thirium pump and stabbed my hand to a counter with a kitchen knife then-”
“Alright, I get it. That’s plenty, thank you!” You interrupted his list sensing he wasn’t near done but having heard plenty to make a calculated conclusion “Your body suffered so much trauma and injury before you deviated, that being in constant pain has become your ‘normal’, because that’s how its always been for you ever since you became deviant.. It’s horrible that’s how it’s been for you, but it explains a lot.”
Connor seems to process your words for a few seconds. “Oh.. I suppose that makes sense..” He muttered then rubbed his neck and sighed. “Well, I feel a bit foolish now to be honest.. I just.. I really thought it was normal to feel this way..” He looked at you slightly lost. “It wasn’t until yesterday, after you seemed so shocked at my condition, I began to suspect something wasn’t right..”
“Hey.” You placed a gentle hand on the android’s knee, catching his eyes again and offered him a soft smile. “It’s not foolish Connor. Not at all! This has just always been your reality. The important thing is now you know this isn’t how it’s supposed to be and I want to do everything I can to help take his pain away from you so you never have to suffer alone like this again, deal?”
Connor seemed to peak up a little by your reassurance and managed a small smile of his own. “Deal.” He agreed.
“Good. Now tell me.. Where do you find your pain to be most intense for you most days?”
“My shoulders, lower back and both my knees usually causes me most discomfort.”
“Then that’s the areas we’ll focus on first, starting with your back today. Now I’m sorry but I’m afraid this won’t be very pleasant, at least not to begin with, but it’s a necessary evil. Just promise me to let me know if you need a break or if something feels off, I know your pain threshold is high but that just makes it that more important for you to comunicate with me, ok?”
Connor nodded. “I understand Y/N. I’ll do my best.”
Satisfied you instructed Connor to take off his pants as well and get situated under the sheet draped over the table on his front, to make sure he was as comfortable as possible and giving you unobstructed access to his entire back without issue. You left the room briefly to give him some privacy to get settled and used the time to fetch the oil you were going to use. When you returned the android was laying as instructed.
You made sure to announce your presence before you gently placed a hand on his bare shoulder. “Since your synthetic muscles in your entire back is so tense and knotted already I’m going to use a massage gun-” You showed him the device in your other hand under the table where his face peaked through the hole supporting the head. “- to help me loosen you up while sparring my hands a bit. It uses a combination of vibrations and heat and can feel a bit intense, but it hardly makes any noise so again, if you need a break or anything else just let me know.”
“I will.”
“Good, I’m gonna begin then.” You turned the gun on a medium setting, making the rounded ball in the front vibrate back and forth. You touched the tip and could feel a pleasant warmth emanating from it as well, ready to seep in and help loosen the tight muscles. With practiced ease you pressed it down to run along his upper neck and down the trapezius muscle on his left.
Connor let out a soft groan as no doubt the sensation aggravated his sore synthetic tissue. You winched a bit in sympathy, but there really was nothing for it and repeated the motion on his other side with the same response. You worked over his neck and shoulder area for about 10 minutes and then moved on to run the palpating device down along the dorsi muscles next to his spine. The hand not holding the gun ran ahead, feeling out where the worst knots were located so you could pause and work out the worst tension where it’s most needed. Connor kept as silent and stoic throughout the session as well as you suspected, but still couldn’t suppress the occasional hiss or groan of discomfort whenever you needed to work out a tight knot. You managed to reach his lower back where, sure enough, the tension was worst. You’d just located a particular hard knot on the right side and moved the gun over it when you felt Connor tense up gripping the edge of the table and pushed his chest off with a gasp.
“Break..” He called out. “I need a break, please.” He groaned out in a pained voice.
You immediately pulled away, turning off the massage gun and setting it on a table next to you. “Of course.” You walked over to a storage cupboard where you’d stacked up different kinds of thirium packs and selected a lemon ice tea flavoured one, you’d been assured by Hank was one of the detective’s favourites. “Here, try and drink a bit of this.” You offered.
Connor looked up at the offered drink as he lay with his elbows resting on the surface of the padded table. His face was flushed blue and there were a tightens around his eyes. He accepted the blue blood and took a generous drink. “Thanks.” He breathed and allowed you to take back the half empty pack. “Sorry, I just.. That spot has always been.. Troublesome..” He explained, avoiding eye contact and looking slightly embarrassed about his outburst.
“No need to apologise, I know this isn’t pleasant, but you’re doing really well. I you prefer we can call it a day and pick up again tomorrow.” You proposed.
Connor shook his head gently. “No it’s okay.. I can take it.”
“It’s not an issue being able to take it Connor, I know you can, but this is not a race. Your health is what’s most important and we’ll get you sorted in a tempo your body is comfortable with and no faster.”
Connor looked at you and seemed to muse over your words for a few moments before he nodded solemnly. “I understand, still.. I feel okay to continue for a bit more.” He said honestly.
You took his words at face value. “Alright, I promise I’ll be gentle.”
After he’d settled back down you picked up the massage gun once more, but adjusted it to a lower setting. You positioned it back down on the knotted tissue, being careful to only apply a mild pressure. Connor tensed up again for a few seconds before you felt him pulling a few deep breaths, forcing his body to try and relax as much as possible. You worked the area over, taking your time as you gradually increased the pressure, feeling the muscle give little by little. Once there was some give and the muscle beneath had been penetrated with enough warmth you turned off the machine and picked the good oil, pumped a bit into you palm to warm in your hands.
“I’m just going to try and loosen you up some more with my hands, keep breathing for me.” You informed softly.
“Okay..” Connor huffed.
You placed your hands down and glided across the still tense muscle to work the oil in. Using your thumbs and heel of your hands you worked slowly deeper and deeper into the straining fibres. Your patience was rewarded when you finally felt the hard knot release.
Connor couldn’t hold back a deep and long groan of pure relief as he felt a huge portion of that constant tension that’d been his companion all days suddenly easing. “Aaaahhhh!”
You smiled triumphantly. “There we go.” You coaxed as you kept rubbing the area throughly for a few more minutes. You shifted over to work out the worst tension on the left side as well, using your own body weight to borrow deep, goading more deep groans of content from the android. You worked your way upwards again, this time keeping your touch and pressure more gentle and alleviating, letting the soothing oli and warmth from the friction of your hands do their things. Returning to the shoulders and neck, you kneaded the muscles along the natural alignment on both sides until you reached all the way up to the hollow in the back of the neck, moving and working down one arm then the other and repeating.
“I’m.. Starting to see why- Ahhh~ People enjoy yo- oohhhh~ ur treatments.. Ah! That’s good right there!” Connor groaned as you worked out yet another knot under his left shoulder blade. He could feel more and more tension melt from his overworked muscles the more you worked.
“See, told you I was good.” You joked with a smile, pleased to see that Connor’s pain and discomfort had eased considerably already. You worked and loosened the tight muscles for another 10 minutes, then did a last sweeping, calming rub down of his entire back area before you pulled back after one last lingering touch. You took one of your soft, white flannels and gently wiped down the excess oil from the android’s back in soothing motions.
“There, I think that’s enough for today. Try and sit up, but do it slowly, you might find yourself a bit lightheaded.”
Connor did as you asked and pushed himself up to sit on the table, keeping the sheet covering his legs. He experimentally rolled his shoulders and twisted his back slightly from side to side and looked at you with a smile and joy in his eyes. “It feels so much better already! This is amazing!!” He grinned.
You couldn’t hold back a wide smile of your own. Seeing the immense relief and restitution just one session had helped the strained android detective was what made your work so rewarding. There was still a long way to go, but this was a good start. “I’m so glad. We’ll get you up and running pain free before you know it. Here..” You handed him the last half of the thirium pack. “Drink this up before you get up and get dressed and let’s set you up for another treatment tomorrow to work on you joints, sounds good?”
Connor nodded his consent as he took a sip of his thirium. “Yes, very good. Thanks for taking care of me Y/N.”
“Of course Connor, always. That’s what I’m here for.” You smiled softly. “Take all the time you need ok, I’ll be in the other room filling out your chart, but let me know before you’re leaving.”
“I will, thank you.” Connor smiled back.
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Over the course of the following three weeks Connor came to you for treatment several times a week to work out his many issues. Many of your sessions would start off painful and uncomfortable for the android, but he said the initially pain was worth it for the relief you’d always bring him at the end of each visit. During this time the two of you grew closer and closer and a rewarding friendship formed between you as you found each other’s company both highly enjoyable and humorous. Little by little Connor improved, thanks to your expertly help and guidance, until he’d made a full recovery and could finally feel how much easier he could move and work without being in constant pain. It was a whole new world for him and he treasured every minute of his new existence.
It was the annual DPD barbecue party and Hank had graciously offered his yard and house to host it. Since Connor had entered his life the previously grumpy lieutenant had grown much more sociable and outgoing as he’d learned to enjoy life once again. The entire precinct, you included, stood spread out in the sunny yard. Hank and Ben were manning the grill as people talked, laughed and enjoyed a cold beer or other beverage. A few of the younger officers were taking advantage of the spacious lawn to play a game of football, which Connor participated in very enthusiastically. You watched in amusement as Connor caught the ball and dodged several attempts at tackling as he advanced towards the designated touchdown area in the other end of the yard. He made it all the way and threw the ball to the ground with a joyful cheer and then proceeded to do a freaking backflip in celebration to the chorus of cheers and laughs from his teammates.
“Are you sure your aren’t using you preconstructive softwear to cheat?!” Chris panted with his hands on his knees after having unsuccessfully chased Connor.
“I am not! My speed and dexterity has just improved 21% after Y/N helped me. It’s not my fault I’m too fast for you!” Connor teased in a laughing voice.
Chris looked towards you where you sat in a lawn chair under the shadow of a parasole, drink in your hand. “Damn it Y/N! Why’d you have to make him so damn fast?!” The man yelled at you, clearly joking.
You laughed and lifted your drink in salute. “Because I could! A little competition is healthy Chris!”
“Ah, you young folks are just too soft on him, let me show you how it’s done!” Captain Fowler suddenly chipped in and ran over to join the lineup.
“Alright captain! You’re going down now punks!” Tina cheered and made some taunting gestures towards the opposing team.
“Bring it on!” Connor replied, backing towards his own lineup with his arms spread invitingly and grinning.
“That’s right, give them hell son!!” Hank cheered and clacked his grill tongs loudly.
You laughed heartedly at the joyful atmosphere that filled the warm summer air and you felt proud and happy to see how much Connor could now enjoy life a whole new way thanks to your help.
THE END
