30 Day Whump Prompt Challenge: Day 5 (Fainting)
Fandom: Detroit: Become Human
Summary: During the raid on Jericho, the reader is shot and needs treatment, but tells the others that they’re fine. It’s only after the Reader faints that Connor realizes how badly they were wounded. Now, it’s a race against time.
Warnings: Violence, swearing
“Over here!” The squad leader’s voice echos through the empty, barren metal maze that makes up the hallways of Jericho. Turning a corner, they unleash a wave of ammunition flying through the air, most hitting the 3 deviants who were attempting to escape.
Shaking, you watch as they pass the room you’d ducked into, flashlights and guns still trained on the fallen androids. Thirium, or Blue Blood, streams down your face and your side. You’d been shot, but it had barely missed your biocomponents.
The loss of Thirium would be an issue, but it would sort itself out eventually. As of the moment, you had to get out. You dart out of the room, rounding the corner and leaping over the broken flooring. You vault yourself over debris, and barely manage to catch yourself as you continue to run.
Left, right, left, right, left-
Markus had said there were exits on the 2nd and 3rd floors- You slam into someone, causing shock waves of pain to flood your senses. “Y/n?” A familiar voice catches your ears.
“Connor? I thought-” You were shocked, and scared. He was a deviant hunter, he would kill you-
“I won’t hurt you- I.. I ended up becoming a deviant myself.” You finally bring your gaze to him, and he wasn’t wearing his usual suit, but instead a beanie and jacket.
“Connor, we have to go- This place is gonna blow any second.” Markus comes around the corner, and glances down at you momentarily. North soon follows.
Connor grabs your hand, and helps you to your feet. “The exit is down this hall and to the right- let’s not waste any more time.” North huffs, and together, the 4 of you begin to take off. Markus is the first one to jump off the side of the boat, being followed by North, Connor, and yourself.
The water hit you hard, and almost instantly numbed your senses. You allow yourself to stay under, knowing if you were to go above the surface, you’d be killed. Slowly swimming to the side, you eventually find the pier ladder. You grab onto it, the rust flaking off a little around you. Pulling yourself out of the water, pain rushes to your side once again.
A soft groan forces it’s way out of your lips, and you collapse with a loud thud into the ground. It was even colder now, and you were too focused on catching your nonexistent breath to notice Connor standing a few feet away.
“Y/n, are you alright?” He steps over, his clothing just as drenched as yours. He was shaking slightly, showing he was also feeling the cold.
“Yeah, just give me a moment-” You weren’t lying, you felt ok, though your side throbbed angrily.
You roll onto your side, and make your way onto your feet slowly. Your senses were dulled, and the noise from the outside world seemed far away. You couldn’t quite make out what Connor was saying, but you could read his lips. ‘We have a safehouse we’re heading to; If you need treatment, you can get it there.’
You nod, blinking a little rapidly, before beginning to follow him. Instead of the usual blue of your visual sensors, everything was yellow. You were losing too much Thirium; If your sensors became red, then there was a high chance you would shut down temporarily.
This caused fear to race through your veins. You break into a sprint, Connor shouting after you. You couldn’t hear him; and you had no clue where the safe house even was. You didn’t want to shut down. You didn’t-
A muffled voice is all you can hear, and you force yourself to open your eyes to meet the speaker. There is a countdown on the upper left side of your vision; 10 minutes until permanent shutdown. Your sensors are bright red.
Connor’s voice finally reaches through to you, and you can understand him. “..didn’t you tell me? You could die from this; I don’t want to lose you, you hear me?”
“Connor..?” Your voice came out weak- frail. You hated it.
“Hey, oh god- I’m here, Y/n- I’m gonna pick you up now, alright?” His voice was shaking, and sounded just as frail as your own. Your heart cracks a little, knowing it was your fault.
You merely nod, and he picks you up carefully, a soft cry of agony still escaping your lips. “How long..?” His voice was quiet, and you knew exactly what he was asking.
“9 minutes and 42 seconds,” your voice cracks. He bites his lip, and takes a deep breath.
“I’m gonna have to run to make it. Hold onto me as best as you can; you aren’t going to shut down, ok?” You nod, and his LED flashes blue for a moment, before he takes off at a sprint.
Each step hurt, but the count down didn’t speed up. That, at least, was good. You lost track of how many times he turned a corner, how many streets you went down, how many police vehicles you saw. Your timer was counting down.
2 minutes until permanent shutdown.
“Connor!” Markus’ voice echos through the alleyway, and you force your gaze upwards. An old church stands, with enormous stained glass windows. It was beautiful.
“I need blue blood, and some kind of bandage!” His voice was faded now; One minute left.
A female you’d met on Jericho, Kara, brings the blue bag and bandages over. Her little girl, Alice, was by her side.
Connor lifts your shirt, and sees the damage. “30 seconds,” You croak, and he hurriedly applies the bandage. The pressure hurt, but the timer began to count down a little more slowly. You feel yourself being raised, and a bottle meets your lips.
As you drink, the counter slowly fades, and your systems go back to a light blue. You barely made it.
Connor hugs you carefully, but tightly. “God fucking damnit-” he curses, voice breaking at the end. You hug back, tears pricking the corners of your vision.
“I’m ok now.. Thank you.”
