Everything felt as though it was happening so suddenly.
On November 5th, his son had been injured, and Markus was
killed in front of his eyes. For three days, he stayed by Leo’s
side, but ultimately was urged to go home for the sake of his
health. He’d had to get himself a new caretaker, much to his
dismay, and things felt as though they were only going to get
worse.
By that afternoon, he’d heard of the news circulating about
the android at Stratford Tower. The old man didn’t see much
of the coverage, however. With hardly the energy to do much
as it was, Carl really didn’t feel like spending his time listening
to the depressing bullshit that was the news. His life at that
moment was already as much of a sob story as he could
handle.
His newest caretaker, Alexander, was the one who answered
the door for the two men (a police lieutenant and an android)
that evening. As much as he wanted to turn away the two,
when the elder of the two flashed his badge, he didn’t have all
too much of a choice.
“I would suggest being delicate with him. Carl’s condition has
only been getting worse since the incident,” The android
informed them, and Hank stiffened at the news. The older
man did appear to know Carl in a way, but hadn’t voiced that
connection just yet.
“...We’ll be sure to be careful,” He assured, and followed
behind the caretaker as he led the both of them up to the
artist’s bedroom.
Beside Carl’s bed was a monitor that kept a close eye on the
old man’s breathing and heart rate, while a basket of medicines
sat on the side table just behind it. Just seeing Carl like this
made Hank’s heart hurt. Seeing the look on the older man’s
face when they entered his room wasn’t much better.
Despite his body’s weakness, he scowled at the both of them
before his eyes focused on the graying police lieutenant.
“I’ve talked to enough cops, Hank. Get out of here,”
