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brooktrout96 · 3 years

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Hospital Hero

Character A and B are severely injured, but A forces themselves to wake up and take B to the hospital who is in the worst shape and barely alive. At the hospital A drives all the attention to B. And then they can’t do anything anymore but to stand there and desperately watch as the med team helps B (reviving/ inserting IVs/intubation/etc.). It’s only when A is pushed out of the room that their body finally gives up on them and collapses, and the medics just realize. Ties into Sleepy Y/N

Gavin x Platonic Reader

Gavin pushed himself to save his human partner after she got shot. He rushed Y/N to the hospital, the adrenaline was pushing him to make sure she lived but once the doctor pushed out of the room he collapsed as adrenaline wore off

The plan was simple, they would disguise as a brother and sister interested in buying Red Ice and then the two of them would bust the drug ring that the three of them were working for months. That was when everything went FUBAR. A leak must’ve happened and as soon as the two of them entered the room where the buyer would’ve been, they were set fire upon and attacked by grunts that got a few good hits on Gavin, but Y/N was worst off. She was hit in the side of her chest with a bullet or two, eventually Gavin was able to rushed over to her and then he made his escape with her out to the waiting vehicle

Nines,” Gavin said the nickname of his android partner quickly as he loaded Y/N into the back of the vehicle. “We need to get to the nearest hospital or ER right now.” Gavin got into the back as he kept pressure on the wound

Gav.” Y/N groaned in pain as she looked at her partners, eyes drooping. “Can’t feel arms.” She mumbled. “Hurts so much.” She said to him as she lost consciousness. They made it and after Gavin explained to the staff what was going on, they went on the offense and began to treat her. He followed the doctor as the nurse wheeled her into a room and began to set up an IV with fluids and a blood bag as they were getting ready to take her into surgery.

Now go! Your other partner is waiting for you.” The doctor said as he pushed Gavin out of the room. Gavin took one step as the adrenaline finally wore off and he collapsed from the injuries that he had sustain, they weren’t as bad as Y/N, but the pain finally hit him.

~***~

The smell of antiseptics and flowers enter Gavin’s nose as he opened his eyes as a nurse hovered over him.

Good, you’re awake, Mr. Reed. You gave us quite a scare when one of the other nurse stepped out into the hall way and found you collapsed on the ground.” She smiled, and Gavin nodded as she handed him some painkiller. “Here you go something to numb the pain.” Gavin swallowed the pain killers and took a sip of water. The nurse left, and Gavin redressed in his bloodstained clothing, he look over to the clock and saw he was out for two hour, and then went to find out how Y/N was doing

GRPS: Mission Blues

Write that moment when all the characters are waiting in a room, whether this be in the hospital or back at the base or someone’s house. They wait for hours, waiting to hear about Character A, feeling as if they can’t even change their clothes or wash A’s now dried blood out of their hands. (Maybe A could have been in a horrific accident or could have been in the middle of a mission gone wrong.) Suddenly, the person who was allowed to accompany A, or their emergency contact/family member comes bursting through the door as they excitedly yell: “They’re awake!” or “The surgery went well!” or “Everything’s going to be okay.” Ties into Hospital Hero, and Sleepy Y/N

Gavin was pacing the room as he waited with Y/N’s brothers for new if she was alright. It was his fault; she was this way if he had only listen to her. She would be fine and next to her brother playing in the snow and dragging him and Hank into a snowball fight

Gavin’s POV

It had been a long twelve hours after Y/N’s and mine mission went south and she got shot in her side and I rushed her to the hospital and she was dragged into emergency surgery. I looked around the waiting room and saw the RK brother waiting for Hank to return with some news on her condition. I need to go home and change but I can’t not until I find out if Y/N is okay. This was my fault for not bring bullet-proof vest like Y/N suggested. We wouldn’t be in this position. Caleb, I think, I can’t tell the RK800 apart approached me with an concerned look on his face and then which every RK unit he is, he opened his mouth

Hey Gavin, I honestly think you need to go home and recover. Y/N will be okay.” Then I angrily glared at him and said

No, this is my fault that she in this position. I’m staying until I find out that she’s alright.” A hazy memory of an incident back when I was a beat cop with Lisha, and I think Eli flash in my mind. I let out a sigh. “Sorry, I know your worried about her too, but this feels like had I just listen to her before we went undercover and took bullet-proof vests. She wouldn’t be in this mess right now.” I said as I shook my head

Hey, this is her first injury in a long time that wasn’t her fault, right.” The android asked. “I mean from what Hank mention she use to be as reckless as Connor was before he deviated. Throwing herself into the way of danger just to catch the culprit. I mean it became less when Connor arrived and then even less when the rest of us arrived and you and Conan became her partners, right?” I smiled at the android as Hank entered the room and walked toward the five of us as we clamored to hear what Hank had to say

The surgery went well, they were able to remove the bullet from her side and staunch the bleeding.” The five were about to cheer but Hank stopped them. “But they put her in a induced coma, so she wouldn’t feel the pain. Tomorrow, they will pull her out of it, and then keep her here for two weeks to observe her and make sure nothing went wrong. Then she be able to go home but she’ll be on bedrest for eight to twelve weeks depending on how quickly her body replenishes her blood.” We let out a cheer then I let out a sigh that I had been holding

GRPS: Mission Gone Wrong

A character with broken ribs gets caught in a surprise attack that results in them getting a blow to their chest. It flat-out knocks the wind out of them, so they’re left in a heap on the ground, fighting just to breathe, but the grinding of their ribs makes it even harder, and when they finally do manage to inhale again the pain just intensifies that much more. Gavin x sister! Reader

Y/N.” Gavin screamed as he watch the Rogue android grab her and held a gun to her head as Gavin reached for his gun and eventually the Rogue tossed her into a wall and she was gasping for breath and every breath hurt

Hold it, you are under arrest.” Y/N said to their perp with her gun drawn. She hadn’t realized at the time that their perp was an android and he grabbed her in a choke hold and she couldn’t break free of his grip. His arm was right below her lungs and he held a gun to her head. She was wheezing, barely able to breath as Gavin negotiated with android and eventually the android didn’t want to listen anymore and threw her into a wall and took off.

Go after it, Gavin. I’ll be alright. Back up is on its way.” He nodded and took off, but he was worried about her. Being thrown into a wall must have broken some ribs because that looked like it had to hurt.

Y/N POV

I told Gavin to chase after the rogue android and he did just that. I just laid in a heap trying to get air in my lungs. Every small breath wasn’t enough, I took one large breath and the slight pain I was feeling intensified as I groaned in pain and even that hurt. I heard something; I assume Gavin called for backup after I was grabbed by the android. My eye sight is going fuzzy, I can’t see anything, the pain it is getting hard for me to breath. I looked up and saw someone standing over me and then darkness

3rd Person POV

Gavin returned back to check on Y/N after losing the android. She was out of it and in pain, he didn’t need to be an android to know that, but he was worried about moving her for he didn’t know if the android holding her like it did and being thrown into a wall broke anything. The pain coursed through his body from the chase and his moment of klutziness, but he wasn’t worrying about his injuries, right now.

Y/N come on. Stay awake for me. The ambulance is almost here.” He was just worried about his human partner. A voice echoed in the room

Connor are you sure this is the location that Gavin relayed to us.”

I’m sure Colin.” Connor voice echoed as the duo walked into the room where Gavin and Y/N were. Connor looked at Gavin and Gavin began to explain

The prep which we found out to be a Rouge, he got a jump on us and was able to grab Y/N. I was able to negotiate the android to free her, but it threw her into the wall and she told me to chase after it, but I lost it and then came back to check on her.” He looked down at Y/N. “I was worried about broken ribs. So, I decided not to move her until someone could look her over.” Connor scanned her, and Gavin was right about the broken ribs

She has four broken ribs, two on each side and one is close to puncturing her lungs. I hope that moving her won’t cause it to move and puncture her lung. The ambulance is here, you need to be check out.” Connor said as he watch the paramedics lift his sister on to a gurney.

I’m fine, it’s Y/N that I’m worried about.” He said as he joined the paramedics in the back of the ambulance as it head to the hospital.

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thebluestsunshine · 5 years

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You Will Burn pt. 5 (semi-finale)

pt. I / pt. II / pt. III / pt. IV word count: 3000+ notes: ( ͡o ͜ʖ ͡o) are you guys ready?

You go through the next few weeks in a fog. Nines came by daily to check on you, often bringing by things he thought might help, things that really you didn’t need but appreciated none the less like soup, blankets, and even a CD that he thought you might enjoy. Every gesture was offered with a casual sort of air, no strings attached, and you appreciated it more than you could say. He helped to distract you from what happened with Connor, and was even there for you the few times you broke down into tears.

“Why would he do something like that? Why wasn’t I enough?” You sobbed to him one evening, hunched forward with the balls of your palms pressing harshly against your eyes. He grabbed your wrists, gentle but firm, and pulled your hands away, turning you to face him with puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. His expression was serious, silver eyes burning and narrowed as he spoke.

“You are enough. You are more than enough, and he’s a fool for not seeing that.”

His words only made you cry more, leaning into his chest and sobbing against his turtleneck while he stroked your back. You didn’t catch him smiling to himself.

Eventually, you went back to work. Everyone seemed to buy the excuse that you were out with a bad flu, Nines even lying for you which you quietly thanked him for in passing. Connor seemed different by the time you returned. He looked tired even though he didn’t need to sleep, worn and like there was a weight on his shoulders that even Atlas himself couldn’t hold. Good, you thought bitterly for a split moment while your gaze lingered on his profile from across the precinct, before flinching at the thought. You were still upset. You were still hurt, and angry, and that night still burned white-hot and fresh in your mind, but...you would be lying if you said you didn’t want to talk to him. Didn’t want to get the whole story from him.

You stayed away though, at least for the time being. Between work and Nines insisting on taking you out for lunches and even after work at times—”It’s important for you to stay positive,” he kept saying—you didn’t really have the time to talk to Connor anyway. You did, however, notice him staring at you whenever you would come out of the morgue. You noticed his longing gaze, the sorrowful downturn of his lips. You’re certain if you dared to check, his thirium pump would be thudding heavily just from looking at you. Before, such thoughts would have torn you apart, knowing he was in so much pain. For the time being though, you just couldn’t let yourself care.

“Something is troubling you.” Nines spoke up smoothly, walking arm-in-arm with you down the sidewalk one evening after work. He had taken to walking you home each night. It wasn’t necessary, but it was rather nice. He made a sound at the back of his throat, a sort of hum, pushing you to speak up. You shook your head, gaze focused on the sidewalk as you walked.

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. Tell me?” He asked, silver eyes focused entirely on you and you alone, making your cheeks flush lightly. Everything about Nines was so intense, like standing next to a fire, the flames just waiting to burn you. You cleared your throat.

“I’ve just...been thinking.” You answered slowly, unsure on how to proceed. Nines didn’t like Connor, that much was obvious, and you weren’t really his biggest fan either at the moment, but something about Nines’ disdain for the other RK model seemed deeper. You couldn’t really explain it.

“About Connor.” He didn’t phrase it like a question because he knew, and the drop of his tone and shifting of his attention away from you made you wince.

“I’m sorry, it’s just—” Nines stopped suddenly, making you stop as well. He shook his head as he turned to face you.

“You need to stop letting him get inside your head, (Name). Don’t you remember what he did to you?” The question made you grimace, both because of course you remembered and because thinking about it all made your stomach twist in painful knots.

“Well, yeah, of course, but—”

“Then why do you keep letting him hurt you? You’re better off without him. Right?” You didn’t answer immediately and his eyes narrowed, still burning, while his tone grew sharp.

“Right?” He repeated.

You couldn’t answer that. You looked away, feeling ashamed as you heard Nines let out a quiet and frustrated sigh. “You’ll see in time.” He muttered before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. The gesture made you shiver, eyes closing for a moment. When he pulled away and you heard his steps growing distant, you finally looked up, watching his frame walk away back towards the precinct. You couldn’t explain why you didn’t just immediately despise Connor, why you couldn’t let go of him so easily.

Something just seemed...off, about the whole situation. You decided, while standing on the sidewalk, the sensation of Nines’ lips pressing against your head still lingering, that you would get your answers the next day, no matter what. You needed them.

The next day came and you headed into work earlier than necessary, far earlier, before everyone else except for one person specifically; Connor. Nines had started staying with Detective Reed, something that surprised you until you learned through some office gossip that it was because he and Connor had been getting nearly physical with one another before you returned to work. Connor wasn’t going to stop coming into work early, he took his job more seriously than anyone else at the precinct, so the chief decided it was best that Nines not go into work until someone else, specifically Hank or Gavin, were there to make sure nothing happened.

Connor was sitting at his desk, focused on filling out a report it looked like. He still looked weighed down and sullen. If he could, you would have expected to see bags under those beautiful brown eyes of his. You shook your head. Now wasn’t the time for thinking about his eyes. Now was the time for you to demand answers, without anyone else interfering. Taking a deep breath, you approached his desk, trying to give off the air of someone who knew what they wanted. Did you really though?

When Connor heard your steps, his head turned, eyes widening in surprise and lips parting as you stopped to stand beside his desk. For a moment, he simply gawked up at you, fluttering those same brown eyes of his.

“(Name),” He breathed and for a moment, you thought your heart might skip. You pushed those feelings down though, biting the inside of your cheek.

“We need to talk.” He looked even more taken back but nodded slowly, rising from his desk. Leading the way, the two of you went down into the archives, where it was private and quiet and no one was going to hear you both. You stood a couple of feet away from him, an obvious distance between you two. He stared at you, fingers fidgeting and rubbing one another at his sides. His brows furrowed.

“What did you wish to talk about?” He asked finally. You weren’t sure where to start, and it showed as you stared back at him, expression conflicted. It wasn’t long before you let out a heavy sigh.

“(Name)?” He urged gently. Always gentle, always warm. You shook your head.

“Why?” You finally blurted out. He seemed to know immediately what you were talking about, judging by the way his LED spun yellow and his lips formed a line.

“I told you, that wasn’t me.” “Then prove it.” You demanded, trying desperately to remain calm. If he was serious about that having been Nines pretending to be Connor, about Nines supposedly having tied him up in the basement of the precinct, then he needed to prove it.

“I can show you my records of that day.” “You could have doctored them.” “I wouldn’t do that.” He defended, voice tight, speaking a little sharper. You scoffed.

“Yeah, and I didn’t think you would have sex with some random intern but—”

“I told you I would never do that!” He spoke up louder, LED red as he stepped towards you. You instinctively stepped back, brows furrowing. That seemed to be enough for him to deflate, LED slowly returning blue, expression defeated.

“I—I would never, do anything to hurt you, (Name). Ever. I just want a chance to prove that to you.” He asked desperately, a foreign note of exhaustion behind his words. You eyed him carefully, your own hands beginning to clench and unclench into fists at your sides as you pondered. Connor used to be a great liar, before he deviated. It was his job to be charming, smooth, to get answers and results no matter what. You knew that.

You also knew that he wasn’t lying, not in that last declaration anyway.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you finally exhaled through your nose. “Okay, Connor. I’m listening.” He looked relieved and stepped closer to you.

He explained it all, or tried to at least. He showed you how easy it was for androids to change features of their appearance. He demonstrated by changing his eyes that were normally brown and warm and soft, into a familiar shade of molten silver. You said that while that explained the eyes, it didn’t immediately make Connor innocent and Nines guilty. Connor actually groaned in frustration at that, blinking away the silver colour as he did so.

“Why would Nines do that though, Connor? What does he have to gain?” You asked, finally stepping closer to him, confusion evident in your voice.

“You. He wants you, (Name).” He spoke with such confidence, yet you still found that hard to believe, fluttering your eyes in surprise before rolling them. Connor wasn’t having it though.

“Do you not find it the least bit strange that all of a sudden, after we have this problem, he starts doing all of these things for you? Going to your apartment with gifts, taking you out to lunch, walking you home?”

You had to admit, that it all was rather sudden. Nines never showed any interest in you before, other than occasionally staring at you, something that you always wrote off as not a big deal. You shook your head once more, a hand reaching up to run through your hair. “Okay, fine, but I can’t honestly believe that he would do something so...so disgusting, just to be with me.”

“I can.” Connor answered earnestly. He was standing close to you now, closer than he had been since that night, a mere breath away. Your heart skipped in your chest finally and you stared up at him, cheeks burning first.

“Why’s that?” You asked quietly, gazing up at him. He hesitated for a moment before slowly lifting his hand, letting it press feather-light against your cheek. You couldn’t help but let your head tilt into his touch. God, you missed it so much.

“Because you are worth it and so, so much more.” His words were thick with emotion, heavy and soft and so warm you felt that burning sensation spread through your whole body. He wasn’t like Nines. Instead of a raging fire, Connor was like sunshine. He was warmth and comfort and home. You felt tears well up in your eyes, closing them as you stepped away. He looked on, pain evident in his features.

“I—I want to believe you Connor. I really, really do, but...but I need proof. I can’t—” You swallowed thickly, barely holding in a sob as you wiped away the tears beginning to spill down your cheeks.

“You can’t risk being hurt again. I understand.” And that was the great thing about Connor. He was always understanding. You couldn’t help but draw a comparison to Nines the night before, who instead of being understanding of your grief and confusion, became frustrated that you weren’t immediately bending his way.

“So, then...what do we do?” You asked, clearing your throat, it having grown thick at the prospect of tears. Connor contemplated for a moment, LED spinning yellow in thought as he began to slowly pace his way around the spacious room. He stopped suddenly, eyes lighting up and a big smile spreading across his face.

“I’m an idiot.” He declared, making you blink and scoff, raising a brow.

“I mean, okay, but I don’t see how that—”

“No! I mean, I can prove to you that it wasn’t me. I may be able to remove memories, but I can’t add false ones.” He explained, almost giddy as he stepped closer once more. You furrowed your brows, not really getting where he was going at.

“Nines held me captive down in the basement. He took my jacket and then went upstairs to have coitus with the intern Mich—” You wrinkled your nose and held up your palms quickly, urging him to get to the point.

“Right, sorry. My point is, he also came back downstairs afterwards, to gloat. I managed to get free and attacked him, before I ran to your apartment.” Your eyes widened in shock.

“You attacked him?” You asked and he rolled his eyes quickly.

“You’ll see why, come on.” He grabbed your hand suddenly and started pulling you through the archive room, down the hall and into one of the small offices where a large monitor hung on the wall. You let him, heart beginning to pound with anticipation. He didn’t let go of your hand even as he closed the office door and approached the monitor. Connor didn’t even need to hit a button or anything to turn the screen on, using that special android connection he had with seemingly all technology to flicker the black monitor to life, flooding the room with white light. You squinted, eyes adjusting. After a moment, the white bled into an image.

You watched, hand still holding Connor’s, eyes focused intently on the screen.

You watched through Connor’s eyes as he went about his evening at the precinct that night. He was speeding it up, obviously not interested in you watching him do paperwork or research on the case at the time.

You watched as Nines came into the main area of the precinct from the archive room, claiming to need Connor’s help with something. Connor obliged.

You watched as Connor followed Nines down into the archives, and then down into the basement, all the while trying to figure out exactly what the other man wanted.

You watched, in horror, as Nines struck Connor, sending warnings flooding through Connor’s vision. Your heart raced and your grip on Connor’s hand tightened.

You watched as Nines wrestled with Connor before finally restraining him in a chair.

You watched Nines put on Connor’s jacket, and you watched as Connor spent the next however long struggling to try and get free from the bindings Nines had used. They were reinforced, made specifically to restrain androids it seemed. Finally, Nines entered the basement again.

“What did you do?” Connor hissed, pulling at the restraints around his wrists, eyes burning as he glared at his counterpart. “What I needed to.” Nines answered smoothly, fixing his hair and his clothes, fixing Connor with an icy stare of his own, a sickening grin spreading across his lips. “You won’t get away with this!” Connor snapped, baring his teeth, continuing to yank and pull against his restraints. Nines laughed, only pushing him further as he stepped closer. “Oh, but that is where you are wrong. You just need to wait and s—” Before Nines could finish, Connor’s right arm came from, a fist smashing harshly into the side of his successor’s skull. Warnings flashed red in Nines’ vision as he fell to the floor, letting out a noise of disapproval as he slowly began to get up. Before he could, Connor was free and grabbing him again, slamming his knuckles hard into Nines’ face once, twice, three times until it was covered in blue blood and Nines was left in a heap on the floor in the basement. “You, Nines, are the one who’s wrong.”

The screen went black again, and it was then that you realised how tightly you were squeezing Connor’s hand, and how tears were pouring down your cheeks. He was telling the truth. He had been telling the truth that whole time and you had just screamed at him, snapped at him, treated him terribly. You told him you hated him.

“Connor, I’m—” You sputtered, breath catching as you turned to look at him, eyes wide and desperate. He smiled, of all things, he smiled at you with warmth and love and wrapped you up into a tight embrace.

“It’s okay.”

“I’m so sorry!” You sobbed, burying your face into his chest, gripping onto him for dear life. He rocked you gently and pet the back of your head.

“It’s okay.” He repeated. You shook your head.

“I never should have doubted you, I-I should have listened, I don’t deserve—”

“(Name).” Connor interrupted you, voice soft but firm as he tilted your head back with his thumb and index finger.

“No matter what, you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me, and I will always, always love you.” He leaned in then, and as his lips pressed warmly against yours, burning, you finally felt better. Everything felt right in that kiss, your watery eyes fluttering closed as you kissed him back. It evolved from soft and tender to deep, passionate, aching. You both had missed each other so much, more than you had ever admitted to yourself. When you finally pulled away, both of your faces were flushed while you softly panted for air. For a moment, you both just stared up at one another, content.

Then, you remembered. You remembered Nines and his lies, his false kindness, his deception, the agony he had put you through. Your face twisted into anger and Connor looked worried, brows creased.

“(Name)?” He asked softly, worried that somehow he had made you angry. You grit your teeth.

“We need to do something. He can’t get away with this.” You hissed, trembling with your newfound rage. Connor’s expression of concerned melted into something sharp and cold, and he nodded, pulling you back in for a hug while his chin rested on the top of your head.

“And he won’t. We won’t let him.”

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