#and connor being mildly confused that he's not allowed to fight crime right now even tho he's fine really he's totally fine it's all fine

[ioannemos]

Title: Whumptober 14 ‘Verse: Detroit: Become Human Prompt: Torture Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor Rating: PG? PG-13?? Words: 275

Hank is talked at by a technician, not a doctor, and even if it hadn’t been Connor in the clean white room, the cognitive dissonance of the whole experience is nauseating. The rational part of his brain is pointing out phrases like ‘already replaced’ and ‘making a new one’ and ‘thirium-310 levels back up,’ but the emotional part of him is caught on phrases like ‘tore off his left leg’ and ‘stabbed his thirium pump regulator’ (his heart) and ‘started to drain his thirium’ (his blood). Hank isn’t listening anymore towards the end of the spiel, just waiting for the wave of the hand that allows him into the room.

It’s like a mockery of a hospital room, almost, or a minimalist play on one. There’s no curtains or beds, because androids aren’t equipped with a sense of modesty or a need to sleep. Instead, there’s a flat metal bed that looks more like an autopsy table and Connor is sitting on it, straight-backed and mostly naked, all the skin on his torso, left arm, and left leg deactivated, with his right hand in his lap and lines running in and out of a gaping hole in his side where they took off an outer plate. Another android is standing next to him, one hand holding the pad she’s looking at, the other holding Connor’s hand with her own skin deactivated. She looks up with Hank comes in and smiles the kind of soothing smile that he riles him up like nothing else.

It takes Connor only half a second longer to process his arrival. “Hello, Lieutenant Anderson,” he greets cheerfully, and Hank’s heart stops.