A glimpse of dawn~ connor x reader dbh

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I disrespected you,
Jumped in feet first, and i landed too hard.

-harry styles

Y/n POV-

I wake up, white lights blinding my vision. The white porcelain floors shine against the accented walls, the beeping of the machines around me bringing me out of my trance.

I see Chris, Connor, Hank, and Fowler standing outside of my room through the glass window, making phone calls. My heart monitor starts beeping faster and faster, the panic settling within me. I realize where I am, and I try to get up from the bed. Sharp pain stabs me in my ribs, making me cry out in pain.

The four of the men turn, and they rush in. Hank grabs my upper half, straightening me out. „Y/N!!! Are you okay??" He yells, Connor quickly rushes over to the other side of my bed. Fowler hangs up his call, Chris stands there concerned. Of course he isn't helping. I wince, slowly being leaned back into my bed.

As soon as I gather my bearings, Connor begins his speech. „You have 3 broken ribs, damaged esophagus, bruised neck, blood vessels have popped in your eyes, blood vessels have also popped in areas on your face due to the choking, causing more bruising. You need to rest, moving will only cause more damage."

I groan, slowly situating my body back into its place. Pained moans escape my lips, and it takes everything in me to hold back the tears. My eyes slowly adjust once again, the movement not being able to process in my vision properly. Fowler sighs, „Besides all of that, how are you feeling? Still drugged up?"

I roll my eyes, and Chris cringes. The bright red of my eyes probably freaks him out. „I feel.. better, but still woozy. Can't quite... Think.. straight." My words fumble, coming out in a hoarse whisper. Connor did say my throat was damaged.

It's silent for a moment before I mutter a few more words, „Im sorry guys. I wasn't strong enough to fight him."

Nobody answers for a moment, their eyes slim and sad. Maybe even a hint of disappointment. Chris speaks up first, „Don't ever say sorry for being a victim." „But," I intervene, „Im a cop. A detective, I should not be a victim. I am supposed to be strong, not drunk. I am supposed to be meaningful, and I do everything wrong. In no way am I a good role model or... I..." I choke out, not wanting to finish my thought.

The word ‚worthless' echoes in my head.

„Im meaningless to the team. To my friends. To myself."

„Oh Y/N..." Hank mumbles, leaning over the bed to hug me. My shaky breaths slow down, trying to keep myself together. I tuck my nose into Hanks chest, his shirt ruffling around my face.

I feel a warm hand rest on my arm, and I lift my head slightly.

Connor stares back, a certain shine in his eyes.

Connors pov :0 -

She looks desperate, helpless.

From day one she always looked.. rough. Not in a bad way, but in a strong way. At first, I took her more as a detective who only gets drunk and struggles day to day. Sure, I knew there was more, but... the way she walked and pushed through made her seem like a wall.

She talked to me, sometimes. About her feelings, but I am a machine. At first, I thought she was just venting because I wouldn't judge her, because after all I am just a hunk of metal. But these past weeks, the past months, its like there's been a glitch in the system.

I came here, ready to investigate this case. I never thought I would... feel for a human. Seeing her hurt, crying into Hanks chest is a strange feeling. I have never seen Hank give anyone a hug. But now, its like all rules are broken. Every wall has been taken down. Only now, my hand rests on her. My cold, metal hands filling with warmth. Blood rushes through me when she looks up at me, her muffles sniffles lifting from Hank.