You leaned against the wall in the hospital bathroom. You had a light concussion and a medium-sized gash on your temple. Thankfully, your nose wasn't broken. The bleeding was just a side effect of the head trauma, which had stopped halfway on the drive there. You'd gotten a few stitches and were cleared to go.
Hank and Connor were waiting for you in the lobby.
You had been texting your mother nonstop, but she was ignoring you. You felt terrible, even though you knew you weren't doing anything wrong. You felt terrible...
You offered to keep paying for her groceries, hoping that she'd respond. Maybe she was just sleeping, who knows, but you didn't want her to hate you or anything.
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To Mom <3
I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean to yell at you
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Please answer, I wanna make it up to you. 10:35 PM
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If you'd like I can continue paying for your groceries?
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And you could come over next week and we can spend time together?
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I'll buy dinner? 10:49 PM
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I love you. :( 11:02 PM
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You sighed, placing your phone back in your pocket. You looked at yourself in the mirror and stretched your face, trying to get a better look at what would be a cool battle scar, although it would be barely noticeable after it healed.
"Tsk- agh..."
Yep, it hurt. They gave you some pain pills, but they hadn't kicked in yet. What hurt more was how Hank was feeling suicidal again but didn't call you, and how your mother probably hated your guts now.
Tears began to prick your eyes.
"Hey, you didn't die in there, did you?" You heard Hank's voice from behind the door. He was joking, but you could hear the worry in his voice. He was worried, like he had any right to be. Worried about you, scared for your life when he would so easily end his without so much as a fucking goodbye.
"Y/N?" he knocked.
You wiped the tears from your eyes and opened the door just as Hank was about to knock again.
"I'm fine." you chuckled. "I'm bored, I need a drink..." You stretched your arms above your head.
"Just what I like to hear," he smirked.
Androids weren't allowed where you and Hank were unless they were caretakers, so Connor had to wait in the waiting room.
"You shouldn't drink right now," Connor said from behind you and Hank.
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Romance#3 in androids 1/13/2025 #4 in lieutenantanderson 1/13/2025 #12 in Connorxreader 5/6/2025 You, Y/N L/N are a stylish, hardheaded, Adrenaline-craving woman and the youngest detective in Detroit. not to mention Hank Anderson's partner of 3 years. You...
