RK800//Connor x Reader

F O R T Y O N E

White. White was all you could see, blinding and bright. A pair of eyes met this skewered vision, those familiar brown eyes that you knew so well. The ones you fell in love with from the moment you met them. Everthing about the soft creature that they belonged to flashed before you, the way he looked at you...the way he smiled. It all flashed before you, every memory, every hurt. Everything was so quick. Every moment that you hoped was well spent meant nothing now, you could hear faint voices.

"--losing alot of blood--"

"--emergency surgery--"

these unfamiliar voices were panicked. What were they talking about exactly? Who were they talking about, was it you? Surely not. Surely this was all a dream, a sick cruel nightmare. It had to be once you began to see it all again, all the thirium, all that damage. It had to be fabricated from the dark places in your mind. It had to be. You heard a faint ripping sound before everything became dark again.

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Your eyes were unbelievably heavy as you struggled to open them, you gasped in to take a breath...the first you had done on your own in a while. You coughed as you quickly sat up to remove the oxygen tubes in your nostrils. This had to be a personal hell, trapped inside a hospital room. You had gone through this predicament way too many times for your liking now. You began to cough again, this time harder and much more gross. The door to your room opened quickly and a familiar face rushed in,

"Holy shit, holy shit! I was so worried, I-I thought--"

"H-Hank?" you caught yout breath a

s you looked up at him

He quickly rushed to your bedside, a quiet gasp escaped his mouth as he looked over you,

"Oh god."

"What? What is it?"

"You--You seriously don't feel that?"

"Feel what?"

he didn't reply but you saw the way he looked at you, you traced his line of sight to your arm....or...what used to be your arm. Now there was nothing, you let out a gasp of disbelief.

"No. No. There's no way!" your voice broke as you could still feel your fingers wiggling...there was no way it was gone, you could still very much feel it. You brought your other hand, the one you could see, up to the bandaged stub. Your hand quickly drew back, it was real...it had to be. You cried softly,

"Fuck!" you c

hoked out quietly

Hank quickly came closer to pull you into an embrace, tight and loving. Normally you'd throw your arms around him ,but of course only one wrapped around his neck. You cried in disbelief and fear of what life would become now,

"Where--Where's Connor? I hope he's alright," you untangled yourself from Hank to look up at him, "He's gonna be so devastated when he sees...." you wiped the tears from your face