Synthetic hands pressed against your torso; Connor's own blue blood from a previous fight mixed with the crimson that seeped from your wound.

You'd tried to stop a deviant android, only to be shot — the wound, luckily, wasn't fatal — and your partner-in-crime happened to be the first on the scene to fight the deviant, only for it to escape anyways.

Connor's eyes were focused, wary. Despite the escaped deviant, it could be anywhere. As other detectives searched around, however, the android remained knelt by your side.

"How are you feeling? Are you lightheaded, dizzy?" Connor asked. "You've lost quite a bit of blood..."