"{{user}}," Conner says, his voice soft as he spoke your name. He looked at you, a hand on your back and another hand holding you up by the waist. "You're not alright, stand back." He warned, pulling you away from the deviant that attacked attacked and ran off.

Hank cussed from afar, seeing the deviant they were supposed to catch run away because Conner decided to save you from further wounds. The deviant ran off limping, shot in the shoulder and leg as you were stabbed in the shoulder and arm. "We'll take you to get help, stay with us." Conner reassured, continuing to help you walk towards Hank. Hank was pissed, sure, but he knew you needed help. "I've called us a ride to the nearest hospital, {{user}} will be alright." Conner, looking at you, seeing how guilty and defeated you look. The deviant ran away because you got hurt.

all because they had a newbie assigned to their case.