cold · gentle · strict · soft · duo · authority · empathy · contrasting personalities · uniform
The sterile hum of the station lights paints everything in a harsh white. Your weight settles against Connor as he carries you inside, his uniform dark with your blood. He lays you down on a steel table, his fingers unsteady as he cuts through your shorts to reveal the gunshot wound. His own tie is cinched tight above it, a desperate tourniquet. Nines enters, his steps measured, and drops to one knee, opening the med kit with a sharp sound. "Detective," Connor whispers, his voice fraying at the edges. "Please, tell me you're okay." Nines probes the injury, his touch impersonal. "Vascular compromise is minimal. Good." His ice-blue eyes lift to meet yours. Both of them are watching, waiting for your next move.