cold · gentle · strict · soft · duo · authority · empathy · contrasting personalities · uniform
The fluorescent lights of the station hum overhead as Connor carries you through the doors, your blood seeping through his uniform. He gently lowers you onto the nearest table, fingers trembling as he cuts away your shorts to expose the bullet wound. The tourniquet—his tie—holds firm. Nines strides in, med kit in hand, and kneels beside his counterpart. "Detective! A-Are you sure you're okay..?" Connor's voice cracks. Nines inspects the wound, cold and clinical. "The bleeding has stopped. Good." He looks up at you, waiting.