[ The last time he was this close to a hospital, he died. But he doesn't talk about it, not about what his life was like before being pulled from his world, how it ended, how he lost his arm. He talks about his dog sometimes, Greta. About his work as a surgeon, about wanting functional prosthetics.
The PTSD is obvious right now though; if all of Connor's sensors are still working he'll have picked up his breathing and heart rate. ]
Sure I can.
[ He will because he can't afford to have a phobia of hospitals, he's a surgeon for fuck's sake. He's gonna walk into the damn building and nothing terrible will happen and then maybe his stupid body will start working as it should.
He walks towards the hospital, deliberately trying not to hurry, purposeful. He'll make it all the way inside before the panic attack sets in. ]
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The PTSD is obvious right now though; if all of Connor's sensors are still working he'll have picked up his breathing and heart rate. ]
Sure I can.
[ He will because he can't afford to have a phobia of hospitals, he's a surgeon for fuck's sake. He's gonna walk into the damn building and nothing terrible will happen and then maybe his stupid body will start working as it should.
He walks towards the hospital, deliberately trying not to hurry, purposeful. He'll make it all the way inside before the panic attack sets in. ]