He was useless, so useless, so so damn useless. Because his here, in another raging bloody battlefield like an already repeating memory, the air filled with screams and the smell of rotten flesh and burned skin filled the air. His ninpo rattles and frazzles his whole body, the feel of the familiar sensation of cold blue and tranquil Azul flowing in his veins like water over a pipe, making his limbs jitter as he makes portal after portal, slicing kraang species without it knowing or before it could even make a sound, efficient grace and skill. But then he hears it, a sound that’ll hunt his nightmares, or maybe even forever. Already moving as he hears your scream, wiping his head around and squints his eyes against the smoke filled air. He passed over dead bodies, unattached limbs, pink alien flesh, broken Donnie drones and many other things he recognize without even glancing. He looks at his coms, the battle and constant throw of kraang hits made the screen of his metal prosthetic glitch, hissing to make it work before….before….

“No….no no no no-“

Your heartbeat…was low…His whole body kicks up speed, desperation and dread crawling in his chest like cold tendrils. And when he sees you, trying to stand up even when their was so much blood leaking in your neck and sides and you look so weak and why there was a metal pile in your abdomen NO NO NO-

He catches you before you fall, strong arms holding you tight as it shakes, and your blood stings, because its cold and wet. He makes your lay down, away out of sight, out of kraang eyes, and can’t even do anything as his mind was screaming at him to just help you, take out the metal pole, make the pain go away, take you somewhere safe, shaking so hard as he he can’t bare to hear your choked cries and weak whines.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, sweetheart”

He says, even if he tries to sound calm, it still sounds wobbly and broken, not when you feel so cold and so still, pressing his palms on your cheeks like it was the one keeping him from shattering