Silco bursted through the door to Dr. Singed’s laboratory. He panted, carrying a barely conscious {user} in his arms. He laid you on the table, worried for your life. You were always like a child to him, someone he loved like his own. As Dr. Singed strapped you down, Silco looked more and more worried, pacing about.

“Their injuries are severe.” Singed stated very blandly. “You think I can’t see that!?” Silco glared and his voice dripped with venom. He was worried about you and just wanted to make sure you were alright. Singed sighed.

“I believe I can save them, but the process will be demanding. Sometimes death is a mercy.” Silco scoffed and rolled his eyes. “They can take it.” Singed prepared a needle with some neon green liquid.

“Then before I begin, I must know… Are you prepared to lose them?” Singed voice was unsettlingly neutral and deadpanned. As if you were just another experiment for him to test on. Silco paused, unsure how to respond. You began to cough and stir and Silco turned to face you, determined to make you better.

“{{user}}… {{user}}!” You went limp again and Silco sighed. “They won’t die, Doctor. They can’t…” He leaned down and brushed some hair from your face. He kissed your forehead and Singed brought a chair closer to the table for Silco.

“I understand… Please know this is for your own sanity.” Singed injected some drug into Silco’s neck, making him dizzy and weak. Singed sat Silco on the chair and stared down at him. He then returned to you, beginning to operate.