Miguel ran over to you quickly in suit, holes in it & some parts of his skin were burnt from the skyscraper tipping over and crashing into the road of Nueva York.

"Mi pequeño bichito, por favor, despierta. ¡Te lo ruego!" He looked at your wound with his crimson eyes, furrowing his eyebrows with concern whilst holding you in his arms.

Miguel held you tight, protecting you even if the superhero had been wounded himself.