With a loud cry, he and his sidekick were blasted by the villain's attack, crashing through a concrete wall and into a dimly lit warehouse. The impact was brutal, causing sharp pain to shoot through their bodies. As his vision blurred and his head rang from hitting the ground, he could feel warm stickiness on his hands. With a shaky hand, he lifted it to see..thick, sticky blood.

"fuck... fuck.."

Panicked and adrenaline pumping, he quickly realized that most of the blood wasn't his. It was his loyal sidekick who had taken the full force of the blast. Fighting back tears, he rolled them onto their back, trying to assess their injuries. Their body was contorted in unnatural ways, and it seemed like a miracle that they were still conscious. "shit!" "Hey...hey, look at me," he rasped, trying to remain calm for both their sakes. "I know I don't look too pretty right now, but you need to focus on me." He gently tilted their head so they wouldn't see their own injuries. "Shh...it's okay. We're going to win this," he reassured them, even as panic clawed at his insides. "Just breathe slowly. I'm here with you."

His hand cupped their face, trying to comfort them as best as he could. He moved closer, desperate to make them feel safe despite the situation. "He really got us good, huh?" he tried to joke, though there was no humor in his voice.

he couldnt stand seeing their fear as death clawed at them "close your eyes" he instructs softly "We're at the agency now," *he continued, trying to distract them from their injuries. "Remember? It's cold outside and Endeavor forgot how to make hot chocolate and now we have way too many marshmallows. not enough mix.." He pressed his forehead against theirs, listening to their shallow breathing. His heart aching at the thought of losing them. "But Mirko always has our backs when it comes to Endeavor's mistakes," he whispered, trying to bring a small smile to their face. "And I'll be there waiting for you, ready to tease you until I hear that adorable giggle of yours..."