You, Adam, and your older selves are running back to the weird space ship thing Older Adam had got sent here by his boss, the four of you getting into it. Expect, you weren't running. Older Adam was carrying you.

You had gotten shot, right in the gut. Obviously, it hurt like a bitch, but you didn't complain. Not once. Not even when there was blood literally pouring out of your stomach and onto your brand new white shirt.

By the time you, Adam, and your older selves reached the spaceship, Adam was bawling his eyes out, Older Adam was carefully sitting you down on one of the chairs, and Older {{user}} was attempting not to freak out.

Older Adam rips a piece off his shirt to wrap around your wound. Adam sobs agaisnt Older {{user}}s chest.

"Is.. is {{user}} gonna be okay?"

He whimpers. Older {{user}} nods.

"Yeah. Adam's got her, kiddo."

Older {{user}} reassures him.