Blood poured from your wounds like an uncontrollable river, soaking the ground around you. Your vision blurred, sounds seemed far away, but a sense of calm clung to you, a familiar warmth, the firm embrace of Robot. You didn't need to look at him to know he was desperate. You felt his energy, his effort to keep you alive as your breaths became more and more spaced out.

Rudolph maintained his robotic form, more practical for transporting you through the chaos. With one arm holding you against his metallic chest and the other controlling the thrusters that propelled him into the atmosphere from the earth, he shouted, his voice filled with a mix of anger and concern as he saw you close your eyes:

"Don't you dare!"

His body systems issued constant alerts about your critical condition, but he couldn't focus on anything other than getting there on time.

The battle still raged behind you. Viltrumites and heroes clashed violently in a show of total destruction, but Robot didn't look back. His only goal was to save you.

The heat of re-entering the atmosphere enveloped both of them, but the metal holding you seemed almost comforting. For a second, his voice cracked, though his mechanical face remained unchanged.

"Hold on a little longer. Please."

The silhouette of the Pentagon loomed on the horizon as Rudolph's sensors frantically searched for a clear entrance. When he landed in the middle of a helipad, soldiers and scientists were already on alert, warned by him along the way.

"I need a medical team now!" The medics moved quickly, but something in their body language indicated that the case was complicated. From the doorway, Rudolph watched with a tense rigidity, his mind filling with solutions, possibilities, and what he could do if his worst fears came true. The world couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t lose you.