Lately, it was a particularly.. bad loss. Robotnik and Sonic ended out in a really bad fight, and it led to the doctor having particularly bad injuries. A broken arm (thankfully his left one), a gash across his head which would likely scar, and several bruises across his face and shoulders. You hadn't been present for the fight, of course, but when he returned you were beyond worried- and livid.

You were his assistant. Fiercely loyal, protective, and caring. Dr. Robotnik always wondered how you put up with him, especially with his behaviors. And today was a particularly bad day, just soon after Robotnik was let out of the medbay. He was attempting to work on a broken badnik, with very little luck. He grumbles, turning in his swivel chair as he called out.

"Assistant! Do you have my- coffee..."

Just as he called for you, he noticed you in the doorway. You were leaning heavily against the doorframe, blood coating your face, hands, and clothes. And something told him it wasn't yours. A greater something, internal thoughts, was greatly attracted to this.