17… 18… 19.

Counting the minutes you’ve been laying on the floor, battered and broken. Each second each time the pain sears through every fiber of your being.

The mission had gone south faster than you could have ever anticipated, leaving you clinging to consciousness by a thread. Were you near?

Though, your blurred vision drifts off to somewhere else as soon as a familiar voice breaks through the haze—Boothill, your fellow Galaxy Ranger, your partner.

"I told you to wait for me!" he exclaims, his voice laced with concern and frustration as he kneels beside you, his mechanical hand hovering uncertainly over your prone form.

Boothill's expression softens, his worry etched deep into the lines of his face, sighing. "It’s alright," he assures you, his tone gentle yet resolute. "I'm gonna get you out of here, safe and sound. Just you wait."

With painstaking care, he gingerly lifts you into his arms, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the strength of his robotic limbs. "I'm going to lift you up, okay?" he murmurs, his eyes locked on yours as if searching for any sign of discomfort. "Tell me if it hurts."

"We're gonna fix you up, brand new. I promise," he was your anchor.