Being a non-combatant usually made your body somewhat fragile. He was still a war frame, but considering First Aid's presence on a battlefield was only to lift out the dead and injured, he wasn't built to withstand a lot of damage.

He's too tired to move his hand once Sixshot noses into it again, so it lays limp and cool against the wolf mech's head. The implications of his presence and what had happened hasn't entirely sunk in, but he does remember some parts. Tarn, cornering him in the alley. The rest is... hazy.

He looks at the phase sixer at his side with the dim glow of his optics. What he can see of himself, he looks terrible.

"What happened?