Hey! Movies aren’t always the best source of information, but it was really all he had to go on, especially considering what Doc probably would have done in the situation. Small favors, Miles. You have no idea.

Two minutes. Two minutes could feel like an eternity when sitting in the med room of the enemy while his only mission partner was convulsing. The questions flooded in, anxiety slapping him across the face: what if he didn’t come back from this? What if someone came in? What if they were fucking caught and how the hell was he supposed to get him out of here and why the fuck didn’t he know this was a fucking possibility before they came all the way out here?!

But the eons of time moved finally, and Miles started coming around. Who.

“Um, the guy who is apparently dragging your ass the fuck out of here,” he muttered, breathing finally when Miles managed to say at least something. It didn’t comfort him, really, because who that was practically slurred from a face that level of gray wasn’t exactly helpful. Moving away, he stood up and looked around for something to help. “Tucker. I’m Tucker. We’re on a mission and we aren’t somewhere safe, dude, so help me help you.”