[ she expects him to fuss, so it's a bit of a relief that his resistance is more verbal than physical; she can handle him telling her off a lot more easily than him shoving her off. Maybe he's just in too much pain to try. For all his strength, he's small and light enough for her to support without trouble - immortal half-alien lab experiment, yes, but still just a hedgehog all the same. A subtle reminder that he's a person, not a weapon. Rouge wonders if she's the only one in this room who remembers that. ]

Please - you think this rickety old dump still has an emergency line hooked up? It's a miracle that thing even turned on. We've got time. [ she huffs, gently lowering him into a sitting position while she sinks onto a knee, and hopes that her confidently-stated guess is correct. Once she's reasonably sure he's not about to collapse into her, she eases back, releasing her hold on him, though she remains in his personal space bubble while she peers at his injury. ] You can't really believe I'd just leave you here like this.

[ after all, he'd saved her from Prison Island way back when - a long time ago, but she's never forgotten it, both because it was (and is) unusual for anyone to stick their neck out for her, and because it was the first time she got an inkling that he had a heart underneath that frosty exterior of his. The least she can do is treat him the same. Rouge sighs, exasperated, and shakes her head. ]

I know you're the ultimate life form, but that doesn't make you invincible, you know.