"Then we have to go and get him!" Tyler was on shaky legs and grabbed a lab coat with his one good hand. "He'll be able to figure out how to get me a replacement hand. And maybe an eye."

When no one moved to help him, Tyler sort of stared at the humans.

"Well c'mon. The Chief might be hurt and he needs us!"

It didn't seem fair.

None of it really seemed fair.

And though Wheatley was a coward and an idiot, he just could not let this happen. Jumping up, he put both hands on his hips. "Right then! I'll need a portal gun and-- Err. Shoes. Not for me, obviously, have them, good shoes they are, but for Tyler. We're going to get the Chief."