Kiss de boy [Mich]

All he wanted to do was pay Gil a quick visit on his way home, but plans changed at the last second. Literally. Michael came across quite a scene. A group of guys hurting a small group of Omnics, something that he's already used to but boy, he hated seeing them hurting. He went in between, tried to talk the humans out of it but got caught in the scuffle as well. Then they found out he's Omnic as well from the machine-whirling coming from him out of anger. It only made things a lot worse, but he was more hurt than the other Omnics, who helped him get to Gil's workshop afterwards. Luckily the shop is practically empty so Gil can get to Mich faster. Michael is practically curled up in pain, from what - he doesn't know but all he does know is that he needs to get to Gil and fast.

"Hey.. excuse me?" One Omnic called out as the small group went into the shop, looking around before spotting the man. "I'm sorry to bother you but.. our friend here got in a really bad fight and he needs your help, desperately." He said with a worried tone as the other two came closer with a passed out Michael in their arms. "He helped us and got hurt in the process, really bad. Broken leg, arm and just a lot of stab wounds," he continued, shifting a bit on his feet with a nervous twitch. "Please help him."

Gil was just getting ready to grab his keys and go when he heard a commotion from around the front of his garage. He felt an immediate rush of anxious energy as he rushed around to see what was going on, his eyes stretching wide at the sight that greeted him, "shit..." He glanced between the group of frantic omnics as they all seemed to speak at once, holding his hands up until only one of them explained, "It was the usual gang, wasn't it?" He'd repaired plenty of omnics from that gang's abuse.

He frowned as he easily took the taller young man in his arms, instructing the group to clear off the table for him as he laid Michael down on it, "dammit Michael..." He mumbled with an anxious shaking to his voice. He left the room for a moment to grab his tools to bring them back to where he was working, as well as a pair of goggles that could magnify if he needed.

He swallowed hard as he pulled open Michael's shirt to get at the stab wounds first, his own metal hands delicate as he began to try and repair the wires inside and solder them shut, wiping sweat from his face from the head of the equipment. When he'd gotten the stab wounds repaired as best as he could manage, he moved to work on the broken limbs, pulling back after about three hours of working, reaching to brush a hand over Michael's cheek, "Mich? Please wake up..."