He felt himself being thrown onto the wall. Blasts from his grandfather's gun soon followed.
He felt himself being picked up, cradled in Rick's arms, and carried to safety.
He heard Rick explain that his portal gun was broken.
There was no going back home. They were stuck there.
He felt himself being lowered onto the ground, onto cushioning flowers that gave him comfort.
For 3 days and 3 nights, they survived. Rick brought in food and water and treated Morty as best he could.
But it was not enough.
While Rick was out scavenging, Morty laid where he did. He was getting better.
A monster appeared to attack the camp. Clearly it wanted food, but Morty wouldn't allow him.
With all the strength he could muster, Morty picked himself up to defend the camp.
Grabbing a spear, he launched.
He struck the monster once, and then he was thrown again.
He reached for the spear that landed beside him and pushed himself up, his breathing jagged.
Morty attacked again, and again he found himself on the floor. Fresh cuts and pain covered his body.
He heard blasts once again and knew at once that it was Rick.
He had come to save him, right?
The blasts went silent and a thud was hurt. Morty couldn't bring himself to look up.
Squealing from the monster became distant and he knew he was alone.
He couldn't tell if Rick was still there.
Unconsciousness was flooding over him again. It seemed like forever he waited for it to completely take over.
Morty stared down at his broken body, the look of sadness in his face.
He felt a hand grab his shoulder, and he turned to see Rick looking at him as well.
"Rick, what?"
"Don't think about it Morty. Let's go."
"Where?"
"We got adventures to take. Rick and Morty 100 years, forever and forever. Right Morty?"
Morty smiled.
"Yeah."