After a couple of minutes, the mortified lemming slowly unshielded his eyes, hyper-aware that it was getting dark. He had seen Bender be injured before, but not in such a brutal way like falling from such a great height. He needed to act fast, and the first thing he needed to do was find remnants of him. Arising from the rough ground, he tiptoed into the soil, looking everywhere he could to find a part of Bender. "Bender?" He called out. "Where are you?"
"Down here, you bastard!" He yelled irritably. To the right of Crow was Bender's head, fully functioning and obnoxious as ever. He couldn't have been more relieved to hear his voice.
"Bender! You're alive!" He scooped up his head and cradled it happily, although with some strain, not expecting him to be so hefty.
"Alright, alright, cut the dramatics. I told you I could take it!" Bender, who normally would push Crow off to stop his smothering remained motionless with a puss face.
"Where's the rest of your body? The sun is going down and we can't be out here!" Crow put down Bender's head and squatted to talk to him. "Heh. For once, I'm taller than you."
"Not for long, half-pint. My torso, arms, and legs shouldn't be far. I'm pretty heavy."
"How heavy?"
"Five hundred twenty-five pounds, baby. Forty percent zinc, forty percent titanium, and thirty percent iron." He declared proudly.
"Nonsense. That adds up to one hundred ten percent!" Crow refuted, trying to drag Bender's torso on the rocks. He saw a patch of grass a couple of yards away close to the rest of his body and changed his course of action.
"Doesn't matter. I'm made of the finest metals out there." Crow picked up the robot's head once more. "Where the hell are you taking me?" Bender interrogated.
"To that little grass area." He pointed. "I'm going to put you back together."
"Nuh-uh. You better get your grubby, furry hands off of me!" Bender refused stubbornly.
"You really can't do anything without the rest of your body." he placed his head on the soft foliage and walked back to the scattered pieces of the angry robot.
"You love to torture me, don't you Crow?" The robot squinted.
"If taking care of you constitutes as torture, then yes!" Crow remarked matter-of-factly, confident in his ability to fix Bender.
"One more thing: you better not give me that 'I was so worried about you' shtick. Nobody worries about Bender." He watched Crow lug his hollow torso, getting fed up by Crow's unresponsiveness. "You got that?" He raised his voice, trying to be assertive.
"You're heavier than you look," Crow answered, ignoring the robot's demands. He went mute, pondering if he offended the lemming. This guy's got me acting soft! He complained to himself. He shut his eyes while he began to muster up the courage to say something to Crow, who was in front of him with his steel chest.
"I—I take back what I said!" He blurted, hearing Crow grunt as he put the other part of his body onto the grass with a light thump. "You can worry about me, just this once."
The green-haired creature lifted Bender's flummoxed head, gingerly screwing it back into place. "I'll worry about you even when you're not a bunch of scrap metal." He lightly beamed at the smart-mouthed bending unit. "I'll be back with your arms. Hang tight!" Despite how physically laborious it would be to put a robot back together, Crow sauntered to the heap of parts with a spring in his step.
Bender sat there, armless and legless, not pondering why a plucky lemming like Crow cared so much about a selfish, scheming, lecherous robot like himself, but why he looked at him with such an amount of trust and comfort. It confused him how a simple tap on the back, from his coworker of all people, ceased his earlier outburst. Not wanting to think about it much longer, he dismissed it as a one-time thing. All the vulnerable robot could do was watch Crow return with his limbs, anticipating to be reassembled.