Before long, Stress found herself racing neck and neck with Doc of all people, the cyborg hellbent on winning this race. She grinned before firing off another rockets, pulling just a hair ahead.
And then Doc fired his rocket.
And then Stress.
And then Doc.
And then Stress.
And then Doc slammed face-first into a tree at full speed.

"Oh my gosh- Doc are you alright?" Stress asked, catching the cyborgs arm to slow his fall. Didn't need him breaking any more of his face...mechanics.
Parts of the wiring sparked as he turned his head to look at Stress, the red light flickering before powering down, some of the circuitry broken from the impact.

"I'm so sorry Doc, here. Can you stand?" She wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled him up to sit him down on a log. For as short as she was, Stress was surprisingly strong and Doc was shocked when the witch managed to haul him to his feet with ease.
"D'you want me to try and fix this or call for Iskall?" Stress asked, glancing over the broken pieces as she bit her lip. It didn't look too bad. The metal casing took the brunt of it though some solder holding the wires to the motherboard came undone from years and years of hasty repairs.
"Doc, this looks a mess- not from the crash, but just in general."

The cyborg at least had the decency to look sheepish.
"It's seen a lot of use, I guess."

"I'll say. Half the solder is cracked from age."

"That bad huh. I don't mind you fixing it up. if you don't know where something goes though, please ask. I don't need another incident of my arm being wired incorrectly."

"Of course. Though erm- do you happen to have a soldering iron and some solder?" Stress laughed, pulling out an ender chest from her bag and plonked it on the jungle floor. They weren't too far off from the coordinates and they were miles ahead of the others due to their excessive firework usage. Fixing up Doc wasn't a setback, really, and Stress did feel bad about inadvertently breaking the cyborg.
Even if it was his fault that he wasn't looking where he was going.

Doc just smiled and pulled out a shulker with everything needed to repair him, powering the tool from a rather large redstone block.
"Scar did say to gear up. I'd be stupid if I forgot this back home."

Stress laughed again, "I suppose you're right. Now, please hold still, I don't want to hurt you." She said, her lighthearted banter shifting to a more serious tone as she picked up the soldering iron and went to work fixing Doc back up.

Before long, Stress sat back, double checking her work to make sure it was correct.
"That should be good, Doc." She hummed happily as she set the solder iron down and carefully removed the wires that attached it to the power source, packing everything back away into the shulker box it all came from.

Doc stretched his arm out in front of him, smiling at the lack of sparks coming from him.
"Thank you Stress." He hummed, giving the witch an easy grin. "The others are probably already there. We should hurry up."

"Are you really saying you're down for a rematch?" The witch tilted her head at him, one hand on her hip. "If you crash into a tree, I'm not fixing you up again, I hope you know that." She teased.

Doc simply responded by shoving everything into his own bag and taking off in a flurry of firework sparks.

"You're heading the wrong way!"

And Stress had to hold back a laugh as Doc made a very inelegant 180, accompanied by an equally inelegant noise.