MZ-33 was not a nurse droid. They were not programmed to babysit dying Jedi. They were programmed for protocol procedures and of course covering fire if necessary. It has been a few times in their long tenure of working with Jedi. This was frustrating, sitting behind hoping that Commander Raynor didn't die. He was unconscious. Humans were fragile beings too. 

The all-clear wasn't coming. The mission wasn't being completed. The droid factory was still pumping out enemies. Enough time had passed that it should have. Something had gone sideways. MZ-33 turned to the Commander who lay unconscious. She considered the course of action that needed to be done. The mission needed to be finished and she had been ordered to take care of the Commander by her Jedi. If she could sigh she would have. 

Instead, she reached out and slapped the Commander. [color=#ff8c69]Commander. I need you conscious for this. We are ride or die Repulic boy. Get up. I'll carry you and you keep cover on me. We will get this mission completed."[/color]