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WHO: TFP!Ratchet and IDW First Aid
WHERE: Medbay, Solus's temple
WHEN Now!
WHAT: First Aid try hard every day. Sometimes he just gets tired out. :c
WARNINGS: kawaii


Even for a fully functioning cybertronian with a vehicular altmode, travel was something that was time consuming and a bit challenging. For First Aid, it was something that took all day traveling on foot. And he'd been doing this from the day he woke up in Megatronus's temple.

By the time he reached the medbay at Solus's temple, he was aching and underfueled, and there was some shame as he immediately helped himself to some energon with the direction of an Acolyte. It hit his fuel tank like a ton of lead, making him dizzy for a moment as his systems leeched power back into them. It didn't do much for the whine of alerts in his HUD, pointing out stressed joints, hydraulics on the brink of failure, all joining up with the usual problems from his malfunctioned t-cog. Those are things he can worry about later, in private.

Then he dragged himself to the medbay, masking any sign of exhaustion or pain as he poked his head in, sneaking in as quietly as he could manage. Ratchet had been particularly overworked; he didn't really want to interrupt him if he was busy, recharging, or anything else. Instead, he merely set off to find the patient roster and care sheets, just to see who was in and who might be stopping by.

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First Aid's frame might be slightly different from those that Ratchet's used to, but he's noticed that something's off about his assistant's manner. He's just not been sure what -- t-cog issues don't quite show the same way in his universe (they don't seem to show at all, actually).

Since First Aid is a medic himself, and he seems to know what he's doing, Ratchet had decided to just keep an eye on him and stay quiet about this for now.

He might regret that decision, though, if that ends up with First Aid falling over at some point.

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Eventually, First Aid really can't just act like he's just there for the work. Truthfully, he came around since he found Ratchet nice, knowledgable and so on. He didn't really want to throw that potential for friendship away despite Pharma's disapproval. Now... that was something of an awkward topic. Technically, he was still his.

"Hello, Ratchet!"

It's very much said in passing as he bustles by, hands full of patient charts. Except, whatever grace and coolness he managed totally fails out a moment later.

And that sound, a pretty distinct, chk-sktttt, is the sound of an over stressed hip gyro failing.

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"Hey First Aid! How are-"

Oh. No, there's not much that causes that kind of noise.

Ratchet drops what he's doing and hurries over.

"Here, give me those."

Without further ado, he relieves First Aid of his charts, glancing down to figure out which side has blown so that he can circle around and offer the right arm.

"Do you think you can walk over to a patient berth, or will you need help?"

... although if more than the gyro just blew out, he could probably pick his assistant up. He's certainly lifted heavier mechs in his time.

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This is truly embarrassing. Hideously.

First Aid practically squeaks when Ratchet makes his way over and relieves him of the charts, his facial plating burning with heat even as he wobbles from the sudden stiffness in his right hip joint-- always the right. It hurt, and he probably should have listened to the warning signs a bit more; all the alerts in his HUD and the ache in his joints.

"I'm. I will be fine!"

And he pretty much had no choice. The issues with his t-cog meant that he immediately tried to lead off his stride with his right leg. The blown gyro meant that the leg refused to move. More stress on the leg just... causes the already stripping, huge screw holding his knee mechanisms together to just pop out.

That results in one nurse flat on his face.

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Except maybe not completely flat out, because Ratchet drops the charts and lunges to grab for Aid at the last minute. It's a little awkward -- he gets Aid's shoulder jammed into his grill -- but oh well.

"Doesn't look fine, Aid.", he frowns down at his assistant's knee and then makes a judgement call.

"I'm going to pick you up, alright?" And then without a pause for Aid to protest, he does just that, sweeping him up into a bridal carry in order to get him onto a medical berth.

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"Ah!"

It's extremely awkward to be on the receiving end of being picked up. He's done it dozens of times to others to move patients to fresh recharge slabs, but he's never quite had it done to him. First Aid dims his optics, trying to think of adequate excuses.

"It's nothing-- I was going to--"

He curls a hand around Ratchet's shoulders, watching his right leg dandle at the knee by the wiring, the sockets slipping out of place because of the loss of the screw. He shudders, placing his other hand over his face.

"I'm sorry. I just made more work for you!"