Who: Drift and First Aid
What: Unsurprisingly someone got his stupid aft injured fighting the terrorpedes.
Where: field medic field?
When: after the battle.
Warnings: Drift's still an idiot: First Aid may get poofy at him again.

All right. Okay. Fine. Even Drift could--occasionally--admit he was actually a little on the need-of-repairs side of the line. He's only doing this though, because he had plans for later. Big plans. Plans which he did NOT want interrupted or curtailed by nagging.

So he rolled over--a bit limpily on one flattened tire--to where First Aid has set up shop. He'd gotten some bug gut goo all over him, a few bites, and a crushed wrist, but hey, it's all in a day's fun.

He pushed up to his bipedal mode, trying to hide the wince. "Hey. Uh. You busy?"