Even apples won't keep this one away

[docbot]

WHO: Ratchet and YOU
WHERE: Solus's Temple - Medbay
WHEN During/after the Event
WHAT: Medbay shenanigans
WARNINGS: None yet

There's a lot of people who were injured during the Second Wave, and most of them are going to end up in the medbay somehow. This log is for anyone who wants to log dragging/being dragged in for repairs, having repairs done/finished, or just coming to visit Ratchet to watch or help out. Ratchet's openned the Med Bay to everyone, just tag in a new thread with a time tag on it and I'll log with you c:

(Although, Starscream might get screamed at and mauled for removing Blurr's arm >>)

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

Wheeljack wanted to avoid this situation if possible. He'd already assured Ratchet he'd come back unscathed, and here he was with dents and skidmarks. No way that wasn't going to catch the medic's attention when he was already one of his favourite patients. And if it was anything like last time...

You could do this, Wheeljack. Rolling his shoulders (painfully. Yeah, he was pretty sore everywhere.), he strode into the medical bay, hoping to be as stealthy as possible with all that was going on. After all, he didn't want to be the main attraction. Maybe Ratchet would be busy with some other patient and he could just slip in, get a buffer and slip out. Finish the job himself. As for the aches, they'd clear up on their own.

No need to trouble him for it. Now he just had to make sure the doc didn't see him...

[docbot]

Wheeljack, your chances of getting through Ratchet's medical bay without being noticed are a big fat "NOPE". He's gone into a state of hyper-awareness from all the stress and activity that's been going on. After this is over, he's probably going to crash, but until then... he's quite able to throw a wrench at your head with pinpoint precision without even looking over his shoulder.

"Get over here and let me look you over, slag-for-brains. I can hear you limping."

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Well, give him points for trying. He got through the door, at least. Wheeljack's hand went to his helm as he heard the voice, his little wings perking up in surprise. Weren't old bots supposed to be senile too? That's what he was hoping for, anyway. Guess he still had to wait a few centuries, still.

"I'm fine, Doc. Ya got more important things to worry about than this Wrecker."

[docbot]

He's not that old, Jack. You're going to need more than a few centuries to pull one over him.

"Actually, I can't think of anything more important, so get over here so I can do some 'clean up'."

Or punch you in the head. Woops.

Ratchet turns when he finishes speaking, putting down the circuits he'd been soldering so that he can walk in Wheeljack's direction, looking vaguely menacing.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Wheeljack wasn't phased by much when it came to fear, but he had to admit that watching Ratchet approach him was one of the few times he felt slightly uneasy. Not that he showed it outwardly. He gave a slight chuckle, waving his hand.

"It's just cosmetic. Did you tend to any other patients? Heard some of our boys had a rough time."

He held out his palm to stop Ratchet at the shoulder.

[docbot]

"Yes, they did have a hard time." Ratchet's expression flickers when he says that, from anger to exhaustion. "But everyone is ... stable for now."

He reaches up to grab Wheeljack by the wrist, expression hardening back into something more properly grumpy. "So I've got time to pound your dents out."

With his grip on Wheeljack, he pulls, trying to lead him towards a berth and sit him down.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

And Wheeljack is pulled along, and like a good patient, he sits on the berth, although he's not really that happy about it. He really didn't want Ratchet to worry too much...

"If it'll make ya happy."

Might as well let Ratchet have this moment.

"On the bright side, I didn't die."