The ferocious medic stalks his prey....

[sword_redemption]

Who: IDW!Drift and Prime!Ratchet
Where: In the Junkpile. The lonely, angsty Junkpile
What: A real medic berates checks over Drift
When:  Post this , thanks to like_a_bossbot  for the teensy threadjack
Warnings: Drift's an idiot.


It would be nice to know, at least, if he wasn't contagious.  Then, at least, he could stop worrying about Wing.  Though, if Drift were being completely honest with himself, he wasn't looking forward to a visit from Ratchet.

Sure, this wasn't his Ratchet, but they were similar in a lot of ways. Especially the gruff, pushy, slightly scary ways.  

Ratchet needed to lighten up. Positive energy! That's what they needed.  

He could use that advice himself.  Right. Positive energy. Optimism. He's got this.

He..hopes he continues to 'got this' as he waits for the other's arrival. 

There's no use running from Ratchets.  He's learned that much.

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[docbot]

No, there is never any use running from Ratchets. They are tireless, ornery mechs, who will forgo fuel and recharge all for the sole purpose of finding their prey patients and making them accept treatment.

Which is why it doesn't take very long at all for Ratchet to show up at the coordinates that Drift had provided. There's a bit of a dark cloud over his head, although he's reining in his bad mood for the moment, hoping that Drift is not going to be as hard to care for as certain other bots... and given that there is, in fact, a mech standing at the location provided, Ratchet has high hopes.

"Drift?"