Tarn hisses slightly in pain as Spinister slides a hand under his injured shoulder but quickly tamps it down. This is going to have to happen, he may as well gather his last shreds of dignity and get it over with as quickly as possible.

Pharma was right, though, he doesn't look very good at all. Between the multiple energon leaks and blow to the processor he is decidedly woozy and the longer he sits the worse it seems to get. Hopefully the fumbling can be kept to a minimum and the two fliers can drag him inside quickly. He lets his head sag, chin bumping against the top of his chest plate as he shutters his functional optic.