Ratchet watches Megatron's face for another moment, tanks churning. He almost asks--who it was, what they took--if he knows what they took. But it's not his business, not really, and it's not like there's anything to be done about it now.
"Yeah, all right. Hold still." He takes Megatron's elbow and presses the syringe to a major line bared by the hinge of the joint there, pressing the plunger and watching it empty with a soft, pneumatic hiss. He does this twice more before he lets Megatron go and steps back, looking suddenly very tired.
"Go on, sit up. One more thing and you can go." He starts collecting some of the chemicals they've managed to scrape together, his mouth set into a thin line and his optics dim.
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Ratchet watches Megatron's face for another moment, tanks churning. He almost asks--who it was, what they took--if he knows what they took. But it's not his business, not really, and it's not like there's anything to be done about it now.
"Yeah, all right. Hold still." He takes Megatron's elbow and presses the syringe to a major line bared by the hinge of the joint there, pressing the plunger and watching it empty with a soft, pneumatic hiss. He does this twice more before he lets Megatron go and steps back, looking suddenly very tired.
"Go on, sit up. One more thing and you can go." He starts collecting some of the chemicals they've managed to scrape together, his mouth set into a thin line and his optics dim.