"I'll... see what I can do." Ratchet settles her down against the slab again and digs until he finds a blanket, then settles her until she's on top of it with it tucked around her and under her head. "Just--don't try to go anywhere for a bit, all right?"

He limps hastily to the back room and digs out his comm, pulling up pretty much the only expert he knows' number.

"June?" he asks into the mic, sounding uncharacteristically hesitant. "I need--I have a-a friend of mine, here. She's injured, and I can't tell how badly. I taped her ribs and her ankle but she hit her head and I--" He stops for a moment, and when he speaks again he sounds as frightened as anyone ever hears him, the liquid in his tanks turning to icy sludge even as he meets her eyes over the vid pickup, his own optics pale and open.

"I need your help. Please. I don't know what to do."