"I have at least one critical patient back in the medibay, but she's being cared for," Ratchet says, the anger in his voice barely even thinly veiled now. His optics narrow when he watches Prowl's non-reaction to the shift in his shoulder, though, the corners of his mouth tightening.

"What is wrong with you?" he demands, barely even knowing where to begin in more specific terms than that.