"Leaving an injury for that long can cause lasting--" First Aid starts, but his voice wavers at the sound. Heat lances through him and settles in his array, making him walk somewhat bowlegged as he hurries away.

First Aid has to take a moment to vent, gripping the side of a table as he collects himself, then pours himself a cold glass of energon with a shaky hand. He fuels quickly, the cold liquid shocking his systems as it rushes through overheated lines, but it's only a brief moment of relief. It helps cool, but it doesn't do anything for the charge.

When he returns, he's a little bit more composed, though it's just a thin veil.

"Sorry about the wait. Could you list your symptoms?"