Ratchet barely manages to modulate his voice into something that isn't a shriek, hobbling around a broken chunk of building and finding Rampage pressing one of his own torn lines to--he feels the bottom drop from his tanks and fall, endlessly, as he barely recognizes the medic insignia emblazoned on one energon-smeared shoulder of the crumpled mess on the ground. It's First Aid--it has to be, though he's unrecognizable. Ratchet takes a split second to be stunned and sick before he refocuses his attention, drawing himself up on his crutches.
"You want to help?" he snaps at Rampage, his ventilation short and shallow now, calculations for equipment and supplies needed already running through his head, triaging injuries as he sees them, barely taking his optics off First Aid. "Get him back to the medibay, now, let's go!"
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Ratchet barely manages to modulate his voice into something that isn't a shriek, hobbling around a broken chunk of building and finding Rampage pressing one of his own torn lines to--he feels the bottom drop from his tanks and fall, endlessly, as he barely recognizes the medic insignia emblazoned on one energon-smeared shoulder of the crumpled mess on the ground. It's First Aid--it has to be, though he's unrecognizable. Ratchet takes a split second to be stunned and sick before he refocuses his attention, drawing himself up on his crutches.
"You want to help?" he snaps at Rampage, his ventilation short and shallow now, calculations for equipment and supplies needed already running through his head, triaging injuries as he sees them, barely taking his optics off First Aid. "Get him back to the medibay, now, let's go!"