"Rampage," Ratchet says and grits his teeth, wanting four extra hands, wanting both his damn legs, wanting to scream as First Aid's small body leaks itself dry under his hands. "Unless you're about to drop dead, I have to do this first. Can you call any of the other medics? Ambulon, Megatron, anyone? Please."

The next words feel ripped from him as he leans harder into his crutches, his hands never slowing.

"I can't do this by myself."