[Ratchet had started walking before the transmission had even ended.]
[It was slow going--he ached everywhere, knowing he probably still had energon in places from the hours upon hours in surgery frantically trying to keep First Aid alive, his spark aching in an entirely non-metaphorical way from the emergency jump he's sure First Aid will shout at him about later. For now, First Aid is unconscious and looked after and healing, and Ratchet has the time to make his way over to Decepticon House, limping mostly steadily on his crutches. He watches Megatron start to raise the weapon over his head and plants his crutches more heavily, louder, though he doesn't speed up. He does pitch his voice to carry as he draws up nearer, sounding deeply tired.]
Kid. [A little exasperated, too.] What the hell are you doing?
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[It was slow going--he ached everywhere, knowing he probably still had energon in places from the hours upon hours in surgery frantically trying to keep First Aid alive, his spark aching in an entirely non-metaphorical way from the emergency jump he's sure First Aid will shout at him about later. For now, First Aid is unconscious and looked after and healing, and Ratchet has the time to make his way over to Decepticon House, limping mostly steadily on his crutches. He watches Megatron start to raise the weapon over his head and plants his crutches more heavily, louder, though he doesn't speed up. He does pitch his voice to carry as he draws up nearer, sounding deeply tired.]
Kid. [A little exasperated, too.] What the hell are you doing?