The light of First Aid's visor powers down again for a few moments and he's seemingly gone back to sleep. He was really tired, and the siren call of recharge was always there, but he vents deep a moment later and his hand blindly reaches out until he manages to pat Sixshot's nose a few more times and settle down limply on the large snoot.

He was confused. Why was Sixshot here? Medical base programming informed him he was in the ICU. Other instinct informed him Ratchet would have punted him out before he ever managed to ooze onto the floor in touching range. There could be contaminants.

His vocalizer makes a few whirs and clicks as it calibrates. It would take about a day before it was fully settled in.

"Feel like..." Good start. Full of static, low volume, but functional. "Got hit with a World Burner."