First Aid's thoughts are caught in a loop. He feels nauseated thinking about Tarn, unsafe, and his venting hitches when Ambulon moves his hand to his shoulder. His body wants to flinch, but he doesn't have the strength to move much.
"Ratchet?" Oh, God. Why? Tarn would be back to tear him apart eventually. There's no way his pride would allow it.
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First Aid's thoughts are caught in a loop. He feels nauseated thinking about Tarn, unsafe, and his venting hitches when Ambulon moves his hand to his shoulder. His body wants to flinch, but he doesn't have the strength to move much.
"Ratchet?" Oh, God. Why? Tarn would be back to tear him apart eventually. There's no way his pride would allow it.
"No..."