"I don't actually remember much of the attack... It's normal, you know. After brain trauma. I've seen my chart."

First Aid's hands curl around Rampage's horns and his visor dims. His spark pulses with sadness, but he's comforted by Rampage and Sixshot's closeness.

"Unless you poured it into my mouth, I don't taste anything."

He gives Rampage's head a stroke before he pulls back and sets his hands on his wheelchair. He moves back, then further into the medibay.

"How are you both doing?"