Ratchet doesn't mistake that voice either, and he doesn't look up.
"Good, you're here. I need your hands--he needs to be turned over so I can start on his back. Rodimus, you're relieved, go get some rest. I know you're about to pass out." He finishes up what he's doing and draws back--he's slick with energon to the elbow, some spattered on his face, and he looks only very briefly, flickeringly tired before he straightens in his crutches again--then almost drops them when he catches sight of Megatron's face, his optics paling.
"What the hell happened to you? You were gone for--" Ratchet cuts himself off, swearing, then looks back at Drift. Megatron has already finished prepping an IV--he can obviously still work. He looks almost pained as his optics flick back up to that half-ruined face.
"I genuinely don't have time to fix that right now," he says, an odd kind of strain in his voice. "Help me get him turned over and you can hook that up."
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"Good, you're here. I need your hands--he needs to be turned over so I can start on his back. Rodimus, you're relieved, go get some rest. I know you're about to pass out." He finishes up what he's doing and draws back--he's slick with energon to the elbow, some spattered on his face, and he looks only very briefly, flickeringly tired before he straightens in his crutches again--then almost drops them when he catches sight of Megatron's face, his optics paling.
"What the hell happened to you? You were gone for--" Ratchet cuts himself off, swearing, then looks back at Drift. Megatron has already finished prepping an IV--he can obviously still work. He looks almost pained as his optics flick back up to that half-ruined face.
"I genuinely don't have time to fix that right now," he says, an odd kind of strain in his voice. "Help me get him turned over and you can hook that up."