Pharma had been careful to make sure that he wasn't seen hanging around this clinic too much since his chat with Ratchet. Didn't want to seem desperate or anything. But the fact that First Aid was here, that the last thing he remembered was First Aid's finger tightening around a trigger, stuck with him.

He's just starting to doze off into his umpteenth bout of unwakefulness, slouched and hidden in the shadows, when he hears someone coming. First Aid, he realizes after a moment of looking around and noticing that he was, indeed, no longer alone.

He moves quickly, the teeth of a stationary chainsaw blade coming over First Aid's head to dig into his neck and pin him against Pharma as he moves behind him. "Fancy meeting you here," he purrs.