First Aid's hands clench into fists at his sides, then turns his head away angrily. He's too tired for this.

"I would have rather him tear the whole city streets apart going after you than tear you limb from limb. We can rebuild. We can't rebuild you."

He punches the door open, then pauses and transforms into his ambulance mode, idling for a moment. (It's a city built for giant transforming robots, okay. There are big doors everywhere.)

"I'm a little bit tired of being helpless to keep people I care about from being torn apart. You could have had someone tell me. Friends generally tell their friends when something bad has happened to them, or you know, get someone else to if they can't. So, if you'll excuse me, sir, I have some rubbish to take out."