if you pray to god for rain, don't you complain about the lightning

[asafepairofhands]

Who: Ratchet and YOU and also whoever else wants to set up threads in here
What: Ratchet's limping around on crutches, feel free to put yourself in the line of fire
Where: Red Alert's clinic
When: A little while after Drift is conscious
Warnings: YELLING? yelling probably


Well, it had been a few days and nobody had nearly died again so Ratchet starts to let himself relax a little.

Not much, mind--Drift and Nautica are still bedridden, if not critical, and there are people in and out all the time. This is completely ignoring the fact that Pharma and Tarn are wandering around out there somewhere, probably terrorizing the general populace or maiming things or doing whatever else psychotic killers do in their clearly abundant free time. Ratchet has no such luxury, and he works, maintaining the patients he already has on top of trying to handle anyone else who comes in the door. He's just not necessarily pleasant about it.

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[asafepairofhands]

Ratchet sucks in another long vent of cool air... before his shoulders relax slightly and he looks away, shuttering his optics and bringing a hand up to pinch hard at the bridge of his nose.

"He destroyed the leg with his bare hands before he cut it off. It's hard not to think about it," he says shortly, rubbing a rough hand over his face before he drops it back to the handle of his crutch and looks back at Shockwave, tired but no longer angry. "When I'm not busy, I mean. Makes breaks slightly less appealing. But I know my limits. And I don't want anybody forcing me out of here in some misguided attempt to make me lay around on a berth instead of being useful, because it won't actually help."

[tomemyoutliers]

"I see," is all Shockwave says for the moment, face sympathetic. One hand goes to briefly grasp Ratchet's shoulder in a gesture of concern and trust that he knows what is best for him, although Shockwave sincerely doubts he would keep himself from overworking.

He'll have to find a way to deal with that. Somehow.

"It shouldn't be difficult to fabricate a replacement - when we've found the materials required." He dislikes the fact he does not have ridiculous amounts of money to buy whatever he wants and needs anymore. It's been a cruel and difficult adjustment period, what can he say?

[asafepairofhands]

Ratchet stares briefly down at the hand on his shoulder, then back up at Shockwave, his face softening very, very slightly.

"You're not used to working with resource shortages either," he says, faintly wry. "No fun, is it?"

[tomemyoutliers]

It is the worst. He cannot work like this, Ratchet, his creativity and helpfulness is stunted and he is so very frustrated with his inability to do practically anything of value or of use so he spends his days coming up with bigger and better plans to do to make this place livable and that's a bad idea as far as anyone else should be concerned.

It is the worst, and it's very clear on his face.

"No, I'd never recommend it."

THE. WORST.