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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[phase6kindofbot]

“Obtaining energon’s not the problem,” Sixshot admits with an awkward canine shrug.

“As you know,” because Sixshot yakked about it in the fight after he’d chased Ratchet down. “I was reconstructed with a regenerative dark matter fission cell.”

“I cannot consume energon anymore. I am not capable obtaining of the energy high that results from energon consumption.”

[asafepairofhands]

"Right," Ratchet says, remembering now. He's recalling that whole chase more vividly now, actually.

"Well, you have my deepest sympathies. Or something."

[phase6kindofbot]

Sixshat makes an odd face at that, stance suddenly stiff and awkward. He should probably leave.

Like, right now.

After a moment of internal debate however, he stays put, eyes drifting to the clinic.

"... How is First Aid?"

[asafepairofhands]

Ratchet watches Sixshot tense and goes taut himself, his optics sharpening.

"...he's been better," he asks, his voice flat. "Why?"

[phase6kindofbot]

"Met him at the crater," Sixshot murmurs distantly in answer. Eventually, his attention returns to the medic before him, taking in the sudden change in demeanor.

With an internal shrug, he finally, wordlessly raises himself up onto his four feet again and turns to leave.