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 actually laughs, a low, black sound, but his optics are glinting.

"Oh, I know," he says, shaking his helm. "Being CMO means I wasn't shoved anywhere the supply lines were too bad, usually, not by my own choice, but it happened. I'm glad we have someone who knows organic medicine around, though. It doesn't seem to exactly be Valeria's specialty, on top of her being three, and it's certainly not mine."

[milkruns]

Oh, and he laughs. That's almost a novelty to June. She grins a little, wryly, looking up to study his face.

"Yeah, I've met a few humans, and none of them doctors, but I guess there are even more about. I'm even shorter on supplies, though, so I'll have to do some looking around..." June stops, her brow furrowing.

"I'm sorry, three what?"

[asafepairofhands]

"Three years old. That's young for you lot, isn't it? She seems young, anyway."

He pauses, catching the look on June's face.

"You all right?"

[milkruns]

"Young?" June repeats, staring agape at Ratchet. "Young? She's a toddler! You're telling me you've been letting a three year old run around unsupervised? Around a bunch of giant robots who can barely watch where they step with adult humans?"