video;

[asafepairofhands]

[This time when Ratchet starts broadcasting, the video clicks on. He looks a little worn, but there's an underlying stubborn determination there, deepening the lines at the corners of his mouth.]

Ratchet here. Consider the inorganic section of medical officially back in business. That goes for everyone who's even part mechanical, not just Cybertronians--my door is open.

If you are Cybertronian and I haven't seen you for a check, you're due. I'm aware I still can't exactly order any of the Decepticons around ranking medical officer or not, but except for certain individuals who know who they are, you're welcome as well and I recommend it. Who knows what the hell this place is doing to us--I'd appreciate a baseline just in case something does go wrong and I end up having to do something about it.

Anyway, that's it. Ratchet out.

Comments

[asafepairofhands]

Here.

[His voice is from the larger section of medical, and he continues fiddling with whatever he's got on the desk before he turns around. He knows the claws are starkly visible but he doesn't flinch under Lúcio's stare, his expression perfectly level as he looks right back.]

What stuff do you have?

[wallride]

[lúcio doesn't hold it for long - likewise he'd rather ratchet not notice the ugly bruise spreading across his face, his slightly swollen nose and the face his wub gun, which is usually always with him, is missing.]

Left over blankets! The sheets in here are horribly stiff, no offense, so I'm gonna drop a few off in case any patients complain. The rest is coffee and tea, you know, the lessons I had with Adrien made me realise just how much doctors love that stuff.

[asafepairofhands]

Uh-huh. Thanks.

[Ratchet's optics are narrowed and he shifts down onto one knee and reaches out to touch the very tip of one claw delicately to the underside of Lúcio's chin, his lips thinning.]

What happened to you? [His voice is quiet, but does not brook argument.] Where's your modified weapon?

[wallride]

[he doesn't flinch back, but draws his eyebrows together.]

I made a stupid choice. It's nothing.

[asafepairofhands]

Sure as hell doesn't look like nothing.

[Ratchet's optics narrow at the injury spread over his face.]

Have you had that nose looked at, at least?

[wallride]

No-- it's... recent. You wanna have the honours, doc?

[it's a joke, but his tone is empty and vaguely upset.]

[asafepairofhands]

C'mere, kid.

[Ratchet plucks the bag delicately out of Lúcio's grip and scoops him up with the other hand, his claws curled gingerly around Lúcio's midsection until he's deposited very carefully on his feet on Ratchet's tabletop.]

Who did this?

[wallride]

[lúcio huffs.]

It doesn't matter. I have ideas for how to deal with this without it resorting to violence and a back up plan if it should

[asafepairofhands]

It sure as hell does matter.

[Ratchet's voice sharpens.]

I'm not going to go stepping on anybody, but I'd like to know if there's someone who's going to keep landing people in my medbay.

[wallride]

[how annoying. a good point.]

Reaper. Found him beat up in an alley, barely able to stand and made the mistake of trying to help him. This was the thanks I got.

[asafepairofhands]

Wh--him again? What the hell is this guy's problem?

[Ratchet's clawtips are gentle against Lúcio's face as he turns him and leans in to inspect, running a quick scan and huffing a soft, relieved vent of air.]

Well, it's not broken. Have you iced it at all?

[wallride]

Massive grudge against a few people on the ship, taking it out on everyone else, seems like.

[he tilts where he needs to, doesn't flinch at all. he trusts ratchet that much, at least.]

Only briefly. Friggin' hurts like it's broken, man.

[asafepairofhands]

I see. [Ratchet's voice is very mild, almost thoughtful as he pulls away and goes to pluck a small cold pack out of a freezer and tuck it carefully into a towel before he drags a sloped piece of lab equipment a little closer and nudges Lúcio gently at his midsection.]

Sit, and lean back against that with this on your face. I'll get you some painkillers, then put this stuff away.

[wallride]

Sorry, doc. Don't you have anything more important to do? I mean-- this isn't really all that bad...

[he takes the icepack regardless, pressing it to his face and leaning back as instructed.]

[asafepairofhands]

Yeah, go on, keep apologizing for getting punched in the face while you were trying to help somebody.

[Ratchet's voice is rough and almost fond, pressing the back of one claw briefly to Lúcio's shoulder before he draws back and busies himself. He has enough precision with the claws now that he can pour a glass of water and open a human-sized pill bottle without breaking anything, and he presses the bottle into Lúcio's hand, not quite up to picking individual ibuprofen up with the tips of his claws.]

Here. Just relax for a minute, all right? This does, in fact, happen to be my job.

[wallride]

[lúcio watches all this intently, clearly fascinated. he doesn't comment on the new hands, but he takes one out and swallows it.]

I know, I know. I just don't want to take you away from anything more important.

[asafepairofhands]

More important than treating patients?

[Ratchet's tone is mild, but his mouth tugs up at one corner as he starts storing the extra supplies Lúcio brought, keeping an optic on him.]

[wallride]

More... urgent patients?

[c'mon man all he did was get punched...]

[asafepairofhands]

I know how to triage, thanks. [Ratchet pokes his shoulder, very lightly.] And since you are not currently in possession of the thing you usually use to treat injuries, I figure you could use some extra help.

[wallride]

[he can't help but groan.]

Yeah, and it's gonna be fun to see if I can get it back without getting a shotgun to the face.

[asafepairofhands]

[Ratchet looks at him thoughtfully for a moment, then just hums, busying himself with putting things away again, an odd glint in his optics.]

How are you going to find him?

[wallride]

Not sure. Think I'm gonna ask the people who know him better how I can do it.

...If that fails then I'm gonna ask Reinhardt to break out his hammer.

[asafepairofhands]

Reinhardt? I met him, back on the last planet.

[Ratchet actually smiles a little, remembering.]

Seems like a good guy to have at your back when you go knocking on somebody's door to get your stuff.

[wallride]

Yeah, he is...

[lúcio trails of for a moment.]

I dunno. He said he was part of Overwatch and apparently this Reaper guy was part of Overwatch, maybe he wouldn't be the best person to ask. I don't want to upset him.

[asafepairofhands]

Hmmm, maybe.

[Ratchet slants a glance down at Lúcio, his helm tilting a little.]

You want me to go with you?