[He tries to protest but Optimus, when he got like this, there was no turning back. The medic was like putty in his hand, moving and rearranging the two of them. Neatly, Ratchet sat as gestured to. Ratchet's optics rest on his lap as he feels the scanner run over him.
So far, everything was looking good.
Ratchet peeks up at Optimus, almost as if he were a child in time out.]
You don't have to... [Ratchet mumbles. He could do it himself...]
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So far, everything was looking good.
Ratchet peeks up at Optimus, almost as if he were a child in time out.]
You don't have to... [Ratchet mumbles. He could do it himself...]