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Ratchet was sitting on a chair in the Medbay, taking a last look at the five Autobots laying on top of the medical berths.
He sighed.
Until a few moments ago he had been working as fast as he could, to fix his badly damaged friends, each and every of them could have easily died during the last night, but he managed it again.
He managed to bring them back from the edge of the well.
Outside of the base it must have been a hard fight with the Decepticons, but inside his medbay he had to fight his own battle against their injuries and the time.
Ratchet was thinking about the last night when he heard the door of the Medbay opening.
He first thought it would be Wheeljack who had been taking good care of him lately, but was surprised.
Optimus entered the Medbay, a concerned expression on his face.
“Are you all right, Old friend?”
The Medic stood up and looked over to him the exhaustion written all over his face.
“They are stable for now, I will do the minor work tomorrow, but... Scrap, I could really need another Medic. I don't think I will manage to do something like this another time, I nearly lost them because I couldn't SPLIT myself up!”
Ratchets servos clenched and he gritted his teethplates.
Optimus layed a calming servo on Ratchets shoulder.
“I thought Wheeljack would help around the Medbay?”
The old Medic sighed again and moved away from the soothing touch.
“Of course, and he is doing a good job, but he can only do the things I have explained to him, and only follows my orders. But I need a real medic, someone who can do a diagnosis by himself! I can only be at one patient by the time. Once there are two critical injured Mechs in here I would have to decide over their fate.”
With the back of his servo he wiped away some coolant, still sticking on his faceplates.
“Perhaps you should take an apprentice?”
The old Medic laughed bitterly.
“I ain't a teacher, Optimus. And I have enough work to do as it is right now.”
Optimus frowned at his friend.
“Maybe you should make some time for this.”
The door of the Medbay opened again with a hiss and revealed Wheeljack, who was carrying two cubes of Energon.
He stopped when he saw the two of them looking in his direction.
“Oh Prime! What are you doing here?”
Optimus turned back to Ratchet before answering.
“Just looking for an old friend.”
Wheeljack nodded and walked towards the Medic, placing a cube of Energon in his servos.
“He's going to refuel and then he should recharge. It's been a long day.”
Ratchet took the cube and murmured something in a displeased tune but drank the Energon nevertheless.
In a few sips the cube was emptied, and he gave it back to his friend.
He turned to the red-blue Mech besides him, looking up to his leader.
“I'll think about it.”
The Prime nodded in response, before his friend was pushed towards the door of his office.
“Now it's time for your recharge, grumpy, i'm here to wake you if something happens.
Ratchet grumbled something inaudible again but disappeared in his Office, where a spare bed stood, for times like this, when the way to his quarters was far to long.
Once the door has closed behind the tired Medic, Wheeljack turned over to the Prime.
“What were you two talking about?”
Optimus looked over to Ratchets Office and back to Wheeljack before he answered.
“We were talking about him working to much.”