@elluq liked for a starter!
Dragonsbane had been standing outside the doors of the med bay for a few beats too long now, trying to work up the nerve to enter. A sense of dread was settling into her core the longer she stood there, and the femme vented air through her sharp denta in a frustrated sigh.
This wasn’t the Nemesis. Ratchet surely wouldn’t be happy to hear that she’d gotten banged up again from another rough landing, but she had nothing to fear from him (...she hoped). Besides, she’d made a promise to Wheeljack that she’d stop ignoring minor injuries (”just because they don’t hurt doesn’t mean you should treat them” he’d said).
Eventually, Dragonsbane mumbled a small curse, and moved forward through the automatic doors before she could think twice, and entered the med bay.
“Knock knock, doc.” The femme called out, hoping a little bit of humor would help lessen her unease. “Is anyone in today?”