#sickbayready

[psychopathichelicopter]

sickbayready is being tracked.

"Um.."

[explosive-wrecker]

Ratchet is about to lose his slag.

[sickbayready started following you]

"Whatever they said - I didn't do it."

[kaons-finest]

sickbayready has entered the arena.

The former Decepticon warlord shifted when a signal came to his attention. He knew that one: the medic the worked along side his personal medic, First Aid. The Prime's medic, no less.

::What a surprise. I would have thought you would have been put down with your Prime.::

[scienceandsniperrifles]

+ Sickbayready

::How surprising to see you here.::

[used-to-be-purple]

sickbayready has stepped into your office

The office wasn't as large as others within the hospital but it did its job, keeping his files in place and hiding him from prying optics when he wasn't seeing a patient. A few datapads were neatly stacked on the desk and the medic sat in his chair, hunched over and flipping through one of the datapads. 

Though the servo that wasn't toying with the screen picked at chipping crimson paint, exposing the bright purple underneath. The mech hummed at the sound of his door opening, golden optics lifting slowly. 

"... Ratchet?" His head tilted, frowning lightly. "Is there something wrong? I assure you that whatever the patients are complaining about involving me isn't true. My bedside manner has improved, I promise."

[autobotveteran]

Hey, Kup. I got a job. I'm working the next 4 days straight. It's an all night shift so I probably won't see you very much until I get a day off.

Congratulations, lad. That’s alright — look forward ta seein’ you when you’re done.

[autobotveteran]

K-Kup?

Yeah, lad?

[autobotveteran]

Hey Kup, we haven't talked for a while. You are always working and by the time you get home, I'm in recharge already

"Hey, lad …. Sorry for the absence, I promise to make it up to you. I’ll be home in a bit; just had to run a couple errands."