Swerve and W. Worth.
It took Velocity six tries before she was able to throw everyone out of the medibay. Skids kept finding new topics of conversation of utmost importance (“No, no, really. You don’t understand this ship: we need to figure out how to paint hallway H-36”), Rewind was a willy little thing that had a tendency to slip back when her back was turned and Tailgate simply had those optics. In the end, it’s Chromedome, feeling her distress, that backed her up when she tried again to make them leave her patient’s side.
She would have felt down for not being able to do it herself if it hadn’t been for Chromedome reassuring her: “We’re all a servoful on this ship. Once you understand how we work, you’ll know how to steer us. I know it, First Aid managed it.”
Servoful they were alright, but also a bunch of sweetsparks. If a little odd at times. And, okay, some were a bit mean-spirited against each other… Still, they cared. They cared so much they hadn’t want to leave their friend’s side - Swerve’s side. They even went out of their way and right into a painful investigation to try to find him.
She softly smiled down at the stocky little chatterbox that was trying to tell her a hilarious story (“I swear wait ‘till you hear it”) through his yawns. She had felt a little bad to separate him from his friends after what he had gone through but he needed his rest too.
After all, it was her job to ensure the recovery of such a worthwhile mech.
