[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Late Night Therapy - Open
Dec 23, 2017 17:47:04 GMT -5
Post by Ratchet on Dec 23, 2017 17:47:04 GMT -5
When Sideswipe returned to the punching dummy, Ratchet crossed his arms, watching again as the frontliner started his training. Silently, he watched, his optics retracing joints, gears and systems.
There was little Ratchet hadn’t seen, and yet each patient was different. An individual. While injuries and trouble often had similar causes, there can always be underlying issues that had to be taken into account. You could cut open a hundred mecha, and while the basic systems were the same, each individual had history. Tweaks, old damage, old illnesses, that changed diagnoses.
Truth be told, Ratchet would be surprised if Sideswipe didn’t have issues with his joints. Repetitive impacts would wear down teeth on gears, enlarging holes or tearing new ones.
Part of the job Ratchet enjoyed, however, was getting to know the individual to the point that he could diagnose them with little to no actual investigation. At this point in both their lives, Ratchet could most likely tell if there was something wrong with Optimus’ inner lines simply by the way he was walking. He had opened the Prime up so many times he ought to start signing his work. The same with Bumblebee. While the scout hadn’t taken the amount of damage the Prime had, Ratchet was still pretty familiar now with the inner workings.
Sideswipe, on the other hand, was somewhat new to him. While he had worked on Sideswipe before, several times, he still didn’t know all the frontliner’s tweaks and glitches that made him who he was, and so it was enjoyable for the medic to get another chance to scan him, watch him work, and try to guess what might be a future problem, or just Sideswipe.
The arm locking up? No question.
“Only a couple of times before, he says,” Ratchet said, his voice sarcastic, as usual, “You’re lucky it’s never seized up permanently.”
Ratchet nodded towards Skirmisher as the other medic spoke, acknowledging the comment about the peds. It was true. No matter how hard someone can punch, a badly injured foot would keep a good soldier out of a fight.
Protect your feet.
Ratchet said nothing else, waiting for Skirmisher to finish studying Sideswipe.
There was little Ratchet hadn’t seen, and yet each patient was different. An individual. While injuries and trouble often had similar causes, there can always be underlying issues that had to be taken into account. You could cut open a hundred mecha, and while the basic systems were the same, each individual had history. Tweaks, old damage, old illnesses, that changed diagnoses.
Truth be told, Ratchet would be surprised if Sideswipe didn’t have issues with his joints. Repetitive impacts would wear down teeth on gears, enlarging holes or tearing new ones.
Part of the job Ratchet enjoyed, however, was getting to know the individual to the point that he could diagnose them with little to no actual investigation. At this point in both their lives, Ratchet could most likely tell if there was something wrong with Optimus’ inner lines simply by the way he was walking. He had opened the Prime up so many times he ought to start signing his work. The same with Bumblebee. While the scout hadn’t taken the amount of damage the Prime had, Ratchet was still pretty familiar now with the inner workings.
Sideswipe, on the other hand, was somewhat new to him. While he had worked on Sideswipe before, several times, he still didn’t know all the frontliner’s tweaks and glitches that made him who he was, and so it was enjoyable for the medic to get another chance to scan him, watch him work, and try to guess what might be a future problem, or just Sideswipe.
The arm locking up? No question.
“Only a couple of times before, he says,” Ratchet said, his voice sarcastic, as usual, “You’re lucky it’s never seized up permanently.”
Ratchet nodded towards Skirmisher as the other medic spoke, acknowledging the comment about the peds. It was true. No matter how hard someone can punch, a badly injured foot would keep a good soldier out of a fight.
Protect your feet.
Ratchet said nothing else, waiting for Skirmisher to finish studying Sideswipe.