[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Prescription for work (Ratchet, Patch, Closed, Fin)
Jan 14, 2019 17:10:00 GMT -5
Post by Ratchet on Jan 14, 2019 17:10:00 GMT -5
Week two, day Three
The lights in the Medibay weren’t quite as bright as he liked, but Ratchet decided now wasn’t the best time to worry about that.
There were more important things to take care of, and one of those was the introduction of a new Autobot.
The old medic picked up a box containing scraps and pieces he had been working on some time before, bending and sliding it into a bottom cupboard. Space was at a minimum at the best of times, and now every bit would be all the more important.
Closing the door, Ratchet stood up, brushing off his hands. He surveyed the medibay closely, looking for anything that was out of place, ensuring that there was extra room for anything new that might be installed. He didn’t know what the newcomer would be bringing with her, and out of respect, hadn’t gone looking through the few boxes piled just inside the medibay doors.
Eons ago, on Cybertron, he had gained in skill until he was running the hospital himself. Back then it was routine to oversee the other surgeons and doctors.
Then the war. And he became CMO of the Autobots.
When he had been stationed at populated areas, it had still been routine for him to continue to oversee the other surgeons and medics. But as the war went on, more and more both himself and Optimus had found themselves in more uninhabited places, with fewer and fewer doctors. And over that time, despite being CMO, Ratchet had found himself working alone. Running small medibays on his own, learning to be everywhere at once. And Ratchet had come to depend more and more on combat medics.
Part of him was looking forward to having another medic. It was always good to have more around with at least a rudimentary knowledge.
And part of him was dreading it. Wondering if he would be able to remember how to work with another again.
No matter. The Autobots were always in desperate need of more medical help, and now, thankfully, they would get it.
Brushing off his hands again, Ratchet stepped back, and waited. The new Autobot had been asked to come to the medibay at her earliest convenience, so her training and skills could be ascertained, a health check done, and then possibly put to work.