Medic Who ? || A TFP Ratchet fanfiction

Chapter 9 : Panic and worry

Cleaning, welding, wires, cables, beeping, energon everywhere
He was in critical condition when we brought him back
This couldnt get any worse
I had a difficult time stabilizing him, this shot almost hit his spark and vital cables
But i managed to
I had to anyway

Seating down next to him and placing my hand down on his, I sighed deeply, looking at his resting faceplate and closed optics.
I haven't seen him this peacful ever since he was on Cybertron.
Him being mercilessly abused and toughened up during his trainings to become the harmful mech i know, he never really had the opportunity to relax, unless sneakig out during the evening or even night, which often occured in waiting for me when i was working at the hospital.

Giving him a last pat on the hand, i stood up and walked to the nearest computer at my disposition and started decoding the datas he gave me before his injuries, glancing from time to time at his motionless frame and checking on his vitals.
Everything was fine
He was fine
But my cables weren't any calmer

If you're confused
Humans refers to cables as nerves
Which is a whitish fibre or bundle of fibres in the body that transmits impulses of sensation to the brain or spinal cord, and impulses from these to the muscles and organs.
Basically what gives informations from the brain/processor to the respectfully organs and vice versa

But i am sure you already know that

I couldn't help that thrill going down my bipedalism cord, like something was still wrong.
Something that i didn't see while checking him, but that was only a sensation was it ?
It wouldn't hurt to check again
And that's what i did
Going through scan after scan.

His spark was oddly damaged
scratched, it was a miracle it was still functioning
But fixing it was unfortunately impossible without causing any more damages than it has already received
So i casted it aside for now
Focusing on his other minor wounds and dents, buffing him

It took him a while, but he finally woke up.
But he didn't stand up immediately. Instead he looked around, as if searching for something or ..someone.
And as soon as he spotted me
He smiled, a rare thing from him
I stayed there, unable to do nor say anything. Just continuing to glance at him like it was the first time i saw him, as i was holding a datapad.

"You're alright, what a relief"

He was worried for me too
He took the shot to protect me

"You could have died"

I sighed while answering him
His optics focused and unfocused as he processed what i said before humming and grabbing the nearest tool he had under his servo

"Well i did it for you, for your friends. That was worth it"

I wasn't sure what to think as my processor was getting foggy but in the same time i didn't want to think about it.
I walked to him as he extended his hand, grabbing mine and tangling our digits as we enjoyed the moment
Just us being near each other, without any care in the world

From time to time our teammates would check on us, but nothing really bothered us.

I helped him putting him back on his pedes, as he was a bit unsteady, a arm on my shoulder and my hand on his hips.
We managed to make a few steps here and there
But suddenly he lost his balance and stumbled forward, bringing me accidentally in his fall

Which he ended up on me
Groaning a bit, i looked at him as his faceplate was showing his embarrassment.

No, Cybertronians do not kiss
That's human culture

Helping him again, i managed to place him back down on a berth and gave him energon

He would have to stay in medbay for a week or so with me. Not that was bothering for any of us, after all it was better to have your fellow Cybertronian partner with you than pesty little humans come in and out to ask or touch your precious tools wasn't it ?

"Ratchet ? I wanted to ask you something"

As he pronounced this sentence, i looked at him, waiting for him to keep going

"Wanna be my sparkmate ?"

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