"I could be wrong, I could be ready,
Oh, but if I take my heart's advice,
I should assume it's still unsteady,
I am in repair,
I am in repair,"»«
"Feeling okay?" Dana asked Ratchet quietly, frowning when her guardian flinched as she began slowly burning through the links in the chain, making it shorter in order to lessen the agony when she pulled it out.
"I've been better." He grunted, the girl not minding as he leaned against the Apex Armor for some support, bracing against the pain as the minute movements of the chain produced little bouts of agony that was becoming increasingly annoying and intolerable.
His charge kept her gaze focused on the metal, holding the end so it wouldn't fall and create even more pain for her guardian. She had considered putting him in stasis to do this procedure, but she needed him upright and his experienced processor to guide her through it. Megatron might have been more qualified, being that he himself was a Cybertronian, but he had no medical expertise; thus Dana left him the task of refueling Chromia.
The decision was made to keep the Autobot femme under stasis until Ratchet was repaired enough to talk some sense into her before she killed Megatron. The warlord was adamant that her anger and fury were misplaced, but Dana wasn't so sure that he simply refused to see his actions through a different perspective. Chromia would have to tell her side of the story before the human woman chose to believe what the truth was.
Agent Fowler watched silently from the sidelines, the agent having been caught up in the emergency and was now watching to ensure he could create a record, should Ratchet - though he hated to think it - offline.
"Got it," she spoke again as the excess chain fell away, the part still attached to the hook inside him held in her hand. "Okay, next I have to gently pull it through. Want me to go fast or slow?"
"Slow," Ratchet replied, "I don't want you ripping anything extra out by accident."
"Once it's out you're going to start bleeding even more excessively than you are now." Dana noted. "Energon is on standby, but let me know if you need more or less."
Megatron watched the exchange, his optics flickering from one speaker to the next. The medic grit his denta as the human woman pulled out tell hook, taking a little bit of armor with it, the shortened chain soon following behind. A sizeable pool of energon began to form on the medic's lap, Dana quickly snatching a welder and beginning to work on the hole, first molding together the energon tubes and then beginning to patch up the hole itself. There most certainly would be a scar.
The Decepticon had to admit that he was impressed by her unflinching attitude toward the spilled energon; even Agent Fowler had to look away briefly. She didn't seem to mind as it coated the Apex Armor and dripped on the medical berth, nor did she care for the fact that she was peering into a gaping hole. Her green eyes were narrowed and focused, making sure everything was perfect.
Ratchet occasionally made pained sounds, or spoke softly of the things she needed to be doing, otherwise not moving from his position. He still used Dana as support, blunt digits curled around her shoulder plate.
"There; now we just need to replace your fluids." Dana carefully cleaned up around the surgical site, giving him an IV and beginning to pump synthetic energon into his systems. After a moment she looked at the mess, grabbing a towel of sorts and offering it to him. "Here."

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Healed [Sequel to Burned](Transformers Prime)
FanfictionA sequel to "Burned." Dana has healed. Six months have passed since Megatron forced himself into exile, and Dana settled back on Earth with her Autobot partner Ratchet. Having finished her high school diploma, the woman opted to apply for a governme...