Captive of the Wild

Captive of the Wild Part 4 A Wild Day

The older mech quirked his lips into a small smile; he was well aware that his arm was basically useless, but he wasn't sure how strict or relentless the nomads were. He hadn't been sure if his injury would be considered severe enough to the tribe to count as an excuse to take a bit of a break, or if he'd still have to try and prove himself.

Still, it was good to know that Knockout seemed to care and, even better, was competent in what he knew how to do. He might not be able to handle more severe injuries and illness, but Ratchet recognized a (partly) trained medic when he saw one. "Very well, doctor," he agrees, nodding his helm. "And, yes. That would be much appreciated." He had his own supply in his jumpkit in his subspace but he'd rather save his own supplies where he could.

He turns towards Soundwave, expression unreadable as he inclines his helm towards the mech; "It was good to meet you Soundwave. I'll be back to speak to you later," he informs the other, then turns away to follow after Knockout. Not only would he like to put on the ointment as soon as possible- given all the abuse his poor arm has already suffered today- but also because he is curious about the sick sparkling. Sunstorm had seemed perfectly fine last night so a sudden sickness was worrisome.

"Is Sunstorm prone to illness?" He asks as they walk back to the dispensary/medtent together. When they enter, Barricade is nowhere to be seen and Breakdown is standing beside on of the medberths with Sunstorm seated upon it, Starscream also there and helping to support his sparkling to sit up.

When they enter the seeker turns to them, his wings hiking up. "/There/ you are," he growls, "Sunstorms been squalling all morning. Finally got him to stop not too long ago, but now he's acting lethargic and-"

Ratchet steps forward, expression soft and gentle as he approaches the sparkling. As a fully trained and upgraded medic he had built in scanners to diagnose problems. Starscream's description of the symptoms was helpful though as it already meant he could start mentally eliminating possible causes. He croons in sparkling talk, little babbles and clicks which seemed to draw Sunstorms attention and distract him from the tingly sensation of being scanned. "He's got a block in one of his tanks," he says softly. "Would explain why he's been cranky and tired; probably still feels hungry even if he's eaten." He sides optics Knockout. "Where are the supplies for the caravan? He'll need a little bypass surgery, nothing big, but obviously I don't want him awake for that."

Starscream's wings hike up even further if possible, the mech obviously stressed at the thought his bitlet would need surgery. "What?!"

The sound of his shouting making Sunstorm whimper then begin to cry and the seeker cursed as he lifted his bitlet to try and comfort him.

"Like I said it isn't anything too serious. It's a common issue in sparlings, their systems are sometimes underdeveloped so complications can occur like this. I've done this plenty of times before the Plague."

Soundwave nods his head once in acknowledgement and his melodious voice albeit dronish and emotionless follow him as he leaves.

"Soundwave: glad to see you again. Will be waiting."

He stares for a while at the white medic's retreating back and his tilted head and flashing visor are indicating of a deep confusion and thoughtful demeanor. He gingerly leaves a clawed hand to pressed over his spark and feels the steady yet wild bat under the plating. The tiny flutters are not discernible but he can sense them all the same. And he finds himself longing to see the City bot again.

In the medtent, the little one is curled against his carrier's chestplates and still cry and whimpers, his carrier's stress making his own rise higher. Sunstorm is an active sparkling, usually, so to see him all tired and drowsy like is worrisome to a caring carrier. Knockout is quick to point out the requested crates that are stacked at the back of the medtent and he says while already moving to gather supplies.

"The crates are all there? What do you need? I can act as assistant for this."

He sounds highly competent and professional, all traces of his slightly snobbish, vain demeanor vanishing from his frame and voice. He opens a couple of them where he thinks he'll find what he needs and gather things that they'd need, at least what he can get his servos on. He never likes to see a sparkling sick or distressed... He wouldn't want Tracks to be in this condition, so he would do his best to alleviate other carrier's own stress over the issue.