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Normally he’d complain he didn’t need the assistance, but he was too tired to bother. Besides, Aid was only being polite. 

The exchange of mechanical noises went unnoticed by First Aid, all too used to the familial behavior shown in their medibay. 

Ratchet looked back at Aid before continuing inside. He rolled his optics at the comment but showed no hostility towards the banter. 

"I know. But I’m concerned I might go out for weeks again."  He sighed. “You’re right though. I feel like I’ve been on my peds for three weeks straight." Proper recharge should stop his helm from hurting too. He nodded and smiled. First Aid was right. “All right, I’ll sleep. But I’ll use the cot in my office in case there’s an emergency." He got up and went to his office, turning to face his friend as he unlocked the door. 

"No problem, Ratch." First Aid says softly, assisting his superior and his friend to his office, visor soft and a friendly shade of aqua.

Normally he'd complain he didn't need the assistance, but he was too tired to bother. Besides, Aid was only being polite. 

"It’s all happening very fast," First Aid explained, visor dimming in worry as he helped ease Ratchet into a seat, resting a delicate hand on his shoulder. 

Ratchet nodded and sighed. He let himself be eased down.

"You weren’t resting for three weeks, Ratch. The sort of state that the tears put a mech in can warp time for everybody involved - you think you were asleep for three weeks, but you were just in a state of limbo. You weren’t getting any rest and were probably confused and unconscious - I chalk this up to the fact that you need actual recharge, okay?" First Aid looked worriedly at his mentor and friend, hoping he would understand.

"I know. But I'm concerned I might go out for weeks again."  He sighed. "You're right though. I feel like I've been on my peds for three weeks straight." Proper recharge should stop his helm from hurting too. He nodded and smiled. First Aid was right. "All right, I'll sleep. But I'll use the cot in my office in case there's an emergency." He got up and went to his office, turning to face his friend as he unlocked the door. 

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"Oh! Really, nothing’s been going on. Chromedome stabilized after he attempted to take his own life but I guess I tear swallowed him up right whole, because his signature isn’t anywhere on the Lost Light. Rewind and Eject also came back from the dead. And Red Alert and Ultra Magnus aren’t affected by the virus anymore."

"Wait… You just told me they were dead… And now they’re not…" He sat back down and put a hand to his helm. “At least Chromedome, Ultra Magnus and Red Alert are stable." He sighed. He missed too much. He tried to focus on how he’d gone out again but was met with another stabbing pain in his processor. He grabbed his head again and stifled a shout of pain. Maybe he should stop trying to figure out the past and work on what was happening now. 

"It’s all happening very fast," First Aid explained, visor dimming in worry as he helped ease Ratchet into a seat, resting a delicate hand on his shoulder. 

Ratchet nodded and sighed. He let himself be eased down.

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"Oh! Really, nothing’s been going on. Chromedome stabilized after he attempted to take his own life but I guess I tear swallowed him up right whole, because his signature isn’t anywhere on the Lost Light. Rewind and Eject also came back from the dead. And Red Alert and Ultra Magnus aren’t affected by the virus anymore."

"Wait... You just told me they were dead... And now they're not..." He sat back down and put a hand to his helm. "At least Chromedome, Ultra Magnus and Red Alert are stable." He sighed. He missed too much. He tried to focus on how he'd gone out again but was met with another stabbing pain in his processor. He grabbed his head again and stifled a shout of pain. Maybe he should stop trying to figure out the past and work on what was happening now. 

-He snorted through his intakes.-

Ratchet's optics narrowed as Scrapper spoke. But if he had done anything that would anger him, it was very smart not to bring it up. 

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Some things never change, huh.

“So… these forged memories, they’re not another bot’s? They’re just… there? Ugh. This is starting to hurt my processor. I probably shouldn’t focus on it so much, but I feel like I’ve missed too much.” Ratchet still felt terrible about being out for three weeks, especially when it sounded so much like they’d needed him here. Perhaps if he’d been researching it from the start no one would’ve gotten hurt or died of this virus.