“Knock knock, kid! Where the hell’ve you been the last few days?”
The words came immediately after the sharp rap of the old medic’s knuckles against the open doorframe to the office that had once been his own. An office now inhabited by a young mech that had surprised him at every turn along the way, and he was infinitely proud of.
First Aid was not his first choice, of course, when he’d first made the decision to retire. He hadn’t even really had one, until he’d discovered Pharma was still alive. Of course, that had turned out to be a bust... an unfortunate one. And for all the medijet had improved in recent years, Ratchet still did not regret his ultimate decision to hand over the reins of the medbay to the younger medic.
“Just got back a few days ago, and I was surprised I didn’t see you! Brought you some sweets from a little backwater colony world I found myself on during my sabbatical. Figured you wouldn’t want to pass those up.
@paniicea gets a starter
