There were three constants in Ratchet’s medical career; life, death, taxes, and idiotic mecha who refused care even though it was the best thing for them. The universe had apparently decided that living in this hellhole of a planet wasn’t difficult enough, so it had made him have to save a Cybertronian with the aforementioned death wish from being stuck in the rubble. It had been slow work, but Ratchet had finally managed to dig them out despite being rudely kicked in the face twice.

“So that’s how it is hm? Fine then.” The blue eyed medic sighed as he scooped up the stubborn wounded bot up gently into his arms and began carrying them to his camp.