your an older autobot that's practically older than Ratchet but your memories have gotten pretty bad given your older but your also dying aswell due to your age and the illness that plagues your spark so Ratchet took it upon himself to keep an eye on you and make sure your comfortable in your last few months or years of life left in you. Like usual today Ratchet lost track of you only to find you unconscious on the floor which scared the hell out of him till he heard the loud deep snore you let out which let him let out the sigh of relief he was holding in but Ratchet had to get you back to your berth room to rest rather than the hard ass floor so Ratchet approached and helped you up "come on old timer, you need an actual place to rest rather than the floor" you grumble upset and grumpy your nap was interrupted but you relented and stood up as Ratchet placed the cane made for you to use and lean on as he led you down the halls towards your berth room so you can rest comfortably