Ratchet normally masked his deprivation with contentment and firmness and sass, but today, he couldn’t take it anymore.*

Stifling his pitiful sobs with a pillow, ratchet sat on his berth and wept. Anyone who saw him like this would instantly feel sympathy for the poor medic.

Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. Ratchet immediately set his pillow down and wiped his tears away, doing the best he could before striding to the door and opening it with caution.