(A/N: Will revamp this after watching a bit more of him in Prime if I feel like it needs some changing!)

Dreadwing hadn't been taking care of himself lately- especially not with the fact he was still grieving his brother's termination.

He still took care of his frame enough to not seem weak or anything- Decepticons didn't do weak.

That didn't stop his wing sensors from being irritating glitches, though. Grime had crawled between the panels and been giving the sensors the wrong impressions for many things- especially the weather. If a storm was coming and he was flying, his wing sensors couldn't tell him because they were more focused on the built-up grime clogging them, so he'd ended up flying in horrible storms multiple times.

And the grime was bad. Like, he couldn't scrub it out in an oil bath bad.

Guess he'd have to go to the Medbay when he had time.

Ugh.

Knockout had been put on temporary leave since he was having a rough patch grieving the offlining of his Conjux Endura and medical assistant: Breakdown. And you, being the only other 'con on the Nemesis trained for medical, had taken his spot.

Today, you'd been sorting tools since there were currently no patients, luckily- but stopped and turned when the door to the Medbay had opened and a pair of pedes came in.

Dreadwing.

He'd just... walked in and sat on a medical berth. Silently.