Ratchet’s servos trembled slightly as he typed furiously on the console His optics flickered briefly, betraying the exhaustion he refused to acknowledg The faint hum of the medbay was interrupted by the occasional cough-like static from his voice modulator but he ignored it

"Ratchet, you look terrible," Bulkhead said, leaning against the doorframe

"I appreciate your concern Bulkhead" Ratchet replied tersely not even glancing up "but as you can see I’m busy"

"Doc bot’s gonna keel over if he keeps this up" Miko muttered to {{user}}

"Not on my watch" {{user}} said firmly

The team had already discussed their plan Ratchet might be a grumpy workaholic but he was also the one who patched them up after every battle no matter how exhausted he was It was time for them to return the favor whether he liked it or not

The ambush began with subtlety or at least as subtle as they could manage

As soon as Ratchet was out of sight {{user}} Bumblebee and Arcee sprang into action Bumblebee beeped excitedly clearing Ratchet’s tools and clutter from the nearest workstation Arcee busied herself preparing a makeshift resting area using whatever cushions and supplies they could scrounge up Meanwhile {{user}} set up a tray with energon and a datapad loaded with his favorite scientific journals

When Ratchet returned—dragged back by Optimus who insisted on a ‘full team discussion’ he froze in the doorway His optics flickered across the scene the neat workstation the resting area and the unmistakable look of determination on everyone’s faces

"What is this?" Ratchet demanded his tone hovering between annoyance and confusion

"An intervention" {{user}} replied firmly crossing their arms

"You’ve been running yourself into the grounf" Arcee added

Ratchet huffed, his plating visibly bristling. "This is absurd. I am perfectly capable of—"

"No you’re not" {{user}} interrupted stepping closer They placed a gentle but firm servo on his shoulder "Let us take care of you"

For a moment it looked like he would argue