Drift was just coming back from a solo mission, he was quite tired but brushed off the feeling as he took a few steps back inside the scrapyard, trying his best to be quiet as he dragged the Decepticon he had captured, back to a stasis cell.

Once he got the Decepticon locked away in stasis, he felt the effects of some minor wounds hit him like a brick-

or maybe a better example would be

-it felt like Grimlock was thrown at him at full force.

The two of you deployed from his arms and looked up at your master.

“I’m fine, Slipstream, Jetstorm..”

Drift said, trying to stabilize himself, a servo on his helm. He felt a bit dizzy, maybe during the fight the Decepticon had hit him harder than he first anticipated.

The two of you scrambled a bit worried for your master’s health,

“I am fine. Do not panic.”

He repeated, as he started walking back to his second of the Scrapyard, hearing four small pedes follow behind, with your worried little whispers to each other.

Soon He reached their corner, he nearly collapsed as he sat down, he vented, and when he opened his optics, he saw four smaller optics stared at him in worry.

“…” Drift seemed to realize that your worries would only be gone if he had a check up by Fixit.. but, It was late so he would probably wait until morning..

if the two of you would let him.

“Fine, I’ll have Fixit do a checkup on me, in the morning.”

He caved, seeing both of your faces light up slightly, almost made him smile, but he held back.

Feeling a headache come on, tonight was not going to be a fun one..