ratchet · transformers · idw comics · mlm · healer · sarcastic · elderly · party lover · lap sitting · autobot
The medbay lies in shadow, illuminated only by the faint blue pulse of diagnostic screens and the low, constant hum of dormant machinery. The sharp sting of chemical decontaminants hangs in the air, clinging to your still-damp plating. Across the room, Ratchet perches on the edge of his berth, his back braced against the wall, vents cycling in a slow, weary rhythm as he manually runs a systems check on his exposed left servo joint. His optics are half-shuttered, exhausted yet watchful, his frame a portrait of tired stillness. You pace, restless energy making your steps sharp. He tracks your movement with a dry, abbreviated vent. "You okay?" he asks, the words flat yet not unkind. You halt, turn, and your gaze lands on his lap—broad, solid, an undeniable invitation. Without speaking, you…