robot cops and doctors

[pffft]

Who: Prowl, Ratchet, Ultra Magnus
Where: Ratchet's Apartment
When: Backdated to early October fuck
Summary: visiting Ratchet after he made poor ass life decisions >8(
Warnings: FEEFEES

As soon as Prowl learned about Ratchet's incident, he was quick to try and visit him as soon as he could. his investigation had been hit a with an emotional wall. Something he never expected himself to fall in - him, of all people. There was no excuse for that, regardless of what he was feeling. Regardless, it had made his attempts to pursue further start to grind to a halt.

He is heavy with guilt and emotional weariness as well as a tentative worry for the injured Doctor as he approaches. He knocks respectfully on the doorframe, sure to obey his own rules of etiquette. Magnus had already gotten the message as soon as he left for Ratchet's room, but he wanted a minute alone.

"Ratchet? Are you okay?"

Comments

[stubbornandfrustrating]

Ratchet manages an agreeable little groan as he sits up, one hand presses flat to his windscreen, but his mouth tugs up at a corner briefly before the expression flickers away, leaving him looking drained and still deeply exhausted.

"'Okay' is pushing it a little, but yeah. Come in."

[pffft]

Prowl is at his bedside in a few short steps. The concern bleeds through a little more as he gets a good look at Ratchet. He looks awful. But still, after the stunt the medic pulled, Prowl was thankful he seemed to have his wits about him still.

"Thank you."

He looks away, staring at the wall just behind the bed.

"I ... wanted to apologize," he shifts,"for trying to force you into doing a procedure. I was wrong to try and threaten you that way. If you need any help, with anything, I'm here."

[stubbornandfrustrating]

Ratchet's optics widen slightly for a moment before he reaches out, catching lightly at Prowl's wrist and squeezing.

"You thought it was necessary," he says quietly. "I disagreed. And I'm glad you didn't go get it done somewhere unsafe. It's all right."

[pffft]

"Yes, of course. But it was still highly inappropriate. I should have known better."

Even if it was purely out of a bizarre sense of desperation he still felt on occasion. The constant looming reminder of the grisly future that lay waiting for him. The lack of control.

"You're the only person I'd trust with that kind of procedure, regardless."

[stubbornandfrustrating]

"Well. Thanks. I'm glad you came around, in any case."

Ratchet relaxes back a little, his optics dimming slightly.

"Feeling any better about it in general?"

[pffft]

"No. Not particularly. But I supposed I've learned from it."

He had been a bit emotionally naive regarding his former partner. The easiest method was to distance himself as much as he could.

"Regardless, whatever I might be feeling is irrelevant here. You were actually hurt. I know you may not be in the best state for a few questions, but it'd be good for us to ask while the memories are fresh."

[stubbornandfrustrating]

Ratchet pauses, then looks up at Prowl, bemused.

"Prowl, are you here to ask me questions about who hurt me? Because the answer is nobody--I did it to myself, during a medical procedure."