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[greasemunkygal]

Who: Mikaela and Ironhide
What: Mikaela insists on looking at Ironhide after he whines about being sore.
Where: Medbay
Summary: Happens directly after this~

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[show_my_cannons]

Why was he allowing this? He shouldn't be seeing her. Didn't know how long his resolve to tell her nothing about the conversation between himself and the boy would last. Especially when... she was so worried. He could sympathize with that.

He'd been exiting the medbay, having checked up on the patient for what had to be the seventh time in the last hour, and nodded to her.

"Where do you want me?" he asked simply, keeping his voice quiet.

[greasemunkygal]

"Wherever I can reach ya." She smiled at him again, though there's a ghost of worry behind it.

"And you're gonna have to tell me where you're hurting. Makes repairs easier when the mech your working on can tell ya where to work." She laughed hollowly, shaking her head and poking around in her toolbox she kept in the medbay.

[show_my_cannons]

With a nod, he limped off to a more private corner of the medbay. It was partitioned off, hopefully more soundproofed than the rest of the area. He didn't want Ratchet even suspecting there was something wrong. Once there, he simply crouched down, against the wall, and sat.

"Chestplates," he said. "Probably dented internally... got hit... hard after Prime..." He trailed off, leaning his head back against the wall. Maybe that was all it was... just an internal dent from the rings.

[greasemunkygal]

"Got it." She set her box down next to him and tucked a few things into her belt before pulling herself up and monkeying her way to his chest.

"The creepy Prime, right?" She stuck her cheek against the metal on his chest, turning her face to peek at him.

"That all that hurts?"