[Bumblebee shuffles around the partition, pulls it closed behind himself for some privacy. There were humans milling about in Hazmat suits, clearing up and disposing of used energon in reinforced barrels. Many, many Autobots had barely limped away from that fight. One of Arcee's triplets had sustained so much damage Ratchet had almost declared her a lost cause, which would have crippled her seriously.
They were lucky to be alive. There had been dozens of Decepticons. It was really only thanks to the humans that they were able to recover at all.
Bumblebee heard Ironhide shift to hastily lie back down but doesn't point it out. He lifts his optics to take in the damage and winces, approaching the table; it's a bit too tall for him, almost coming up to his shoulders, but Ratchet needed his patients at a certain height to effectively perform surgery and he was a bit taller than Bumblebee.
'Bee lays his arms on the table and tilts his head, chittering in sympathy. Ironhide's chest was a mess.]
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They were lucky to be alive. There had been dozens of Decepticons. It was really only thanks to the humans that they were able to recover at all.
Bumblebee heard Ironhide shift to hastily lie back down but doesn't point it out. He lifts his optics to take in the damage and winces, approaching the table; it's a bit too tall for him, almost coming up to his shoulders, but Ratchet needed his patients at a certain height to effectively perform surgery and he was a bit taller than Bumblebee.
'Bee lays his arms on the table and tilts his head, chittering in sympathy. Ironhide's chest was a mess.]