TF Transported Worlds ch10"There we go," the two Ratchets stepped back as they finished their work. Prime sat up and raised himself off of the medical table.
"How do you feel?" the old medic asked, putting away some of his tools,
"Better," Prime said, "Thanks for the repair job Ratchet and Ratchet."
The two medic bots gave a small nod of approval, satisfied with the work and went to put their equipment away. It was then that Optimus entered the medbay and approached Prime.
"I see you're back on your feet." the one younger Prime said with a slight smile on his lips. Prime smiled back behind the faceplate and asked, "Is everything okay here?"
"We don't know for sure, yet." Optimus said, "Prowl and Bumblebee are checking as we speak, but I thought it was best to see how you were doing after your encounter with Blackarachina."
Prime looked at Optimus then glanced round towards the Ratchets. Understanding that the older Prime wanted to talk in private, Optimus looked over to the medics and spoke up,