A long beat passed, on the cusp of bleeding into a full minute, and then he made his appearance. The small, broad outline stepped through the swirling vortex of light, med kit in hand. A smile touched upon his face at the familiar sight of the Decepticon leader; there had been no sign of their own master since he’d taken off into the gloom, and something about the picture was deeply, deeply heartening.
“You called, my liege?"
It would be a lie to say that that familiar face was not a relief, even if his own Knockout had irritated the warlord in their time together. Standing at full height, his icy gaze was colored by a satisfied grin.
"Indeed, Knockout. The patient has been given emergency care, but you have always been a sufficient surgeon, and I, or rather, Pharma, has need of your talents.” Megatron turns and begins to lead the medic out to Overlord’s ship, where the patient is being held. Once a quick comm ensures him that no Autobots are in the area and that their shielding is holding, he strides over to the vessel.
“You have seen to your fair share of grenade and shrapnel injuries.”
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