[Ratchet makes an outraged noise when she pulls them straight through the doors, hobbling over as quickly as he can.]

Careful, please! For goodness' sake--just help me get them on slabs.

[He startles as Megatron sits up, cursing as he collapses again immediately. Ratchet drops on his knee to the floor and starts patching the major lines in his neck, his optics pale.]

You stop talking until I get some of this closed up. If you aren't already dead, I want to keep it that way.