[He wanted to help - to talk to him, and fix things. But every time he tried, he kept picturing that night. And he couldn't say anything.

Contrary to previous medical procedures, he held perfectly still. He'd turned off his own pain receptors as best he could, but they were starting to come back online. His optics shuttered, and he leaned against the wall, simply waiting.

Even if their friendship was ruined, nothing could shake the amount of trust he had in Ratchet's medical skills.]