A/N: Hi there!
First off, I haven't stopped WoMD, I just have a bit of writers block at the moment. :L
I'm not quite sure why I wrote this, my muse was nagging me. She can be very impatient, my muse.
This is after the series finished by the way.
So please rate and review! :)
He sat down on the leather couch awkwardly, looking around the room, trying to avoid the doctors' eye.
"So Ratchet, how are you?"
Ratchet rubbed the back of his head.
"I dunno, tired I guess."
The doctor nodded as he wrote on a yellow legal pad on his clipboard.
"I see. Now, why do you think that is?"
He pushed his glasses back up his nose with the end of his pen.
"Because I can't sleep?"
The Lombax answered with a hint of questioning in his voice, as if he wasn't sure if it was the correct answer.
The doctor laughed somewhat.
"There's no right or wrong answer, Ratchet. Why do you think you can't sleep?"
Ratchet let his hand drop.
He thought for a second.
He didn't feel comfortable talking to a shrink. Well, he didn't feel comfortable talking to anyone about himself. When he tried to, they never understood, so why would this guy be any different?
"Dunno."
He said simply.
The doctor gave Ratchet a sideways smile. It was only his first session and the man could already see right through him.
"You don't have to tell me what you're thinking, but all you're doing is wasting your bolts and both our time by not doing so. You want to be the old Ratchet again and the people who care about you want that too, yes?"
Ratchet nodded.
"I can help you. You just need to let go of what you've learnt and open up."
"I- I don't think I can."
The doctor sighed.
"Not just yet, anyway."
Suddenly, a sharp pain hit Ratchet right in the centre of his chest; it was like someone hit him with a shock from his 'Telsa Claw' except it was much, much stronger. His hand shot up to the irritated area and held it tight.
"Ratchet, are you okay?"
The doctor asked. He stood up and rushed to the struggling Lombax, who was now gasping for air.
"Ratchet? Ratchet!"
His vision turned to cream coloured blurs and the doctors words turned to incomprehensible babble.
Ratchet finally caught his breath as he fell out of consciousness in the doctors' arms.