Disclaimer: I do not own the Transformers. Two weeks ago, I saw a guy walking around in a Starscream shirt saying 'Traitor'. That made my day!
Ratchet and Jolt's mission began the very next day. They headed over to the Admin building, where Arthur and Kate were waiting in their protection suits.
"Good morning," smiled Kate.
The two medics chorused their greetings.
Arthur and Kate showed them around for most of the morning. It was a casual tour, made somewhat amusing by the fact that Arthur kept getting the two Autobots mixed up.
The mood was sobered, however, by the many sick patients in the tents or on the ground. It was also a little down-putting that every human that saw them ran away.
"Liberia is a developing country," Ratchet explained to Jolt. "The locals aren't used to seeing us Cybertronians around. They're scared of us, so we'll have to help them quite a bit to gain their trust."
After a short break for the humans, Ratchet and Jolt set to work treating the patients and disinfecting the tents.
They did that for pretty much the whole day, except for a break in the middle of the day when they fetched some energon from the nearest deposit, which was conveniently close to the camp. Jolt was sitting on a rock, sipping a cube of it when a woman resembling the one he'd met and frightened the day before staggered up to him.
It was clear that she was infected with Ebola by the many bruises on her body and the blood leaking out of some of her facial orifices.
"Hello," called Jolt.
The woman looked up at him and collapsed.
Jolt abandoned his cube of energon. There wasn't much chance this woman would survive, but he wanted to help her to the best of his ability.
He picked her up, injected her with a painkiller and carried her to the nearest medical tent, where the human doctors and nurses set to work. Jolt observed their work for a minute before exiting the tent to disinfect the area where he'd been sitting.
Meanwhile, Ratchet was helping a human doctor by the name of Rita Coswell work on an infected boy.
"Bother!" cursed Rita as her patient gasped for breath. "We're losing him!"
As she worked, more strings of curses flooded out her mouth.
Ratchet dully realised that this was probably how he sounded when he worked to save a critically wounded comrade.
Scowling, Rita dropped the tools she was using and picked up her last resort; her defibrillator.
Shock.
The boy's breathing didn't regulate. Rita swore and tried again.
Still no response.
Ratchet decided it was about time he sprang into action doing something other than disinfecting tents. He transformed his right servo into his electromagnetic pulse and gently nudged Rita out of the way. Holding his servo steady, he guided it towards the boy's chest.
Shock.
Both doctors looked on nervously, hoping for the best but expecting the worst.
The boy's breathing slowly became more regular.
"You did it," Rita breathed.
Ratchet nodded, transforming his EMP back into his servo.
"He's stable. I'll leave the rest to you."
Rita nodded, and went back to working on her patient, while everyone around her stopped staring and returned to their own tasks. It was hard not to notice a person cursing non-stop, particularly if they were accompanied by a giant alien robot.
Ratchet exited the tent with some difficulty and headed away to disinfect some more tents.