Ratchet walked up a hallway with huge doors. Ratchet stood in front of a door and it is open. As Ratchet stepped in, the door slid closed. Silver took in her surroundings. Everywhere was wires and tools. It was very confusing. Then there were metal beds, where Ratchet set one to a bed. Ratchet walked up to Rachael first. He checked the chest scratch first. "This wound is old and it reopened. Did you have a fight with this girl before, Rachael?" Ratchet croaked.
"I thought she was attacking Sari." Rachael defended.
"I wasn't attacking anyone!" Silver growled.
"Shut up, fur-ball!" Rachael hissed.
"I'm not a fur-ball!" Silver howled.
"Enough! Or I will leave you two to mend to you own wounds." Ratchet said sternly. He padded Rachael with white stuff then wrapped her in fabric. After he was done, she let Rachael go. She was not to badly wounded that she would have to stay in the med room. Once the sliding door closed after Rachael, Silver relaxed. Ratchet turned to her to notice she had already closed her eyes. Silver felt him staring.
"I use to not fight with others." Silver sighed with disappointment. "I have disgraced the true-wolf code."
"Don't be too hard on yourself." Ratchet said as he cleaned her wounds. Silver flinched. "Sorry." Ratchet was more careful this time. "Rachael just needs to earn your trust. She may be demon but she has a kind soul."
Silver looked to Ratchet as he moved to her useless arm. "I am sorry making you do this." She oppologized. He moved her arm and she winced. "That hurts." She hissed through her teeth.
"Your arm is dislocated. I have to pop it back in place." Ratchet explained. "You read?" He grabbed her arm read to push it back into its socket. Silver nodded fearfully but she knew it had to be done. Ratchet wrenched the arm back into its socket quickly.
"Ow!" Silver howled.
Ratchet bandaged her arm. "At least it is back in the socket." Ratchet claimed then moved to the scratches.
"You seem to act like our healer." Silver said. "We call them herb-wolves."
"What's a true-wolf and true-pup?" Ratchet asked.
"A true-wolf is a warrior and a true-pup is a true-wolf in training." Silver explained.
"So, a true-pup is an apprentice." Ratchet concluded.
"If that means that they are in training, then yes." Silver said; Ratchet nodded. He patched white squares to her skin. "What are those?"
"Gauzes." Ratchet answered. He point to the white wraps, "this is a bandage we wrap around things to keep it stiff called a cast." Once he was done, he made an overall check. "I think you are good to go." Ratchet said. "Bit if any of those wounds reopen, come strength to me."
"Of course, herb-wolf." Silver dipped her head.
"And my name is Ratchet." He informed.
"Sorry. Thanks, Ratchet." She said as she exited the room and headed back down the hall. 'There is still so much to learn from these robots.' Silver then realized that she was going to be lectured by one robot called Optimus. She lowered her head with disappointment. She also realized that the glowing metal was not with her.
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