First Aid looked at the door that led to Hoist's office space, and vented deeply before knocking on the door. "Hoist? You there?" he called, trying not to sound nervous.

The door opened, and Hoist answered with a jovial air about him. "Hello, First Aid."

The medic nodded at him. "Can we talk? It's…about something important."

Hoist stepped aside. "Of course. I hope I'm not in trouble." He chuckled.

First Aid's visor brightened, but tried to temper it quickly. "Not at all." He replied calmly. "It's only about whose maintenance you've done lately. Any that you feel need to be followed up with for injuries that could turn severe?"

Hoist stared at him for a moment, before shaking his head. "None I can – well, maybe Grapple. Don't tell him I said anything. You know how he can be."

First Aid shrugged, though his spark clenched at the evasion. Perhaps it was naïve to assume Hoist would just come out and admit he'd been fixing Skyfire. 'You're not the bad guy here, 'Aid, you can do this.' He found the self-assurance lacking, but it was enough to propel him on. "I don't want there to be any miscommunication, so I'm going to be honest – and I hope you'll give me the same courtesy." Hoist's demeanor shifted, a tenseness in his frame.

First Aid vented again. "I've seen Skyfire, and the injuries he's recently acquired were not repaired by either me or Ratchet. Did you do it?"

Hoist was silent for an even longer moment. "…yes." He mumbled. "I – I wasn't breaking protocol. It only states I need to check in injuries that can be a danger if left without extensive repair. Skyfire's injuries would heal fine."

First Aid digested this bit of information. He pushed a little more – he needed to see if this was fear, or trying to get out of this. "I see. And did Skyfire seems to have any trouble when he came to see you?"

"No –" Hoist went silent, visor dimming. He seemed to realize that First Aid knew the whole truth of the matter. "We both know that Skyfire wouldn't have been able to move on his pede."

"I want to hear you say it." First Aid said, his tone steadier and more even than he felt.

The other mech's shoulders sagged, his gaze turning away. "That what? Sunstreaker scares me? I'm pretty sure he scares almost everyone."

Saying that lessened the impact, made it more of a statistic, something impersonal. "This isn't about everyone." First Aid said softly. "This is about those who are affected by his behavior now."

"He's in the brig." Hoist replied.

"Sunstreaker isn't going to be in there forever." First Aid said. "He needs to learn his actions have serious consequences."

"What do you want me to do? I tell Prime or Prowl, then Sunstreaker will know I said something." The other mech retorted, his frame stiff.

First Aid debated with himself, but vented and said, "I told Prime about how Sunstreaker threatened me. I don't know if this factored into the sentence he got for attacking Cosmos, but it was there, I was heard."

Hoist glanced away again. "…fine. I'll think about it."

First Aid would have liked an affirmation, but he couldn't force bots to do what he wanted. "That's your decision." He said neutrally. "I'll leave you be."

"Wait." Hoist said, and the medic halted. "This is all about Skyfire, isn't it? Why are you so hard-pressed with helping him suddenly?"

First Aid resisted flinching. Suddenly, because he was just as guilty of not noticing what was happening too. "He's my patient. Of course I'd do all I could to help him."