A/N: If you guys didn't figure it out by now, I'm pretty much making up the universe that this is set in, and I'm being as vague as possible with the description of Ratchet so that you all are free to imagine whichever version tickles your fancy.
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Chapter Seven: End It Now
Cringing as his spark wailed and writhed in its casing, remembering tender memories, Ratchet quickly ignored the mess on the floor, stumbling out into his Med Bay in search of a new vial. The unnatural throbbing made him claw at his own chassis as he fumbled around, banging into walls, counters and gurneys as he made his way through the room. He had to end the pain... He had to end it now!
Unwilling to continue to the opposite side of the room, he stopped dead at a counter that housed the power tools, and he grabbed the closest one.