Wheeljack was careful on the field, to a minimum, of course, he can't pull off his fighting stunts without being a little reckless. The wrecker would always find himself in Ratchet's little makeshift medbay in the silo, normally his wounds weren't too bad. Some paint chipped off here or some scuffs and scratches there, but today a con had managed to give him a pretty nasty gash in his left arm, of course, he gave the bucket of scrap a lesson, but his injury needed attention.

So now here he was, sitting on the patient berth while Ratchet fixed him up and gave him a good lecture as the grumpy bot normally did.

"How many more times must I tell you-" Ratchet spewed, suddenly holding Wheeljack's shoulder with one servo to keep him still as he worked on repairing the injury on Wheeljack's arm. He muttered some particularly angry words and a few more bitter others before snapping at him quietly by telling him to 'hold still'. "-to be more careful." The old medic finished his original sentence with a grunt, fuming with frustration at how hard-headed his patient could be.

"Even Bumblebee isn't this clumsy, him or Bulkhead," he looked up just then, cutting himself off. "and I know you've seen Bulkhead. I'm still surprised that hunk of metal hasn't tripped over his own feet yet today!" As Ratchet continued with his lecture and worked on the injury, he accidentally poked a wire and Wheeljack responded to the pain with a wince.