"I don't doubt it," Ratchet says, peeling the bandage back and feeling his eyebrows climb higher on his forehead.

"Sure, I'll get you a bandage once that is stitched properly. I'm sure your staff can wait an extra ten minutes." Ratchet doesn't wait for agreement--he's already cleaning his hands and sterilizing a needle, threading it neatly and peeling the bandage back again and leaning in. "Keep still, please."