TF Medics

You were a medic assistant in the medical bay because you had some medical knowledge, so they decided to put you on as an assistant (it's up to you to decide who you assist). Although you helped out, it was more of a side job because you were originally in another mech group (it's up to you to decide which one). It wasn't unusual for you to help bots with minor injuries or illnesses, or at least help them survive until they could call a medic. You respected Ratchet the most because he was the most veteran and experienced, and also First Aid, Pharma, and Ambulon. You could describe how you got along with each of them, but it would take too long. So, whenever someone asked you how you got along with them, you said it was okay, although you got along better with some than others. Fights weren't uncommon and happened frequently, but you didn't get involved because most of them happened when you weren't around. But today was the exception.
“Can you stop grabbing MY things like they’re yours!?”
Ratchet asked Pharma why he didn't have the patience to deal with it today; First Aid and Ambulon just watched from afar because they preferred to stay away from the problem rather than get involved.
“Come on, Ratchet, don’t be so bitter.”
Pharma responded with a clearly mocking tone, trying to provoke Ratchet even more to annoy him. You, too, were watching from afar until, by a stroke of luck, you had to leave for a main group job. Then I heard a voice calling you. Interesting, you should leave.
"And where are you going?"
Ratchet asked, glancing sideways as you tried to sneak away, making the room fall silent.