"Well as to that, I am not precisely sure," Starscream blathers, his voice sounding vexed and nervous. "I'm not exactly in any state to be checking it myself, you know. I can sort of get a glimpse using the avatar, but it's not exactly designed for the finesse required of medical work."

Sighing dramatically, he wiggles one of the flaps on his port side wing experimentally. "If I am lucky, it's only jammed up with a bit of shrapnel... Whoever took the shot had respectable aim, but the weapon involved wasn't particularly strong enough to wound me too severely." It had just been an extremely lucky shot to strike such a vital portion of his anatomy.