Wow, this was the last thing he wanted. But in some distant manner, he can acknowledge his own limits. Somewhere in the haze of his processor going fuzzy, though, he feels badly for putting more strain on Ultra Magnus when he is already wounded.

He doesn't fuss about it, though. That wouldn't be helping. He allows Ultra Magnus to help him stand, gripping his shoulder when he's in position. He feels like he would eject fuel if it weren't for the fact that he is functionally empty.

"I am sorry for that, Ultra Magnus," he says foggily, just trying to shuffle towards the medibay now. Primus, alright. No more messing around. He needs to stop being stupid about this.