As soon as Bee entered the junkyard, Drift was blocking his way.

Bumblebee narrowed his optics at the swordsman, holding Knockout close to his chassis. "Is there a problem, Drift?" He asked sternly, raising an optic ridge.

"Yes, there is. You just brought in a Decepticon." Drift growled, gripping his blades tightly as he glared at Knockout.

"Former Decepticon, mind you." Knockout hissed, but Bumblebee hushed him.

"Knockout is not a Decepticon anymore. He's one of us, Drift. Now step aside." Bumblebee said, his tone firm.

"Knockout?! As in, Megatron's former medic Knockout? Former Decepticon Knockout? The Knockout?" Fixit's nervous high-pitched voice cut through the tension as he made his way over to where they were standing.

Bumblebee tore his intense gaze from Drift for a moment to look down at Fixit. "Yes. I found him injured in the forest. He said that Steeljaw attacked him."

"Steeljaw? Oh my.. that's not good at all!" Fixit replied, glancing between Drift and Bumblebee. "What if Steeljaw comes after Knockout? We would all be in danger!"

"He won't be coming any time soon, minicon. I wounded him enough that he needs time to fully heal before he'll be on his pedes again." Knockout replied, getting annoyed with all this attention. All he wanted to do was patch himself up and catch up with Bumblebee.

"I think you can trust him, Fixit. He is a medic, after all." Bumblebee chuckled, earning a glare from Knockout afterwards.

"I still do not approve of his presence in the base." Drift grumbled, putting his swords away and crossing his arms across his chassis.

"Well, I couldn't just leave him out there, now could I? If you have a problem with him being here, you'll just have to deal with it." Bumblebee retorted, carrying Knockout away. "Come on, let's go get you patched up." He mumbled to the red medic, looking down at him with a soft gaze.

"Thank Primus..." Knockout sighed, glancing at his wounds for a moment. "They should heal quickly, they aren't too deep. I should have some medical supplies in my subspace." He said, glancing up at Bumblebee.

"Alright, that's good. Here, I'll put you on this slab for now. We don't really have a real base, if you couldn't already tell, so there's no Medbay." Bumblebee chuckled, gently setting Knockout down on the flat slab of metal that was similar to a medberth, but not quite.

"It's fine, Bee. Really. I've lived in worse conditions." Knockout replied, pushing himself into a sitting position so he could get the medical supplies out of his subspace.

Bumblebee sighed softly, leaning against the slab and watching Knockout for a moment. "Here, just tell me what to do and I'll patch you up." He said, holding out his hands.

Knockout hesitated before giving Bee the supplies. "You better not screw up, Abeille."

"I won't, Knockout. I promise. Bumblebee grinned, setting the supplies down and beginning to work on Knockout's wounds.