A sharp laugh escapes his mouth. “Nobody who passes for a doctor is this bad. Not by accident, at least.” He shrugs and uses his good hand to rub his forehead. “I’m sure there’s no need to tell you that.”

Drift backs away further and turns his gaze to the side. The idea of admitting to Ratchet why he left feels embarrassing now and he shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter, I guess. All these years later and you were still the only one who was actually willing to fix me up.”