A/N:
Last chapter!
Not as mental as the last, or as long.
Enjoy!

"Ratchet?"
A familiar voice sounded.
As Ratchet lay for a bit longer, he became more aware of what was going on.
He was very, very hot, his fur was soaked in cold sweat and that familiar voice belonged to Clank;
an extremely concerned Clank at that.
"Ratchet if you can hear me, wake up right now!"
Ratchet slowly opened his eyes and saw the little robot standing over him, looking as panicked as a robot could.
He was holding a damp wash cloth and was sponging down his forehead.
"Ratchet,"
He started sounding relieved.
"Are you alright?"
"I guess…"
Ratchet croaked, rubbing his head.
"It's really hot in here."
"My temperature sensors tell me it is quite cold. You on the other hand, have a fever."
Clank placed the wash cloth on the Lombaxs' forehead.
"Thanks Pal."
"How are you feeling?"
Ratchet sat himself up slowly. Watching Clanks' anxiety at his change in position made him laugh softly.
"I'll be fine… As long as I never have a dream like that again…"
"What was it about?"
Clank asked, sitting down next to his friend.
"Do ya' really want to know?"
Ratchet grinned mischievously.
"Certainly."
"Well, okay then…"

A/N:
FIN!
I hoped you liked it! :)
I should be updating WoMD soon, by the way...
Sorry about the wait on that one! :L