Starscream half-dropped to the floor the moment Megatron released him, stooping with his knees bent. He flexed the damaged wing up and down gingerly, trying to assess the seriousness of the injury. The surface damage was one thing, but the sudden impact seemed to have wrenched the neural circuitry at the joint, if the grimace of pain on his face upon each movement was any indication.

He couldn't help but scowl furiously up at his master at the audacity of that last statement. No Megatron, I thought I'd just keep it like this as a memento of this little interaction, the thought of medical care just simply hadn't occurred to me! He winced and let out an uncomfortable grunt as Megatron jostled the injured appendage further, thoughtlessly swatting the invasive hand with the back of his own.

"Stellar advice my Lord... may I take that as your permission to excuse myself then?" he spat out viciously. The sarcasm in his voice barely restrained, and his eyes glinted with an impressively affronted rage.