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[eyestothesky]

WHO: The Spine and anyone
WHERE: The Spine had meant to head from the Junkpile back to the Hub but in his current condition it's easy to imagine him wandering elsewhere without realizing it.
WHEN: March 16th
WHAT: Someone's sick, oops.
WARNINGS: The Spine is a dork, does that count?

The discovery of the strange formation of brown crystals didn't even strike the bot as odd. Who was he to say what was normal to find and what wasn't? What he hadn't found so far was any sign of instruments, and itching to put his fingers to guitar strings that was what his thoughts were on. Musing if maybe someone else that had arrived had found or made one, or if they knew where one might be. Something to think about, maybe he'd put out a call later on.

But he certainly should have gotten back to the Hub by now. Even on foot he wasn't that slow... except for the fact that apparently he'd stopped walking without realizing. A hiccup in the multitasking protocols more than likely, easy enough to shrug off. Unlike the way the world was starting to sway around him. Various alerts cropping up to warn him of the sudden imbalance he was suffering, the titanium automaton letting out a startled billow of steam as he tried to shift his stance so his servos would re-align with which way was up. At least that was the plan.

What happened instead was his vision blurring to static for an alarming moment, and anyone nearby would have seen the robot suddenly stumbling, foot catching and sending him to the ground in a heap, steam curling from vents and along the vertebrae protruding from his back.

Comments

[eyestothesky]

It did seem to help a bit, the smaller robot relaxing a fraction when the steam was being pulled out and cooler air blew in.

"Think I'm overheatin' with how much water I'm burning through. Sensors must be fritzin' though cause there's no alerts or anything..."

[young_upstart]

     "That doesn't sound good. Think you'll be all right until we reach the clinic? Shouldn't be too much farther."

     And with that, the Autobot gassed it just a little. He wasn't about to have anyone in a state of emergency because he was Too Slow.

[eyestothesky]

"Should be okay. Just the boiler goin', it'd be trouble if there was smo-" He could feel the sudden rise of liquids in his throat, too sluggish to hold it back in time, not wanting to risk that much backing into his boiler with how hot he was running.

And really, not wanting to see what happened when oil got into Hot Rod's consoles, all he could do was hunch in an awkward sort of curl to the side and start coughing up the viscous fluid onto the passenger seat. Staying in that curl after, more from just a lack of energy or motivation to pull himself straight in his seat, a grimace pulling at his mouth when he finally found his throat cleared.

"...S-sorry."

[young_upstart]

     Primus, he did not..!

     He very nearly slammed on the brakes, only managing not to because he could hear the poor guy coughing inside his cab. His poor, poor interior....

     That shudder might not have been solely been a rough patch of road.

     "Y-you all right there?" Calm, stay calm, ugh this hasn't happened before with any of his human passengers but agh this is just.... Just keep cool...!

[eyestothesky]

At least it was just oil. Nothing organic and nothing smelly.

"M'fine..." Just going to stay curled like he was, not that it was overly comfortable, more just because the effort involved with moving anywhere seemed enormous to him. "Be just fine..."

Guess who always played off issues so he didn't worry anyone until he was in private? If you guess this guy, you get a cookie!

[young_upstart]

     True, and that at least was a small blessing in and of itself.

     Hot Rod wasn't buying that in the least, especially not from the guy that just upchucked oil all over his interior. Sob.

     He slowed down as Solus' temple came up. "We're here. Try not to get sick again, switching out of alt-mode now," he warned, giving The Spine a moment before he'd transform. Ooooh his poor interior...

[eyestothesky]

The smaller bot just let out a low sound of assent at the warning, though without the support of that center console, he would just come out of that switch in a heap on his side.

He really is sorry about your interior!

[young_upstart]

     Bothered as he was by that bit, Hot Rod wasn't going to just spit the poor guy out the way he did that oil! The Autobot carefully cradled The Spine in hands, and without breaking a stride, continued on towards the clinic.

[eyestothesky]

God, you're a bigger crybaby than Rabbit.

The smaller bot just stayed as he was, not really moving unless he was directed to physically. For some reason just feeling physically drained, though he was still conscious and somewhat focused, though for how long remained to be seen.

[young_upstart]

     Having a look around since he wasn't too familiar with the clinic himself other than its location, Hot Rod stepped over to gently rest The Spine on one of the smaller beds.

     "Still with me? I'll see if I can find anyone around to have a look at you," he said.

[eyestothesky]

He shifted onto the bed without argument, optics dimming slightly as he nodded with a cloud of steam that seemed not quite as thick as before.

"Sounds good..." The sooner the better, he didn't like how hard it was to dredge up the motivation and energy to do much of anything.

[young_upstart]

     With a nod, Hot Rod excused himself to do so. If he had no luck with a quick look around, then his next shot would be the Link.