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re_alignment_logs2012-07-13 09:27 pm
winged_knight) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-07-13 09:27 pm
Entry tags:
Searching for Peace of Mind
WHO: Ratchet and Wing
WHERE: Ratchet's medbay, Solus's Temple
WHEN: A week ago, two days before the Second Wave
WHAT: Well it was supposed to be a simple medical exam...
WARNINGS: Likely talk of canon character death, possibly others TBD.
The rolling mounds of the Junk Pile slipped beneath his snow white belly as he jetted through Haven's sky, his approach vector angled towards Solus's temple where he knew Ratchet to be waiting.
Wing was oddly nervous. He knew he had no reason to be, his internal diagnostics showed no damage or unusual anomalies. By all reports he was in perfect health with no trace of Braid's killing blow remaining. But that didn't stop the memory purges at night. Or the way he'd instinctively clutch at the armor over his spark chamber when thoughts of the attack crossed his processor. Sometimes, when the memory purges were the worst, he thought he could feel real tightness and pain, something beyond the echo of memory.
He knew only time healed some wounds but whatever he could do to help it along, he would. And thus he hoped a full exam by an experienced medic would help ease his mind.
Wing slowed as he reached the temple, and with a graceful flip he left his altmode and the air in a single motion. He made his way through the temple following Ratchet's instructions, temporarily forgetting his trepidation as he gazed curiously at the new surroundings. He found the right room, judging by the red and white mech within, and nodded a cordial greeting.
WHERE: Ratchet's medbay, Solus's Temple
WHEN: A week ago, two days before the Second Wave
WHAT: Well it was supposed to be a simple medical exam...
WARNINGS: Likely talk of canon character death, possibly others TBD.
The rolling mounds of the Junk Pile slipped beneath his snow white belly as he jetted through Haven's sky, his approach vector angled towards Solus's temple where he knew Ratchet to be waiting.
Wing was oddly nervous. He knew he had no reason to be, his internal diagnostics showed no damage or unusual anomalies. By all reports he was in perfect health with no trace of Braid's killing blow remaining. But that didn't stop the memory purges at night. Or the way he'd instinctively clutch at the armor over his spark chamber when thoughts of the attack crossed his processor. Sometimes, when the memory purges were the worst, he thought he could feel real tightness and pain, something beyond the echo of memory.
He knew only time healed some wounds but whatever he could do to help it along, he would. And thus he hoped a full exam by an experienced medic would help ease his mind.
Wing slowed as he reached the temple, and with a graceful flip he left his altmode and the air in a single motion. He made his way through the temple following Ratchet's instructions, temporarily forgetting his trepidation as he gazed curiously at the new surroundings. He found the right room, judging by the red and white mech within, and nodded a cordial greeting.
Oh hai, there's that icon I meant to use earlier...
His browridge jumps and his pinions flatten as Ratchet gives him the next bit of news. Almost reluctantly Wing leans over to look at the scanner, feeling a bit silly for it, and wordlessly stares for an overly long time at the shadowy smudge within his chest.
The jet draws back finally, nodding slowly as Ratchet continues to speak. So, there was irrefutable physical proof. Not that he was trying to deny it...or perhaps part of him was. The last of Ratchet's words snap him back to reality.
"Novel?" Wing asks softly, "I...suppose it would be." He seems to collect himself, cycling a vent. "Is it anything to be concerned about?"
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The scanner is closed, and Ratchet steps back, trying to judge from Wing's answers if he's hiding anything from him. It's a lesson he learned the hard way: sometimes warriors cover up for little problems to pretend that they're healthy when they're not. Denial is an unfortunate, powerful beast.
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"I--Sometimes..." He cycles a rough vent, trying to articulate something he's not entirely sure he wants to grasp period. "Sometimes after bad memory purges, or flashbacks. They...can be intense? I feel it. I don't know what it means. I think...it's phantom pain?"
"I just...don't even know if it's real or not." He shakes his head and bows it with an unmistakable touch of shame.