Even apples won't keep this one away

[docbot]

WHO: Ratchet and YOU
WHERE: Solus's Temple - Medbay
WHEN During/after the Event
WHAT: Medbay shenanigans
WARNINGS: None yet

There's a lot of people who were injured during the Second Wave, and most of them are going to end up in the medbay somehow. This log is for anyone who wants to log dragging/being dragged in for repairs, having repairs done/finished, or just coming to visit Ratchet to watch or help out. Ratchet's openned the Med Bay to everyone, just tag in a new thread with a time tag on it and I'll log with you c:

(Although, Starscream might get screamed at and mauled for removing Blurr's arm >>)

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[raceme]

[After talking to Pharma and resting in Liege's temple for a bit, Blurr headed to Ratchet's medbay. It was hard to tell 'no' to bot that was yelling at you like you were a newborn protoform, and Blurr was too tired to discuss.

The energon reserves in his systems were still low, making him lose focus at times, but at least he was not in risk of passing out anymore probably. Blurr entered the medbay, holding his severed arm in the one he still had attached.]

H...hello.

(ooc:Starscream should be bitchslaped for removing Blurr's arm :'/)

[docbot]

[ Ratchet takes one look at Blurr, and bodily picks the smaller bot up and carries him over to a medical berth before saying even a word in greeting. Talking is for bots who are not grabbing tools and energon cubes. Said cubes get shoved at Blurr in exchange for his detatched arm. ]

Fuel up, Blurr. You need more, you let me know.

[ He's not screaming now, at least, distracted by the need to fix. He does, however, sound rather gruff as he twirls his tool in his hand and starts examining the dripping end of Blurr's arm. ]

Hm. Relatively clean cut.

[ A dark glance up at Blurr. ]

This was not bitten off by one of those creatures. Which bot did this?

[raceme]

[Woah. Just...WOAH. Give his processor a nanosec or two go figure out what is going on. He takes the cubes, flailing a bit because EY ONLY ONE ARM TO HOLD MORE THAN ONE CUBE. Logistics, Ratchet...they work differently.]

Yessirthankyou.

[Blurr is glad to hear no more screams. Not so much to hear that question because, frankly, the whole incident embarrasses him.]

No it was not a shakticon's doing it was another mech.

[docbot]

[ It's okay, Blurr, you can put the rest of them down on the bench. RATCHET IS SORT OF DISTRACTED BY YOUR ARM. He stops poking at the severed end, though, to pin you with a Look, optics burning almost white with rage. His voice is scarily calm. ]

You are going to tell me who this mech was. And when I am through here, I am going to hunt them down. And I am going to destroy them.

[ No room for argument. He's pissed. ]

[sword_redemption]

Drift's barely conscious as they bring him in, because otherwise he would be resisting, under the dread terror of a Much Deserved Lecture from Ratchet. As gentle as they tried to be, he can't help but whimper because the movement jars him, making his balance gyros lurch sickeningly.

_{"I am...so tired...of being sick."}

You have no idea. He's stabbed himself before, right through the chassis, and that was less awful than this.

[docbot]

Ratchet is immediately at his side, hands already moving to hit the sensor nodes that will numb Drift's pain temporarily.

"Run me down on what's wrong, Drift. Were you attacked by something? Poisoned?"

His scanner is out and running, and his eyes go wide when he realizes that, as bad as Drift looks outside, his internals are even worse.

"Primus, mech. This is..."

He spits out a burst of static as he starts scanning in more detail, trying to figure out what's most damaged, and what he might try to even stabilize Drift.

[winged_knight]

After gingerly setting Drift down on the med berth Wing takes several steps away to give Ratchet room. He feels he should go, see if he's needed elsewhere, but he finds himself hovering a bit instead, hoping to at least hear a prognosis.

He has his own share of battle damage, and though it looks slightly dramatic--Thank you, Starscream--it's not hindering him at the moment. There are others here that are much higher priority.

we can split this if you guys need to

[sword_redemption]

_{"attacked by a lot of things."} It can't be a surprise that Drift was in the thick of the action.

"But." He lifts one arm, weakly. He's trying to show that he doesn't have any serious battle damage: no missing limbs or seriously caved in armor or anything. See? he was trying to live up to his promise, Ratchet.

But whatever Ratchet does helps. The pain starts receding, in slow waves, like a retreating tide.

"I'm sorry?"

[wakizashi_straight]

The fighting ran down his charge, the walking ran down his charge... sooner or later, Noisy Boy is going to have to really recharge his battery instead of waiting on it to regenerate a charge. He'll eventually end up shutting down anyway.

For now, though, he's stopping by to visit Ratchet. The boxer's plating is dented and his paint has been scraped off, mostly on his arms. Not the most dire of injuries - especially considering how injured he's been in the past. But he's hardly going to walk around like this. Mostly because he's trying to convince Drift that everything is fine, but still.

[docbot]

Noisy might have to wait a bit while Ratchet works on more needy patients, but he notices when Noisy comes in, and he comes over as soon as he has a break.

"Well at least you're not leaking from every orifice."

He wipes his hands off on a rag, before throwing it into a bin at the side.

"What seems to be the problem, Noisy?"

He sees the dents and the battered plating, but he'd missed Noisy's post asking for assistance earlier, so he's not up to date.

[wakizashi_straight]

Noisy Boy is the patient sort and waits quietly. Point in fact he watches Ratchet working, slowly rotating and shifting his right shoulder. He'd managed to keep it from getting hit too much, thankfully: the one benefit to defending without a handler.

In response, he taps a few of his dents lightly to indicate, before adding a text burst transmission:

I was attacked by one of the monsters. It did not do much damage, but defending myself against it drained my battery. And I would prefer Drift did not see me like this.

He'd sounded upset enough when they'd spoken earlier that Noisy would... rather not add to it.

[docbot]

"Well I don't think you need to worry much about Drift. He's not in much condition to be staring two feet past his own nose, much less across the room."

Ratchet's already moving towards one of the generators. There's not too much energy left to spare, but he can find room for one more bot to plug in, especially one as small as Noisy Boy.

He pauses in front of the generator, though, suddenly frowning.

"I thought you were in a Temple, though? How did you get attacked?"

[engrishdetective]

Ever since he's been carried inside, Gunmax has come in and out of being online. He has vague awareness, better now that he has some fuel in him, but he's still worn out from using the Max Cannon.

Thankfully, he's hooked to a generator now, so he's stabilized somewhat.

Gunmax's optics brighten as he comes online again, finding himself on a berth. He lifts his head, looking around warily.

"Deckerd? ... McCrane?"

[docbot]

Ratchet hears the noise and instinctively reaches out to push Gunmax down.

"You managed to drain yourself to nearly zero with that stunt you pulled off, and that generator's not giving you much to spare. Until I figure out a more permanent solution for you and your friends, if you try to leave, I'm getting my tools out and welding you down to the berth."

And he will, Gunmax. Oho, just give him a reason and he will.

[engrishdetective]

The first thing Gunmax thinks to himself is dear God it's Toudou in a robotic body. The biker grunts as he's pushed back down; on a normal day, he might put up a fight, but definitely just doesn't have it in him physically to be able to shove back.

So it's back down he goes, and he frowns, eyes narrowing.

"Swell," he grumbles. "Nice to see you too, by the way."

Him, being a good little patient and staying where he is. This is not going to go well. He'll lay down for now, but he isn't planning on behaving for long.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Wheeljack wanted to avoid this situation if possible. He'd already assured Ratchet he'd come back unscathed, and here he was with dents and skidmarks. No way that wasn't going to catch the medic's attention when he was already one of his favourite patients. And if it was anything like last time...

You could do this, Wheeljack. Rolling his shoulders (painfully. Yeah, he was pretty sore everywhere.), he strode into the medical bay, hoping to be as stealthy as possible with all that was going on. After all, he didn't want to be the main attraction. Maybe Ratchet would be busy with some other patient and he could just slip in, get a buffer and slip out. Finish the job himself. As for the aches, they'd clear up on their own.

No need to trouble him for it. Now he just had to make sure the doc didn't see him...

[docbot]

Wheeljack, your chances of getting through Ratchet's medical bay without being noticed are a big fat "NOPE". He's gone into a state of hyper-awareness from all the stress and activity that's been going on. After this is over, he's probably going to crash, but until then... he's quite able to throw a wrench at your head with pinpoint precision without even looking over his shoulder.

"Get over here and let me look you over, slag-for-brains. I can hear you limping."

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Well, give him points for trying. He got through the door, at least. Wheeljack's hand went to his helm as he heard the voice, his little wings perking up in surprise. Weren't old bots supposed to be senile too? That's what he was hoping for, anyway. Guess he still had to wait a few centuries, still.

"I'm fine, Doc. Ya got more important things to worry about than this Wrecker."

[patokichi]

Deckerd has been lingering since Drift and Gunmax were dropped here, wringing his hands, pacing. Concern keeps him here- but he really should be out there fighting.

His injuries, which he's refused to have worked; they're minor. Mostly cosmetic.

He mostly just wants to confirm Gunmax and Drift's sure recovery before heading back out. He was resposible for the idea, and he got them both into trouble.

[docbot]

Ratchet sees when Deckerd comes in, but he had been understandably distracted by his two teammates. Now, with Drift's internal corrosion somewhat mitigated, and Gunmax hooked up to a generator, he's got a bit of breathing space.

"Deckerd. Is there something you need fixed before you go back out?"

A quick once-over reveals nothing too traumatic, but Ratchet isn't sure enough of the BP's make-up to assess them at glance, like he does with Cybertronians.

[patokichi]

His pacing ceases as Ratchet approaches and he quickly shakes his head, no. There's no need to waste supplies on him right now.

"I'm fine. How are Gunmax and Drift doing? Are they going to be okay?"

He has a one-track mind, and his hands stop their wringing to simply fall limply at his sides as he nearly accosts Ratchet with the worried question.

in the evenin, open to Raf and Ratch

[rotafortunae]

Even Nobodies got tired sometimes. And luck did no good for the careless. It was stupid, really, utterly stupid, but he'd taken on a beastie a little too big for him, a dragonish thing. It thrashed him hard, hurling him against a wall, slapping him with its tail and dragging wicked claws across his chest. The thing which took him out, though, was the nasty blow to the head by a bit of dislodged debris.

His blood turned to smoke where it touched the air, and his coat seemed to repair itself. But he was still bleeding, and still quite unconcious out on the field.

After the even by a day or so!

[invisiblepinkboat]

Technically, it wasn't a severe injury. It wasn't even really an injury as such and more of an inconvenience, which was why she'd waited until now. Let those actually injured be cared for first.

"Ratchet..?" Elita paused in the doorway to the makeshift medbay, a room that had probably been commandeered for the purpose. The reason she was here? Well, it was just an issue of not being able to reach the joint in the back that joined her back-mounted hull panels to her back. She didn't trust someone else to be able to put the joint where it needed to go without messing up something else.

But as soon as it was realigned, her self-repair would be able to take care of the rest. She'd even attempted to transform in her room, since that sometimes knocked misaligned and slightly torn-out joints back where they should be.

No such luck this time, however.

[docbot]

At the sound of his name, Ratchet turns from what he's doing. His eyebrows rise when he sees who's at his door.

"Elita? What seems to be the problem?"

[invisiblepinkboat]

"Nothing dramatic, but I can't reach the joint by myself," Elita said with a shrug and a small, easy smile as she shifted the panel that was clearly somewhat... askew from the other one.

"Self-repair can't set an out-of-alignment joint back where it should be, otherwise I wouldn't be bothering you."