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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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."

[docbot]

"Ah, yes. I understand."

Ratchet comes forward with a bit of a smile on his face. It's nice to be treating something that's important, but far from life-threatening. He moves behind Elita and gently pushes his fingers into a few key areas around the joint, trying to figure out how exactly it is out of place.

"Hmm. Seems to be fairly simple. I'll snap it back on three, okay?"

[invisiblepinkboat]

Everything hardly needs to be life-threatening or even severely harmful, luckily enough. She doesn't bother to hide the twitch of the hull "wing" and the slight wince even his gentle prodding was creating.

Not because it was a sharp pain, or because she held illusions about appearing "tough", but rather being aware that it would help a medic if they got all reactions, unfiltered.

"I hoped it was. Readings were indicating that, but you never know." She shrugged and then cast a glance behind her, shifting her good panel out of the way to be able to actually look at Ratchet.

"Sure, whenever."

She's a big femme, Ratchet, she can take it!

[docbot]

"Right, thanks." He nods at the panel that Elita's moved, getting himself in polition. "Three-!"

And he pops the panel back with a quick twist and pop before going forward. If he'd counted all the way to three, she'd have tensed up instinctively and made it harder to realign things.

"How's that?"

It looks fine to his scanners, but Elita's the one who'd really be the judge of things.

[invisiblepinkboat]

Despite the warning, and the fact that she had half-way sort of expected something like that, she jerked a bit, thankfully after the fact. Straightening up, Elita shifted the hull-panel carefully, and then in slightly wider motions before finally doing a tiny roll with the joint.

"It's not getting back out immediately at any rate, so my self-repair ought to get it..." She quieted for a moment, paying attention to her own scans, and then nodded.

"Sitting right where it should be, thank you." She turned around to be able to face Ratchet again, a dry smile on her faceplates.

"I'd say something about a warning would have been nice before you did it, but you did give a warning... Even if you didn't follow it," Elita said with a laugh, knowing full well why.