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.

[raceme]

[He will just do that, keeping one in his hand to sip at it from time to time. Blurr never saw a medic get so angry about him getting injured. Or care at all, in fact. He's sort of touched that Ratchet is reacting this way but he's also worried.]

You could get hurt too I don't want that to happen. [He likes you, docbot. Blurr meekly answers the request.] It was one of the Starscreams but not the one from my world or that white and red one THIS one was tall gray with red eyes and heels. AND very sharp claws of course.

[docbot]

Oh, you let me worry about that. [ Some part of him in the far back of his processor appreciates the concern, but right now, Ratchet is mostly just angry. About everything. And Starscream is a convenient mech to vent at. ]

That fragging pitspawned shop vac. The one you're describing is from my universe. I knew he wasn't trustworthy, but then the little-- Rrrrg.

[ He cycles his vents harshly, refocussing on the here and now. ]

No matter. You come first.

[ He reaches out and transforms a finger into a tool to pry a panel back and hit a sensor node in what remains of Blurr's shoulder. ]

Is that numb now?

[ Because he's not going to start welding and tying wires back together if Blurr's going to feel it. Anaesthesia woo. ]

[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.

[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.

[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?"

[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]

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.

[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.

[docbot]

Ratchet rests his hand on Gunmax's chest for a moment longer so he can look him in the eye.

"I can't say the same. I hate having friends as patients. I'd rather see you healthy and whole."

With that gruff back-handed statement of affection, he pulls back, adding "Honestly, if you unplug yourself, you're probably going to collapse."

And he doesn't have the time or energy to be plugging you back in ever fifteen minutes, Gunmax.

[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."

[engrishdetective]

Between lacking Yuuta, Deckerd blaming himself, his shades breaking, downright near starving in this place, now this...

Gunmax has never felt so handicapped or helpless.

He sighs, leaning his head back as he grumbles, "Well, let's hope we don't get attacked again anytime soon, because it doesn't sound like my cannon isn't gonna quite do it." Not with the way he is right now.

Slowly, he turns his head away. Silently frustrated.

"How are our options?"

[docbot]

He's not that old, Jack. You're going to need more than a few centuries to pull one over him.

"Actually, I can't think of anything more important, so get over here so I can do some 'clean up'."

Or punch you in the head. Woops.

Ratchet turns when he finishes speaking, putting down the circuits he'd been soldering so that he can walk in Wheeljack's direction, looking vaguely menacing.

[docbot]

Ratchet sighs and rubs at his chevron.

"Well, from what I can tell, our best bet is to keep you and your friends on generators for now. After that... there just isn't enough gasoline around to keep you running, and there's a similar problem when it comes to manufacturing gas. The best bet, I think, is to modify your team just enough so that you can run off of energon."

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Wheeljack wasn't phased by much when it came to fear, but he had to admit that watching Ratchet approach him was one of the few times he felt slightly uneasy. Not that he showed it outwardly. He gave a slight chuckle, waving his hand.

"It's just cosmetic. Did you tend to any other patients? Heard some of our boys had a rough time."

He held out his palm to stop Ratchet at the shoulder.

[engrishdetective]

That causes Gunmax to turn his head sharply, his optics glowing as he glares at Ratchet. He knows the medic is being realistic but...

"You want to change us," he snaps at Ratchet. "No deal. I don't want some stranger messin' around inside of me!"

[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.

[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.

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?"