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who: Vandal and any visitors. [OPEN]
what: Vandal is bed-bound, recovering from her month-long detainment and torture.
when: All this week.
where: The Medbay
warnings: very yes
notes: Tag in your own threads, it can be set during any point in the week.

The beep of the monitors is loud with her head this eerily silent. Whatever he did to her, between the needles and questioning, he separated it. Took something. Now that static in her head is far quieter. It's almost as maddening as when it was present.

Now she's almost lonely without it. Well- she was lonely before, but now even more so.

She doesn't sleep, no. It's not safe to sleep anymore. She wants to scream every time she's left alone, but it's not practical to have someone with her all the time. Prism is dead, the Gatherer is dead, but the way she goes back to that place every time she shuts her eyes.

So she lays in a space between waking and sleep, startling back to consciousness every tie she starts to drift. Shaking. Thinking about it. What it did to her.

She reaches up to smooth a finger over the gauze covering what used to be her right eye.

Ruined. He ruined her worse than the church did. The mental, the physical.

Everything. Ruined.

She wishes they'd have killed her when they found her.

But she's also a coward, and afraid of death, so here she sits and lets the stitches heal.

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To be honest, he barely knows her. There are some key facts, such as her friendship with Perceptor, Wing, and Drift; that stands out. That, and her general attitude.

But also that she's a medic. A good one, for a human. The Tyrest Accord would never approve, but here the accord has no weight. So he will oblige its lack of presence and what they need.

Out of his attempts to continue his duties, he is here. That and he owes some brief attention to Mirage's repairs. As he approaches, he stands some feet away, looking down at the human before nodding once. "Vandal," Ultra Magnus addresses her, his tone shying away from stern and just sounding tired.

No doubt she feels similarly for different reasons.

Well this isn't someone she expected to see. Magnus, the no-fun-zone himself. Though after he'd debriefed her, she had some appreciation. That and... quite honestly she'd said some heated things to him that she regrets.

"Hi, Ultra Radness." The usual joking tone is a little lacking with her.

He's tired, she's tired, more they both look like they've been through hell.

"Came to make sure I wasn't breaking any rules?"

It's nothing that he hasn't already considered for himself. There's plenty that Ultra Magnus blames himself for, after all. It's not... normal for him, but things are more personalized now. It's hard.

At the name, he doesn't even correct her.

"No. I came to make sure you were improving," Ultra Magnus clarifies. "And if there was anything that I could get you."

They aren't close, but she's important to many people. She's a medic, and an integral part of the medical staff. A friend to many.

He wants to make sure she's well for those reasons.

Color her surprised.

She wouldn'tsay 'improving' was really a word for it. She wants to die, plain and simple, but both Drift and Wheeljack had told her to keep going. That it would be letting Prism win. And there were too many people that went to so much trouble for her.

"Yeah," She lies. Physically maybe, but mentally she's in a dark place.

"Just a little company. And maybe some whiskey to go with this morphine." She taps the drop stand.

"Doc's got me on the good stuff."

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