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[deadlydoctor]

WHO: Open to everyone if you want to interact with Knock Out but there's one private thread for Dead End and Rung
WHERE: The medbay, Solus Temple
WHEN: Anytime
WHAT: Knock Out's is working for once, if you ask him he will say its only to please his sexy lady FirstForged. He's checking on patients, treating your muse if he/she is the one injured, practicing an autopsy on one of the giant bugs (thanks Fracas for that).....the usual for a docbot.
WARNINGS: Snark, gossiping, sassy Cons at work...I will update if needed.

[The sooner he sets his own medbay the better, Knock Out thought, checking a datapad and looking around. However, Solus banned him from steali...borrowing the tools from the actual medbay, and he had to work there for the time being. There were way too many Autobots around for his own comfort. He would admit that not all of them were bad but trying to work with Ratchet being Ratchet was anything but easy. And watching Ambulon walk around with his paintjob falling apart made Knock Out's skin crawl. One day he will do something drastic about that. First Aid was easy to deal with, at least.

Knock Out was wondering why most of those tools had chew marks on them and made a mental now about asking ravage later. With his drill. The doctor sighed and moved on to the next patient.]

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[dinnerdate]

Had Rung not gotten hurt, chances were that he'd not have been in the medbay at all. Knock Out was good, but there was no way with everyone else that'd been hurt that he'd have ended up looking flawless before he'd likely be eaten. And if he was eaten it wouldn't really matter, would it.

But he was in the medbay now, and had gotten mostly patched up. It wasn't completely, but he did look a bit better than he had before he'd gone in. His wing had been even been repaired already, although it still felt a bit sensitive. He'd have to shut off those sensors, maybe a reboot to clear things up fully.

Rung had been the reason he'd come, and as soon as he was left alone, Rung was where he'd gone - quietly crawling up next to him and curling up. It was his fault that Rung got hurt, and as a Decepticon caring was something that he shouldn't be doing. But frag if he wasn't going to care about someone he'd become good friends with. Someone he'd come to want a bit more from, even if that would never happen.

It was like his bartending years all over again. With less flirting.

As long as no one caught him and shooed him back to his own berth, he'd stay curled up next to Rung for as long as possible. Shut his optics, and get a little rest in too. So long as no one noticed.

[rungout]

It would be awhile before Rung stirred, the therapist having taken quite a large amount of damage when he'd gotten caught up in the fray with those creatures. He'd been doing good and avoiding them, enough individuals out and about taking care of them that Rung had gone unnoticed.

At least until one had come out from behind some junk right in front of him. Then..well, he hadn't really stood a chance.

Most of the damage that was left was all cosmetic, scratches and dents littering his frame. One of his arms had taken most of the damage, almost completely taken off during his run in but thankfully it hadn't. (Losing it completely would have been just his luck. At least with it still attached he didn't have to worry about getting a new one right?)

His vents cycled softly as he stirred, optics flickering to life--dim but lit nonetheless--and for a moment Rung just stared up at the ceiling. It took a moment for everything to register and when it did he winced, shuddering as he tried to move but he just felt so weak; much weaker than usual. It was during his attempts to move that he bumped Dead End, the therapist startling some since he'd been too out of it to register anyone was beside him, head turning as he peered at the curled up form of the Decepticon.

"...Dead End..?"

[dinnerdate]

The plan of sticking close to the therapist and not getting caught hadn't involved Rung becoming conscious again. Not that the other actually waking wasn't a good thing - it was a very good thing - but he'd have preferred that even Rung didn't noticed that he'd decided resting right up next to him was a good idea.

What would life be if the universe didn't constantly put him into poor or awkward situations? It just wouldn't be the life he'd grown accustomed to if the universe wasn't actively out to destroy him. Physically and mentally.

The voice, although soft, causes a small twitch of his wings before his optics actually open and come online again.

Oh.

"...Rung."

He looks a bit panicked.

[rungout]

Even in the state he's in Rung still notices the panic, a soft, worried look creeping out his face.

"What's..wrong?" he managed to murmur, shifting some as if he wanted to sit up before thinking better of it, the ache coursing through him way too much to deal with that the moment.

Optics brightening, the therapist looked the other over and noted all the damage still there--at least the other was safe and in the med bay though. Even if Rung had completely failed at going to retrieve him.

"You alright..?"

[deadlydoctor]

Knock Out made himself busy until he was sure Dead End left Rung to go...somewhere, he was not sure where. Nor he knew if the other Con was going to get back anytime soon but he had to talk to Rung. He scared the acolytes away when they tried to check on the therapist because he didn't want anybody finding out what was going on between Rung and Dead End. The few people who knew, the better.

It's not like he cared. At all. He was looking after himself, as always. He just happen to find Rung easy to talk with, and Dead End fun to mock. That was all.

"They made quite the number on you, hm? You should be glad that you had such a great medic, I managed to save your arm." Always cheerful when he had to be, Knock Out moved close to Rung's berth.

[rungout]

Dead End had kissed him.

He really wasn't processing that well, his feelings all over the place about it, though he was mostly upset that the other wasn't there anymore, and he just..he just....

Primus why weren't things ever easy?

The sound of Knock Out's voice made Rung snap out of his thoughts, optics flickering as he focused on the medic, managing a small smile.

"Thank you for that, by the way. I appreciate everything you did for me," Rung said softly--sincerely, nodding to the other a bit since he was propped up some now.

[deadlydoctor]

"If you really appreciate it, then don't tell anybody." Knock Out enjoys being alive, you see, and fraternizing with Autobots is a NO NO for the Decepticons. Ask Dreadwing how that ended. "But by all means, keep praising my good work." Knock Out said in the end, softening the harsh tone of his first words.

"You still need to stay in the medbay for a few days, if not a whole week. Understood?" He had way too many experience dealing with stubborn mechs that leave before they were completely out of danger.

[rungout]

"I won't speak a word of it to anyone," Rung replied, his voice still laced with sincerity. While he himself didn't see the point in factions here in Haven, he respected that many others still held to those ideals and wasn't going to do something to put another in harm's way.

The therapist's expression fell a bit as he was instructed to stay in the med bay for much longer than he felt necessary, worried that he was just going to be taking up space and resources from others.

"I..are you certain that's necessary? I'll be alright back at my office--I mean, I do have a lot of work to do.." he murmured, also really needing some time to think about all of this stuff with Dead End.

[winged_knight]

He'd managed to get himself in more than a few scuffles in the past week. The centipede things have not been nearly as much of a bother as that...aquatic tentacle thing he'd encountered in the wilds while on his sabbatical.

That thing had taken Wing by surprise on the bottom of a lake while he investigated a raw energon deposit. Landed a nice bite into his forearm and tore up the armor on one calf as well. He did the best he could with a field first aid kit but well, it really needed to be see to by a true medic.

So here Wing is, striding into the medibay thinking he might find, well, one of the medics he's familiar with. He's due for a surprise.

[deadlydoctor]

[If Knock Out knew about that thing he would say that this is what you get for going outside alone to doing absurd things. The medic checks his datapad again and approaches the white mech, his head tilted to the side, eying the forearm with a critical eye.]

Your motherboard never tell you that trying to to steal from vending machines was not a good idea?

[winged_knight]

He's expecting Ratchet or First Aid or Ambulon, not that that's bad necessarily, just a surprise.

And hush, sometimes you have to do absurd things before you realize how absurd they are. Maybe Wing shouldn't mention the silica storm he got caught in then, considering it left him with a horribly sandblasted paint job. Thankfully, he's had a good through cleansing and buffing since then by doting hands obviously not his own.

Wing blinks a few times at the unknown medic, "I've never--Oh, haha!" He's a bit slow on the uptake here okay? "If only my trials were that unexciting."

"I don't think we met before? I'm Wing."

[dinnerdate]

So it was partially Knock Out's fault, what had happened between him and Rung. But mostly? Mostly it was his.

He'd kissed Rung and completely ruined everything between them, and there was no going back now. There was no way Rung would listen and pretend it didn't happen, his luck wasn't that good. Why did he have to let Knock Out's words get to him? That the Decepticon medic would ask Rung out if he didn't, or that he'd ask for him. It was better to be met with the rejection face to face, rather than hear it from the red sports car. But it didn't mean he should have just kissed the therapist.

He knew what his luck was like, this was coming from a mile away and he knew it.

The vampiric Decepticon vents a sigh, limping his way back to his berth and crawling up onto it. He should probably just crawl his way out of the medbay and the temple, but Knock Out would likely kill him for skipping the final repairs he needed.

Well at least if he stayed on his berth he wouldn't end up running into Rung. He could get fully patched up and leave soon enough. Hopefully.

[deadlydoctor]

[One day, dead End, you will learn how to appreciate all the things Knock Out does for you. It probably won't be until hell freezes over, but still. One day, maybe. Meanwhile, the medic will keep bother Dead End and try to figure out why the neon Decepticon was always so gloomy about absolutely everything.

He spotted him dragging his sorry aft to the berth and followed Dead End, his bright smile so different from the other con's unamused expression. Knock Out made sure no one was around to heard them before opening his mouth.]

Rise up and shine, Deads. No one told you that If you keep making that face, it's going to stick that way?

[dinnerdate]

The reason for his constant broody state was simple enough to figure out - if you'd known him before a very particular mission. Back then he'd been overly talkative. Always chatting, flirting, creeping people out, and pulling pranks. He used to be fun. Sure he had his moments, but for the most part he was fun.

Then dark energon happened.

Things were never the same after that.

His vents cycle through a sigh as he curls up at the sound of Knock Out's voice. Not now.

"Can we do this later. I think I'd like to just lie here for a while."

[im_wavin]

Ravage had nothing to do with those chew marks! Honestly! He's been quietly laying on his recharge berth, doing nothing but recovering from his injuries.

Okay, maybe not quietly. He's been playing this song titled Look At Me I'm Waving for the past hour, and he's even singing along to it. Being bed ridden is not a good thing for a bot that gets bored so easily.

[deadlydoctor]

[Knock Out doesn't know but you are the culprit until proved innocent, kitty. You are also 3 nanocklicks from making Knock Out go crazy with that song.]

Will you stop that already!

[im_wavin]

Stop what?

[Seriously. He has no idea what you're complaining about.]

[neverputincharge]

This is probably one of the last faces Knock Out wants to see in the medbay. Fortunately, Bulkhead had been cleared by Ratchet to be out helping with the tentacle monsters so he wasn't in the bay as often as he was. But that didn't mean he doesn't still come in on occasion. The grumpy medic would have his rivets, if he didn't get any wounds he might have gotten while fighting those things checked.

So here he is walking into the med bay. His limp still there, but far less prominent and hampering(think maybe Human Factor or better). He's looking around for Ratchet, Ambulon or First Aid. But oh hello, there's a certain Decepticon medic headed his way oh so conveniently. He'll let him pass by before he's reaching out to try and grab him by the shoulder, and haul him back to him.

"Hey, what's the rush"

[deadlydoctor]

Being yanked suddenly was not new to Knock Out but that didn't make the experience any less annoying or painful. His datapad fell to the floor but knock Out paid it no mind.

For some reason, He was expecting to see Megatron holding him....well, frag his life. An Autobot was just as bad. And this particular one that had more than a few reasons to crush him? That was even worse. Maybe if he distracts Blkhead time enough so he can reach for the energon prod he keeps in one of the compartments of his thigh...

" I think you're confusing me with someone, sir."

[neverputincharge]

"Nah, I'd know yer mug anywhere." Yeah, Bulkhead doesn't trust Knock Out as far as he can throw him. Then again that goes for any cons from his world except Dead End. He may have helped Rung, but that wasn't quite enough to get him on Bulkhead's trusted list yet.

"How's Rung?" Speaking of that Autobot. Knock Out was the one that doctored him on the field, he'd know best. He won't be talking to you any long than he has to.

Unrelated to his own post - there are plans with SG!Megs for that =3

[notyourblueangel]

It's not often that Thundercracker comes limping into a medbay right, who's he kidding but when he does, it means it's bad. Because the proud (and oft-abused) Seeker has been long-conditioned to show no weakness whatsoever. Including in a medbay.

But that chewed leg with the crushed thruster just won't be ignored any longer.

Still, Thundercracker will stand to one side, leaned back on a wall out of the way until a medic is freed up enough to notice him - there are plenty who are in here worse off than he is, after all.

[deadlydoctor]

Knock Out's used to seeker's antics, specially those that look like Starscream. It seemed like all of them always ended mauled for one reason or the other. He saw Thundercracker's comm link video and wasn't all that surprised when the other Con finally came to the medbay.

"That wall's not going to fix you, I hope you realize it doesn't have magical powers." Knock Out's way of saying 'hello', enjoy.

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker wondered for an instant if there must be some unspoken requirement that a mech have a sense of sardonic humor to be a medic. He managed not to roll his optics, but he didn't manage not to play alone. "No? Huh . . . guess the 'press here for miracles' sign I'm leaning on is a lie, then. Or Autobot optimism. " He's enough used to Hook's berthside manners that Knock Out's is nothing to get upset at. Hell, sometimes banter – even needling banter – is a welcome change of pace.

I am 500 lates I apologise

[skidaddle]

He'd been at the medbay not that long ago, talking to Ratchet about getting Bulkhead free to fight. Now, he was back again, taking a moment to grab some fuel before his 'date' with Fortress Maximus after rescuing Rung and helping KO bring in Dead End.

All in all, he'd had weirder days.

This still wasn't usual, though, and so he took a moment to swing by the medic, wanting to make sure everything was okay before he went back out.

"At this rate, you might want to hire a full-time hauler to get the wounded in. I'm not built for it." Reaching up, he rubbed the back of his neck. "Think the two. Ah. Prospective love-kits are gonna be alright?"

He'd never thought he'd use that question on Rung and a Decepticon from another universe, but there it was.

pff it's fine dear, I just saw this >_<

[deadlydoctor]

Knock Out would have tracked him down in case Skid decided not to stay for a check up.

"Ratchet turns into an ambulance, he's the one who should be doing that. Then again, if I were dying and ratchet showed up I would probably offline myself." Knock Out looked around for some cubes of energon and handed one to Skids. "They're fixed and resting, and if no one else figure this mess out then perhaps they don't get killed."