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[sword_redemption]

Who: Drift and First Aid
What: Unsurprisingly someone got his stupid aft injured fighting the terrorpedes.
Where: field medic field?
When: after the battle.
Warnings: Drift's still an idiot: First Aid may get poofy at him again.

All right. Okay. Fine. Even Drift could--occasionally--admit he was actually a little on the need-of-repairs side of the line. He's only doing this though, because he had plans for later. Big plans. Plans which he did NOT want interrupted or curtailed by nagging.

So he rolled over--a bit limpily on one flattened tire--to where First Aid has set up shop. He'd gotten some bug gut goo all over him, a few bites, and a crushed wrist, but hey, it's all in a day's fun.

He pushed up to his bipedal mode, trying to hide the wince. "Hey. Uh. You busy?"

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[lifepersists]

"'Is Wing' is not very descriptive, you know. I kinda wanna know what your view of him is."

Gossip with him, Drift. Let him live vicariously through your love life.

First Aid is very tender as he works, minding Drift's wiring as he strips his leg. The outer plating was just an armor for the more vulnerable parts and it was those inner parts the nurse was mostly concerned about.

"He must love you a lot." To die for someone else usually meant a certain amount of loyalty. First Aid wouldn't deny he was a little envious of Drift to have that kind of thing.

His optics lift to Drift's face, just briefly as an apology, as he purposely snips a hopelessly crimped hose and then quickly works to reattach the ends with a patch.

[sword_redemption]

"I, uh, I wouldn't know where to start. He's better than me. At everything. And I owe him everything."

The squirming isn't from pain: Drift's too manly for that, at least.

"I'm...I'm trying to make up for that." Forever. For as long as it takes.

He doesn't flinch at the cut. He's been hurt worse.