All Medics on Deck

[whatbedsidemanners]

WHO: Hospital mingle log
WHERE: Solus' Medical Bay
WHEN: Shortly after the Tarn fiasco
WHAT: Injured bots and annoyed medics
WARNINGS: Cranky medics and impatient patients

After the battle with the DJD, there are quite a few who had retained minor to severe injuries, and Red Alert is here to tend to them as they came in. Assuming that they think to come in at all. She realizes that she can't really scold anyone, as the act of taking down one of the Haven's most dangerous inhabitants was completely necessary and unavoidable.

Red Alert can be found fussing over patients, and she will allow guests as long as they're not loud or otherwise disruptive. Please don't try to escape, she'll come after you.

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[fun_police]

While Prowl didn't look particularly good with cables and sealed fuel lines hanging out of his right shoulder joint, the fact that he'd been able to participate through most of the battle should say enough about the extent of his injuries. The first few moments of the limb's removal had been agony. White hot agony. But soon enough, it had faded enough to allow him to recover, get back up, and keep going. It wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten torn up.

He'd lost a considerable amount of energon from the previously leaking fuel lines and other physical injuries, which is what kept him in the med bay the past few days. He was far from an irritating patient - Prowl knew better than to try and piss off a medic. That, and making a fuss about whatever they planned would just delay his recovery longer.

His other injuries weren't nearly as severe, a blaster shot here and there. The sniper's wound had been relatively minor, fortunately, and was easy to seal. He was well enough to get up and stand on his own, he just needed to get the remaining limb reattached to his shoulder.

All in all, he actually welcomed the quiet that came from being in a medbay for a few days. He could distract himself fairly easily with a datapad(there's plenty of data to log after this incident), since his communicator was attacked to his other arm, or stretch his joints where necessary.

[whatbedsidemanners]

Prowl was, by far, Red Alert's more cooperative patient, something she greatly appreciated. His reward for his good behaviour was that she was slightly more gentle with him than she was with anyone else. After doing another round, she returned and did a scan to see how the arm wound was coming along.

"There doesn't seem to be any complications with the wound, I should have another arm ready for you in a mega cycle or so."

[fun_police]

Prowl watched her examine the shoulder joint, doing what we could to not obstruct whatever scanning process she had in mind.

He'd never formally gotten familiarized this medic in particular, but her work ethic and no-nonsense attitude was already a plus in his book.

"Good to hear. There is still unfinished business to take care of back at headquarters."

[whatbedsidemanners]

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't leave the medical bay until your arm is replaced."

She said coolly, straightening up after doing the scan so she could examine the data on her data pad. As far as losing limbs went, Prowl's case wasn't anything special. She was, however, faintly fascinated with how different Prowl was from the bots from her universe. Not that she hadn't treated others like him before, but so far she hadn't had a chance to thoroughly study them.

"Considering who you went up against, I'm glad that losing an arm was the worst of it."

[fun_police]

"Of course. I don't intend on living the rest of my life one-armed."

A little sass, but it was basically his way of saying 'don't worry, I'm not going to jump out a window'. Her curiosity was a non issue as long as she did her job.

[arnhaid]

Ironhide wasn't all that badly damaged, by comparison. Minor injuries weren't much, far as his frame was concerned, so he hadn't bothered getting them looked at yet -- not while others needed attention a lot more than he did.

Like a certain law enforcement officer.

He was why Ironhide still stuck around. The soldier poked his head into the room on occasion, just to check. Then went back to skulking in the hallway. He wasn't really one to blend in anywhere, but. Hey. Points for trying, right?

There's a lot he wants to say, but, after the way the fight went down, it's probably not the best time. So he just sort of lurks, leaning against the wall of the room Prowl's been in, when he figures the other Autobot isn't paying attention.

... or a lot of attention, anyway.

[fun_police]

Peeking at Prowl's activities in a medical berth was about as boring as one would expect. It was only marginally more interesting than a day at his office, largely because he wasn't often at the receiving end of a battle. It's been a while since his frame sported the battle-damaged look.

Prowl was preoccupied with his log(how the hell did he get that in there?) and didn't pay much attention to Ironhide as he peeked inside. He was aware of his surroundings, of course. He'd just figured Ironhide would talk to him if he had anything to say.

There was only so much fidgeting he could take, however, and the datapad drops into his lap as he looks up,"You've been pacing around like an anxious turbofox."

[arnhaid]

He looked almost guilty, when the other bot spoke up. One hand reached up, rubbing at the scrapes along the back of his neck. The other stayed back behind himself as he stepped fully inside.

"Didn't think it was anything as graceful as that."

Because seriously, Ironhide and Graceful didn't belong in the same paragraph. Still, he'd been caught, so he might as well -- he took a few more steps forward, holding out a box in the direction of Prowl's remaining arm. The other side looked nasty as anything, but so long as it was nothing dire, there really wasn't a reason to keep fidgeting around.

"Here. Found this on the way over. Think someone left you a 'get well' present."

... it was only half-teasing, sadly enough. He waggled the box once or twice before offering, with complete and utter seeming of seriousness:

"Need a hand?"

Ironhide no. You didn't--

[fun_police]

"I didn't expect anything witty to come out of you, Ironhide."

Prowl's glad to see you, buddy. Really.

He calmly reaches for the box, sitting it over his datapad before getting to opening it with one hand. Took a tad longer than usual, but soon enough the cover peels away to reveal...

[arnhaid]

"C'mon. I'm not all punch, no processing."

He's smirking a little, though, considerably more at ease than when he first marched into the room. No, he wasn't concerned at all. He cranes his neck, attempting to see into the box as Prowl gets it open.

... Inside is a "#1 DETECTIVE" mug big enough for a Cybertronian, as well as a "Best Friends" photoframe... but the picture inside the frame is only of Prowl.

Ironhide blinks.

"Wow. That's uh. That's worse than a bad pun."

Sorry buddy.