All Medics on Deck

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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.

Comments

[prettyfly4adinobot]

The only reason that Swoop is still here - aside from the pain - is that he managed to shift back to robot mode when he was being airlifted to the medbay. No wings means no attempting to fly out. He is definitely not in good enough shape to walk out. He's just been here, napping on and off since his gut wound was mostly dealt with.

Being shot with a cannon is not fun in any capacity.

At the moment though Swoop is awake, looking around to see what he can see. Maybe he can get a little information while he's at it; he wasn't entirely conscious of things during the fight after his injury.

[glacius_passio]

Leviathan really, really hates being stuck in the medbay, but even she's willing to capitulate when the shrapnel wounds she suffered practically tore her torso open.

But just because she's agreed it's better for her to stay in the medbay didn't necessarily mean she wanted to stay on a berth all day, so once she's sure all the medics are busy she's slipping away to wander around the medbay, trying to stay out from underfoot.

[ichooseboth]

After transporting the injured away from the battle in his trailer, Optimus had readily admitted himself to the medbay along with everyone else. The fight with Tarn had been fierce, and being subjected to the Decepticon's vocal spark manipulation abilities...

Well. That was a new thing to add to the Prime's (distressingly long) list of 'Most Unpleasant Experiences Ever'.

He still ached, and the idea of dragging his damaged frame out of the berth became more daunting the longer he lay there, exhaustion creeping in now that the danger had passed. So skipping out of the medbay and away from the medics was the last thing on his mind.

[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.

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Well, back to work. Ambulon was... sort of missing it. Actually, no, he missed it a lot. Work was a great distraction; it was also an unhealthy way of keeping oneself busy so you can't focus on or deal with your problems. But he was a doctor, not a therapist, so... whatever. They were the worst patients anyway.

Ambulon had tried his best to help those who returned, wounded, dying. In the end, he wasn't much of a help, he believed. There were reasons, some obvious, some not; exhaustion was a major problem, and he knew that, but... Here he was. Back to work. Running on spare batteries and doing whatever he could not to think about it.

[adamndoctor]

McCoy sighed as he finally took a break from work. Not many human patients, for which he was grateful, but with his limited knowledge on Cybertronian medicine, he wasn't much of a help either. And being useless as a doctor frustrated him to no end.

Ah, well. He was off the clock now and there was a small bottle of vodka with his name on it shoved beneath a sink.