[I'm horrible, take 2] [open~]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

WHO: Ambulon, SG Ratchet; open woooo~
WHERE: Initially safe room where Ambulon's catatonic body was being kept; later, Solus's medbay
WHEN: A week after Ambulon went kaput.
WHAT: The good doctor wakes up from his canon update in copious amounts of pain. Fortunately for him, SG Ratchet is there to take him to the medbay! Second thread is for visitation with a very doped up leg; posted after Ratchet's response so chronologically fits. Feel free to badger him!
WARNINGS: Given Ambulon's state and the involvement of SG Ratchet, I'd say yeah. I don't think it'll get very gory, though.

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If there is a way to describe the pain, it is much like having a hang-over. Fifty. At once. And falling down endless stairs. But you finally land, and you land in a fun pit of needles, spikes, and Legos. And as you crawl out, the guy you hate most in the world is there to kick you in the face. Even then, the pain is... indescribable.

When Ambulon woke, he could not remember what happened before his collapse, and just how he got to this room. But he remembers--oh, how he remembers--what transpired back in his world. Where he went back. Completely having forgotten all about this place. He remembers the Red Rust and the Lost Light and Luna-1 and Pharma? Alive? and then a chainsaw--a Goddamn chainsaw--splitting him in half. Lengthwise. And Pharma was the one to do it; the Pharma who had apparently survived and gone apeshit bananas.

Ambulon remembers that very moment when things got dark; when everything just... switched off. Cease to... be. And then...

Well, here he was. And he was in pain. Ambulon was whole and very much alive, but the pain of a chainsaw ripping through his system lingered, and it hurt too much to think, it hurt too much to talk, and panic was threatening to--no pun intended--rip him apart. But Ambulon had to get a hold of himself--at least a little, at least enough to punch in this SOS to the medical team. It's a huge feat for someone who is figuratively falling apart from the seams head to toe. Actually, it's more instinctive, mechanical.

Comments

[letmefixyou]

As predicted, breaking out of the prison was easy as fuck. Ratchet was almost concerned about lack of resistance, but chalked it up to the police force being incompetent assholes and also himself being super amazing and skilled at everything. Though, just walking out and not killing any of the guards was a bit of a downer. He didn't want to push his luck and go find the commissioner and break his neck, after all.

He went to Ambulon's new room, first of all. There was a guaranteed body in there and Ratchet figured if he gets ambushed again, he can use Ambulon to his advantage. You know, the usual "take a step closer and I'll cut his head off" bullshit.

...Just decided he's gonna take Ambulon's headpiece. As much as he'd like to take a bit more, like a leg, he doesn't have time. Should probably get this dumbass to the medbay before he dies! They're both medics, after all.

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

[Ambulon didn't hear Ratchet enter the room, not immediately. But as the footfalls grew closer. He managed to lift his head, though it was so heavy, and it hurt so much. He could only squint, and even then, he couldn't see much. In fact, he recognized the general outline, but the colors...]

Phar... [But the lack of wings puts Ambulon at ease. So it must be...]

R-Ratchet? [Ambulon sounds very hoarse, grabbing at his helm.] Did you-- You're not-- d-did you get... pulled here... too?

[letmefixyou]

[he frowns slightly then realises what he means.]

Of course. I'm going to take you to the medbay.

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

[Ambulon rubs his face--hard. Enough to dent one corner of his chevron.] Is... Is Pharma--is he s-still here? [Nonetheless, he puts his support against Ratchet, though a part of him is still wary.]

[letmefixyou]

[ratchet gently pulls ambulon's hand off the headcrest. don't damage it, asshole, he's taking that shit. then hoists his arm over one shoulder.

considering he's twice the size of the ratchet ambulon is used to, he might start to notice something's off.]

Unfortunately. I won't let that mad man near you, don't worry.

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

[His head hurts, you asshole, he can't help it. But he doesn't fight back when his hand's pulled away, either. And, yeah, sure, there's some... suspicion. But given the circumstances, Ambulon is still under the impression you're his Ratchet.]

He is-- You need to--to warn the others. [Ambulon latches to Ratchet's arm, squeezes it tightly, desperately.] I know my--my word isn't enough, but he's-- You need to tell t-the others.

[letmefixyou]

[good, good.]

Of course I will. We can't let maniacs run around hurting people.

[HAHA THE IRONY.

alright let's get you to the medbay. he'll tear your headcrest off just before he drops you off.]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

[Ambulon just... clings to him. God, he hurts like a bitch. Everything hurts, but from what he can tell, there are no visible wounds. Dammit.] A-After. Drop me off. Do it.

[letmefixyou]

[yes, dear that's nice.

oh look at that, they're almost there.] Of course, of course.

[ratchet leans ambulon against the wall near the medbay door. BRACE TO GET YOUR HEADCREST RIPPED OFF.]

medbay shenanigans pls keep the noise down

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

When Ambulon next woke, a majority of that mind-destroying pain was gone. He still felt sore, but... At least he wasn't literally going blind from the intense pain. But for a few minutes, he lied there... This was a medbay. He didn't know which one--he wasn't sure if he was on the Lost Light or this alternate Cybertron. He wasn't very sure of anything... right now, at least.

Because there was much to remember, and much to tell. But whatever was making Ambulon feel like he was soaring in marshmallow skies sort of kept him from thinking straight. Focus was to stay put, heal, let himself repair. All of Ambulon wanted to check his body, see if he was in one piece, but... so tired. Too much effort. Laying here, staring at the ceiling, thinking of nothing, that was... a bit better.

/YELLS

[invisiblepinkboat]

She'd come when there'd been some indication Ambulon was waking up, but even so, he didn't look exactly... all there. Which might have more to do with the painkillers than anything else.

"If I ask you how aware you are right now, what would you say?" Hopefully she's made enough noise in approaching she won't scare him out of his chassis as she settles down beside the slab, but she'll be able to catch him at least if she didn't?

Oh, and never mind the slightly rough pitch of her voice - she's not sure what it is but it's probably harmless since the medics haven't found anything...

SOB ELITA NO

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

It takes Ambulon a moment to completely process the fact Elita is there beside him, but... After a good thirty seconds, he looks up, his expression very blank. "It'd be redundant to ask, I'd reply," he said, voice hoarse.

And, well, even a little off his game, Ambulon does sense that rough edge. "... Dunno. Phantom pains. I'm not sure." He was, but... He wasn't sure if this was a result of the, you know, chainsaw going through his body and him returning with only the sensations, or something more psychological.

WAKE UP WAKE UP /bangs pots and pans

[invisiblepinkboat]

"Are you sure about that, Am?" She smiles briefly and reaches out to squeeze his shoulder, shaking her helm. Considering the time it took for him to pick up on the fact that she was there, she's not sure how redundant that question really was.

But she's teasing, really.

"Phantom pains?" At that, her optics flicker a little and she looks down his chassis, but... well, all his pieces except... one thing. When did he loose that? "Something to do with the recharge?"

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon can't help but flinch, just barely, at the touch. He can hardly feel it, but there's that anxiety returning. It's like before, with Tarn, when the idea of anyone coming too close made him uneasy and nervous. And if he wasn't so drugged out of his mind, he'd feel awful for grimacing at Elita, of all people.

"N-No, it..." Ambulon glances around the room. He sighs and shutters his optics. "I went home. And I was killed. By Pharma." It takes him a minute. "Cut. In half. With a chainsaw."

[invisiblepinkboat]

She's good at picking up details, and the grimace is harder to miss than the flinch, but either way she notices both and sets her hand down on the berth instead. Still close, just not... touching.

"That's..." she sighs, and doesn't flinch or move. "An unpleasant way to die. And that means Pharma isn't safe." her optics narrows, because regardless of if Pharma remembers doing it, he's obviously not a safe option either way.

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon sighs. He kinda regrets telling her the entire chainsaw bit, but out of all the people here on Cybertron, Elita is the one he trusts most.

"No," he swallows. "I knew... I knew something was. Off. When he came back." And for a moment he drifts before snapping out of his daze. "The others must be warned. Because I asked... The last person I asked didn't--didn't do it, suffice to say." Turned out to be the evil Ratchet and stole his chevron, that asshole.

[invisiblepinkboat]

She'd rather know than not, and is certainly happy he feels he can tell her. It's not as if she hasn't heard of, or seen, some gruesome things. It's just more unpleasant since she considers Ambulon a close friend.

"We'll make sure people know, one way or another..." Pause. She's not sure if she ought to ask now or later, but... "Ambulon. What happened to... your crest?" Because so far no one has really lost anything from going into recharge and remembering/whatever it is what has happened back home.

HELLO

[organ_pharming]

It may take a few moments because Pharma is being absolutely silent except for an occasional muttered 'hm', but Ambulon will eventually notice a familiar jet medic lingering nearby with a chart in hand.

"Very interesting," he comments, keying the next page button with a faint smile. "I've always wanted to explore the inside of you like this. It's a pity you won't let me open you up anymore."

WHO LET YOU IN

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Oh. Well. See, now, the drugs were... pretty potent. Ambulon can barely feel a thing, and sloshing together sentences is a bit of a chore right now, but... Seeing Pharma is enough to nearly jolt him from his slab; in the end, it's more of a spasm, and he curses at the jab of pain that managed to slip through the numbness.

"Y-You," and Pharma had probably never seen Ambulon look so furious and full of contempt, even drugged up, "you..." Again, formulating words is already difficult as is under the effects of the painkillers, but his shock and horror and rage also renders him a bit speechless, too.

/fashionably late

[deadlydoctor]

Wakey Wakey, sleeping beauty. I saw you move, I know you are conscious.

[He was near after all, with a box in his hands filled with cleaners and different types of paint. He's been repainting Sentinel after the man showed up looking like a gray zombie.]

i am always late and not even fashionably just kinda sadly pathetic late

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

[Ambulon kinda ignores Knock Out. No offense, but he's sort of not in the mood or mindset for your sass, KO. But... When he finally opens his optics, the first thing he does see is the box. And it... It kind of makes him a little uncomfortable.]

What. What's in... the box.

I enver mind, don't worry

[deadlydoctor]

[No one is ever in the mood for his sass. All that sarcasm potential, always wasted too. What is he going to do with you all? Keep mocking you, most likely.]

What do you think? [Knock Out shakes it so the familiar sound of canes is unmistakeable.] Paint, of course, Sentinel needed a make over.

[He holds the box in one hand while the other moves to his hip.] Are you still feeling dizzy? You lost quite a lot or fuel.

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

[Well, that's true. Sorry, KO.]

Not dizzy, so much. Not if I stay still, really. [He frowns, a little.] Repaint me what? [How does he know that's not pink paint? How does he know you're not hiding a Hello Kitty decal on your person somewhere?]

[deadlydoctor]

[/Cries himself to sleep.]

Then don't move. [Knock Out rolls his eyes.] I repainted Sentinel because he was all grey but I should repaint your everything.

[Please, a hello kitty, really?


Dora the explorer is so much more trendy right now.]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

[NO.]

What--what colors. I can't really. Tell. What colors you have. Because so long as this isn't some obnoxious prank, fine. [He sighs.] Actually, even if it is, I could care less right now, so do... whatever.

[deadlydoctor]

[Learn to have some fun.]

Please would I prank you when you are in this vulnerable state? [A pause.] ....okay I would. But today I won't.

However, I'm going to fix your awful finish once and forever. Don't go anywhere while I mix the gold and orange in the spray paint gun. [Ha ha as if you could leave.]