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Over doing it; Closed for swerve
Topic Started: 17 Apr 2016, 06:55 PM (167 Views)
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Swerve listened with curious delight as First Aid described the previous accidents. The grin on his face grew a bit more with each retold story. He had to stifle a snicker here and there, though he knew he really shouldn't laugh. To be fair, how could he not laugh? No one had gotten seriously hurt, and it was kind of funny.

The more First Aid went on, Swerve couldn't help but wonder who the mystery patients were. Of course he knew First Aid would never tell him, though, even if he asked in the nicest way he could muster. Oh well, just the possibilities of who it could be were entertaining enough for Swerve. He could always poke and pry later on, ask around the bar, that kind of thing. No harm in some minor sleuthing.

"Yikes, I'd rather lose a leg than have to end up in the medbay for something like that, no offense to the patients." Swerve couldn't help but chuckle again, and mumbled a quiet thanks as the medic handed him another cube.

Bar stories? Oh, he had a ton. There was always something story-worthy going on at the bar, though admittedly most were just run-of-the-mill bar fights. Occasionally, though, something would happen that would really stick out. The minibot took a quick sip from the cube in his hands as he thought about which stories to tell. He smiled again and swallowed as he settled on a couple favorites of his.

"Well," He started. "There was one time where Riptide stuck a straw under his neck cables, to see if he could do it, you know? And he actually did do it, but he'd used one of those hard plastic straws, it didn't have any give. When he tried to take it back out, the tension from the neck cables kept the straw where it was and it just wouldn't come out. I mean that straw was stuck." He laughed again, feeling less bad.

"We managed to get it out at the end, but we'd had to get Tailgate to come down and do it. Oh! And there was this other guy who was way out of it, just totally drunk off his ass, right? Well, he'd gotten into some kind of squabble with his drinking buddy, and he got up to flip the table they were sitting at," Another brief laugh. "And he must have forgot that the tables are bolted to the floor for that exact reason, because he put everything he had into trying to flip it, but his hands came flying off the table and he fell and hit his head off the bench behind him. He was okay, but it was just hilarious, everybody laughed."

Swerve took a moment to take another sip from the cube and wondered if he should really tell the next story. What the hell, First Aid was a medic, surely he'd heard of (seen, even) worse, the story shouldn't affect him too bad.

"Okay, so, don't freak out too much at this next one," Swerve started, and the smile on his face seemed to fade slightly. "But about a month or so ago, there was a bar fight. It started normally enough, seemed normal enough. Ten was headed over to break it up, but then one of the bots involved just grabs a shot glass and, I kid you not, just scoops out the other bot's eye with it. Some mechs started screaming, others just sat there drinking. A couple others were hooting and hollering, trying to instigate the fight further. Anyway, Ten grabbed the bot with the shot glass and threw them into the hall like a torpedo, and some guy suddenly piped up and said 'Hey, I got their eye!' And it was just chaos."

Swerve shook his head a bit as he took another sip from the cube, pausing to glance at First Aid before quickly adding on.

"Oh, but don't worry, we put it back in! They've still got that good 20/20 vision. ... I think." To his knowledge, Swerve was pretty sure the bot who'd gotten their eye scooped out had never actually gone to the medbay afterwards. Though he could have been wrong, he still didn't want First Aid to panic too much if this had been his first time hearing about it.
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“I’m not sure I’d rather lose a leg or arm than come into the medbay for an emergency surgery for item removal. I mean, uh, I’ve personally seen so many “embarrassing” situations here I’ve become rather numb to a lot of these sorts of things. That and, to be honest, it’s only a matter of time before it happens to me as well. ‘Happens to everyone at least once’, am i right?”

It applied to many things, really, busted fingers to accidental poisoning. Some cases were just more, extreme than others.

Typically telling First Aid not to freak out didn’t do much to ease him, it typically did the opposite and made him more nervous. Just the suspense of not knowing what he wasn’t supposed to freak out over would make him a bit apprehensive in its own. And then Swerve continued his story, much to Aid’s almost immediate horror. He told Swerve he wouldn’t freak out and, Primus, was he doing a good job at acting like everything was going to be okay.

“N-No, I hadn’t heard that story… I… uh…”

He needed a moment to process everything.

“He never came down to the bay, unless this was before I had returned. Though I also haven’t seen anything in Lottie’s medical journals that reports this incident… And you are certain that you don’t know who it is?”

This was distressing, but First Aid remained with a smile on his face, soft tone of voice, patting Swerve’s hand none the less. A little rattled, but he’d swallow down that immediate anxiety in no time. This was weeks if not months ago, right? Hopefully… Hopefully all was as Swerve told, hopefully his optic was in tact and replaced without losing its functionality. Aid really doubted it, but what could he really do?

“”I think I’m all good on bar stories. Very good, in fact. Lets talk about you instead.”

Yeah. Changing gears was good.

“I’d really like to learn more about you, if you don’t mind me being so invasive.”
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Swerve quickly realized that maybe that last story hadn't been the best idea, but nonetheless put on his best 'everything's fine' smile and hoped for the best.

"I actually never got their name, but they do still pop into the bar from time to time and they seem pretty okay, so I'm sure they're fine!"

That was only partially true, considering that Swerve noticed their eye flicker from time to time, but he decided to keep that detail out. First Aid was no doubt already distressed enough about the situation, even if he still looked and sounded calm, and Swerve didn't want to make it any worse. He could always tell First Aid the truth later on. Or maybe just twist it a little so it didn't seem like Swerve was withholding the truth from the start. 'Excuse me, so-and-so's eye has started flickering, I think I may have misjudged the situation.' That'd be good, right? Well, Swerve would certainly cross that bridge when he came to it. Possibly even burn it.

The minibot was snapped out of his train of thought when First Aid mentioned talking about Swerve himself. Swerve could talk about a lot of things for hours and hours on end, but himself? Not so much. Even just thinking about it made him hesitate briefly before answering.

"Oh, uh, me? Well I don't mind, but uh, did you have anything specific you wanted to hear about?" Talking about himself wasn't actually something that Swerve had a lot of experience in to begin with, least of all when the inquirer was genuinely interested.
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“Well, I-I’ll have to take your word on their condition. However, should something happen, do send them my way? Please?” He gave a soft squeeze of Swerve’s hand to punctuate the sentence. He wouldn’t ask any questions or tell anyone off, safety was more or less his top concern at most times.

“Well maybe you could start with telling me how you got on the ship? You guys forget, I was an unexpected add-on to the crew. I really was at Ratchet’s side and so was Ambulon, we really weren’t ever supposed to be here. I mean, I’m blessed to be here, but it makes me wonder how everyone else managed to get on board.”

While one hand continued to mitten hold Swerve’s hand, the other reached up to absently pet at one of his shoulder tires. While stroking one of his cheeks was easier to reach, First Aid was more curious to occupy a hand with the bulky tire.
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"Uh, well, there's not much to tell really," Swerve admitted, "I joined the crew the day the ship first took off back on Cybertron. I needed a change of pace. Something to actually do, you know? There wasn't anything left for me back there."

Swerve wasn't sure he had it in him to say so out loud just yet, but in truth he just wanted to be apart of something important again. Do something important. What point was there to stay on a planet that attacked you, surrounded by people who couldn't stand each other? Not much of a point, the minibot knew that much.

Before he could really even get himself riled up, though, Swerve found himself calmed at First Aid's hand on his shoulder tire. He always did enjoy the occasional friendly shoulder pat, or even just having someone's hand linger on one of them, it helped him feel grounded. Acknowledged. All those good things. It was being grabbed by both shoulders or getting picked up by them that he hated. Not that it hurt, it was just an inconvenience and a little embarrassing to be picked up and toted around like a football.

"Yeah, there just.. Wasn't any good enough reason to stay on Cybertron, really," Swerve gave a small shrug before continuing. "I didn't feel like sticking around on a planet that tries to eat its natives like a spiteful amoeba." He accentuated the last point by wiggling the fingers of his free hand and gave a halfhearted grin.
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First Aid gave a nod of acknowledgment, listening to each word. He felt similar as well, not all too sure where he had fit in on this crazy universe. At this point him stroking one tire and holding swerve's hand was half for his own comfort, not the minibots.

"That's entirely relatable. I felt like that when I was stationed at Delphi. Things got real slow there. Painfully slow and you just ended up thinking. Over thinking. Next think you know you're being swamped with emergency surgeries and you need to be able to delicate your time and skill accordingly and by time it's all over, all you can do is question of what you've been doing is worth it."

It was clear aid felt far different for his patients on the list light. Not that he didn't love his Delphi patients, that love was easily hidden beneath a layer of self hatred. It was easier to pretend to be okay stationed here where all he'd have to do is mend fingers. No worries of cosmic rust, no threats of the DJD trying to steal transformation cogs.

It left him feeling exhausted. Giving swerve a nudge to shimmy over, First Aid climbed up onto the berth and hugged swerve close, resting the minibot to his body. Sending a soft pulse through his field, aid wanted to assure swerve that he was in safe hands.

"I think you've found a better place to call your home, as have I."
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