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| Tweet Topic Started: 25 Apr 2016, 01:39 PM (74 Views) | |
| Jumpercablebabe | 25 Apr 2016, 01:39 PM Post #1 |
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The medbay was eerily silent. As it should be at 2am. While it wasn't, well, abnormally silent it was just quiet enough to send the little medic into a state of unease. It had been another bad dream only this time it was coupled by the painful pulses in his spark. Being apart from his gestalt was getting harder and harder this week, the more and more he had placed distance from his friends and coworkers. It hasn't been an accident when he had scheduled him and Lottie to have no overlaps in their shifts. He just didn't want to work with anyone for a little while, no offense to her. It was for the same reason he insisted in working the graveyard shift, because patients were less likely. The root of tonight's problem was this specific bad dream. His felt cold, drained, lifeless. A loud ringing in his head, only the ringing was soon morphed into the sound of a saw cutting straight through metal. That ungodly grinding. It made the already existing ache in his helm throb further, his tank giving an unforgiving flip. There was no use trying to hide the absolute distress in his EM field. He was alone, by his choice. Nobody was going to just happen to stumble on in so late and hold his hand. He wasn't even sure if he could deal with that sort of spontaneous comfort right now. It was sickening. Angrily his chest throbbed, reaching out for something that wasn't even there to grab. The pangs were getting more intense and First Aid had decided that, well, maybe he should seek out some form of help. Silent help. Carefully he hoisted himself onto his pronged pedes. The simple scrape against the metal flooring made him double over in agony, the sound cutting straight through him. Muffling a sob, Aid was determined not to show any sign of weakness. No matter how badly he wanted to cry and sob, he wouldn't give this ghost of Pharma the pleasure. Surly the old crotchety medic was haunting him. Aid shot him in the face, it only seemed right. Though he did have his spark untouched when Aid had shot him... The thought that Pharma was still crawling around out there, it was all too real of a possibility. Doubled over the berth, face pressed to the surface while he was on his knees, Aid knew he had the physical strength to get up but not really the mental capacity to make it so. He'd waited for about an hour, tortured by his nightmare. Thoughts of Pharma coming back, what Pharma had done to Ambulon, how First Aid had been powerless to save him. He needed to call for help, even just to help pull him back up into bed and watch over him till morning. He hated feeling weak, but he needed to stop pulling away. Slowly he went through his list of contacts. Tailgate was out. The mini was a little too strong, besides, there was a chance that Cyclonus would follow. Aid was already having problems with one mech seeing him like this, let alone two. Swerve was out, he'd never be physically able to help Aid back onto the berth. Rodimus was his next call, and he would have done it had he, well, not been having some conflicting feelings for the captain. Nothing bad, no, but... He didn't want to deal with the possible guilt of waking up the ships captain because he had been feeling sad. Yeah, Rodimus would have comforted him, probably a little too good, but Aid didn't want to talk about this with Rodimus. Not yet. They'd have their time, oh absolutely. Brainstorm. Brainstorm could help him up, and typically the scientist could read the air when and when not to speak. If anyone could deal with loss of a loved one and truly, truly relate, it was him. ::Brainstorm...:: he swallowed thickly, even in his head his voice sounded miserable and on the verge of tears. ::Brainstorm are you awake?:: |
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| Deleted User | 25 Apr 2016, 03:09 PM Post #2 |
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Brainstorm further buried his face in his data pad. Ugh, he'd been watching tutorials all night. Would he ever successfully construct a sniper rifle? Probably not, but they were fun to watch, fun and addictive. Brainstorm paused when he recieved a late night comm from First Aid, he tapped into the line with a smile. He did enjoy late night chatter, he could only guess how many nights First Aid spent sitting around the medibay on the night shift. Brainstorm's expression fell when he recieved the comm. Already standing and moving to the exit. The data pad still playing the proper cleaning and standard gun maintenance video he was nearly a half an hour into. ::I'm awake. You're in the medibay? Right?:: That tone of voice First Aid had was unfortunately a familiar one. Brainstorm was expecting, or more so hoping that First Aid wouldn't be too afraid to contact him when he needed the support. Brainstorm wasn't in very good practice when it came too consoling his friends, that didn't mean he didn't care, or worry, or try. Brainstorm paced himself, attempting to keep the haste out of his step, he felt sluggish after sitting there for as long as he had. ::I'm on my way.:: Hopefully it was just a bad dream, Brainstorm had feared worse with some of his friends. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 25 Apr 2016, 07:23 PM Post #3 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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His helm was throbbing. It was a bit of an understatement, as it pulsed and throbbed violently with every ringing noise vibrating through his head. His processor was looping, trying to fill the silence of the medbay. That had to be it, some old trauma peaking out and rearing its head. Triggered by his nightmare. Yeah, that’s it. Least that was how the medic was going to comfort himself, assure himself that was what was wrong. Primus it hurt. The only similar experience he could compare it to would be the deafening crack and buzz of a photon blast at close range. He had those nightmares a while back in the past. Now they were replaced with something nothing less real, only more fresh in his memory. Minutes felt like hours as he waited, knees locked in place. His body felt heavy and yet limp like a ragdoll. Recharge had not been kind to him, not in the least. Before he knew it Aid was doing his best to override his optics, feeling fluid flow freely and clog his visor. Deciding to turn them offline and spare himself the physical strain, Aid choked on another sob. Why was Pharma doing this to him? Or better, why was he letting himself let Pharma had this kind of power over him? It just wasn’t fair, it was anything but fair. Pharma already had made his life a hell at Delphi, sliced his flame in two, what more could he possibly take? Better yet, why had Pharma not killed him right then and there, made it fair, not separate him and Ambulon. Fair wasn’t how the mech operated. No, he was anything but fair. Hopefully Brainstorm wouldn’t think much of him for crying like this, found half on the recharg slab like a pitiful sparkling. |
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| Deleted User | 25 Apr 2016, 08:06 PM Post #4 |
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Brainstorm rubbed a servo over his optics as he turned another corner, trying his best to wake up a little. It worked, briskly walking down the hallway was also serving to wake him up. Really though, it was the concern, he was worried and could feel his spark pulsing faster with it. He barely stalled upon entering the medibay, it was a little jarring to not see anybody, the clean empty room was a lot darker than it generally was. Brainstorm peaked into the first two private rooms before he'd finally found First Aid. Then he found himself panicking, First Aid's optics were dark, unlit, for a moment it felt like such a lifeless scene. The engineer had opened the door and entered almost as quick as he'd had a concerned servo righting First Aid's position. He hoped he hadn't spooked the medic with the sudden movements. "Hey, hey." Brainstorm mumbled, softly, too afraid to shake the medic. His servos fluttered, unsure of where he shoulder help. He settled for pressing a servo to the medics chest. It was relieving to feel life. He tried his best to show that relief in his em field, he was sure there was uncertainty there too. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 26 Apr 2016, 07:15 AM Post #5 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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Brainstorm was a literal angel, First Aid had decided, especially when the other rushed to get him back up onto the berth. His legs would be stiff from locking up into such an uncomfortable position but now was no time to fuss over that. No. He had more pressing concerns, like the lurching feeling in his tanks. All the sudden movement really left his insides sloshing, churning, a heavy pressure. Though he did his best to will away any sensation of purging. Besides, Brainstorm would want to keep his pedes clean, right? Rattling and emitting a soft sob, First Aid activated his optics, letting them rest on their lowest setting. Optic fluid gushed from beneath the visor down his face, gravity helping to pull it all down and away. He was an absolute mess. "I-I'm so sorry I.. I tried to get up and I fell... It hurts so badly, do you hear it? Please tell me you hear it..." The sickening sound of metal being crushed and sliced was all in his head, processor stuck looping. It wasn't the first time he had been stuck in a loop, but usually he just ended up asking the same question over and over and over and over and over. And that was an understatement. But to have this, this noise, buzzing through his helm on loop, he was almost convulsing at the pain. The fear. He needed to calm down, let his processor ease out and cut the loop. Rest typically fixed these things. Something he hadn't been getting. |
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| Deleted User | 26 Apr 2016, 09:41 AM Post #6 |
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"How can I help?" He didn't want to further push or upset First Aid, and while he'd had some experience with First Aid being upset he'd never seen it so bad. Brainstorm hoped he didn't sound quite as afraid as he felt. "Listen to me alright? It's okay, it's alright." Well, not nearly as comforting as he was trying to be. Brainstorm strained to hear something, whatever First Aid was talking about. The medibay was as eerily silent as ever. He hovered close, but not so close that First Aid felt crowded. The overwhelming need to just lift First Aid right off of the berth and carry him to somewhere not the medibay was almost too much to ignore. He knew better, startling First Aid wasn't going to help him calm down any. Where could he take him anyway? Where would feel safe? Not his lab, and Brainstorm hadn't the slightest clue where Aid's habsuite was. His own habsuite wasn't very big, and it was cluttered. Brainstorm settled for wiping away the streaks on the medics mask. Small steps first. The steady pulse under his other servo was rapid, Brainstorm rubbed a soothing motion against the plating. "You have to calm down, okay?" |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 27 Apr 2016, 09:33 PM Post #7 |
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Slowly FirstAid began to physically calm down. He was still tense as ever, what was loud sawing soon dulled to a buzz deep in the back of his processor. Still, while he was no longer physically rattling he couldn’t help but still feel rattled from the whole dream. Pharma was still out there. He may have shot him in the face, but that meant very little. There was no comfort in him losing his cool, he should have done more. Had he done enough, too much? It was all too much to think about. He tilted his helm into Brainstorm’s servo, the gentle brushes of his digits freeing the trapped optic fluid from beneath his visor was a comfort. The most comfort he could get right now. Primus. He was a mess, it was starting to fill him with embarrassment. “B-Brainy, I’m so sorry.” Again with the flood of apologies. Ordinarily First Aid would smother him with an apologetic Em field, instead he had his field pulled and tucked close. Brainy wasn’t going to get any sort of a read from there had he pressed his own further. “Thank you for coming so fast… I, I panicked…” |
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| Deleted User | 28 Apr 2016, 03:07 AM Post #8 |
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The medibay wasn't doing Brainstorm or First Aid any favors, and it was still early enough into the recharge cycle that First Aid could get some more sleep. Right, first things first then, relocation. "Don't mention it." Brainstorm flashed a smile, well, with his optics. He was pretty sure First Aid would pick up on it as long as his visor wasn't too clouded from crying. Brainstorm pressed out his em field to present his resolve, even if First Aid was tucked in close to himself, he'd be a little less surprised with Brainstorm's em comfortably within range. The engineer lifted First Aid right up off of the berth, he was heavier than Brainstorm had expected, but ground frames were more compact than air frames. Nothing he couldn't tote around though. Brainstorm minded the edges of the doorway while he exited the room, carefully slipping by catty corner into the medibay itself. It was silent, still as eery as before, even with the hum and whirring of life in his arms. Brainstorm hefted up First Aid's weight to resituate the medic into a more comfortable resting postion. "My hab or yours?" Either would do, Brainstorm would have to clear a few data pads out of the way, or at least to his knowledge he would. It's been some time since he last spent a night in his own hab. It was probably alright. He wasn't sure how First Aid kept his own hab. Aid had mentioned that he hardly ever slept in his hab, but with medic roots Brainstorm could only guess this Aid's hab was probably clean enoug for the medic to be comfortable there. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 28 Apr 2016, 01:06 PM Post #9 |
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"Uh, either hab is fine. I have... I don't have furniture though, outside of the mandatory berth, so if you don't mind sitting there with me it could be fine." He wasn't really in a position to be picky, more or less just needing an escape from the silence of the medbay and the smell of energon fusion lines and cleaning solvents. For awhile he had gone scent blind, but the recent stir in his processor begged to differ. It was comforting to be carried. That he had to admit. "I haven't been carried since ratchet, before ratchet was on the ship, he fixed me up once before. I wonder if this is how it feels when I carry bots..." He hoped he felt half this comforting, though while he trusted Brainstorm not to drop him he did let one hand rest up on the scientists chest while the other tucked under his chin, letting his optics offline for the duration of the trip. It hurt too much to have them on with the hallway lighting. "You're a good friend, brainstorm." |
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| Deleted User | 28 Apr 2016, 03:32 PM Post #10 |
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Right, First Aid's hab then. Brainstorm set a quick pace down the hallway. Quick enough that it wouldn't take so long that the occasional straggler would see them but not so fast that First Aid was uncomfortable. Brainstorm hadn't carried anyone in a while, or been carried. That would probably be uncomfortable for whoever tried to carry him, he was all elbows. First Aid on the other hand was a little boxier, smooth edges and rounded corners. Perfect for carrying. A good friend huh? It was weird to hear it said out loud, Brainstorm knew they were friends, it wasn't common that another called themselves his friend though. It took time to get past his mannerisms and his attitude, his humor that bordered cruel on occasion. He never meant it, and if he looked a little deeper he knew most of it was just a ruse to throw some dirt over how insecure he could be. Not that First Aid had any problems knocking over all those carefully constructed walls. There was something about First Aid, something very disarming. "Oh, which way to your habsuite?" Brainstorm paused at a split hallway, glancing both ways. The habsuite block was nearby, and First Aid's hab probably wasn't too far away from the medibay. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 2 May 2016, 07:05 PM Post #11 |
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Which way to, which way to his habsuite? Well, uh, that would be complicated. It took him quite a few minutes to think just where it was, eventually the medic pointed down the hall. “It’s going to be the door with the new pinpad. All the others have numbers scratched off from use. I, I don’t remember door number.. 93? I think it’s 93…” Aid’s posture slouched, head a whirl of thoughts and emotions. Once again Aid needed to thank Brainstorm, not sure if he needed to give the assurance or if his processor was looping. It was likely the latter, with the amount he felt the need to say thank you, as if he forgot he ever said it previously. “Brainstorm, I, I really need to thank you…” He was starting to calm down from his initial sobfest, his head slowly unwinding from that ungodly screeching he couldn’t hear. Just the sounds of Brainstorm’s inner workings was enough to comfort him. It was peaceful, to hear something functioning properly. “I… I was so scared.” They’d reach his empty hab in no time, it really wasn’t too too far from the bay. It had been the only empty room at the time, as he was a last minute addition to the crew, totally unplanned. |
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