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Recovery; Open For First Aid
Topic Started: 6 May 2016, 12:59 AM (247 Views)
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Nobody was happy with Pharma's surprise appearance on the Lost Light. Not a single mech. Brainstorm's initial reaction when he heard of what happened was concern, and then worry, and then anger. As irrational as he had been, it was muted now. He knew he couldn't do anything, not right now anyway. A trial would be held, if Pharma even got that. Mechs like Pharma don't do what he did and not have consequences, and Ambulon. Ah, what a terrible way to meet, he'd have to ask about that. There was no doubt First Aid was getting good treatment, with the shortage of medics and the arrival of so many Decepticons he was sure the medibay staff was on it's toes.

Brainstorm clutched the box under his arm, clearing a few notifications off of his hud. His processor was still muddled from his chat with Wheeljack, from what Wheeljack had mentioned of his own timeline. There was a real Cybertron out there, on some distant timeline, suffering the after effects of a nuclear fallout, and it was because of the quantum disturbance his time machine created. Was it his fault this Wheeljack's timeline had such a terrible outcome? Was it the Bumblebee from his timelines fault?

Brainstorm shook the thoughts. Even if it hadn't been his intentions, it was happening, it happened. There was no point in trying to talk himself into a more comfortable state of mind. Wheeljack was healthy here, and First Aid was in recovery, healing despite Pharma's appearance, and most of the Decepticons that'd popped up were unhostile so it could be worse.

Should he apologize to First Aid for the possibility of a second Pharma becoming a reality? Would he be belittling the presence of another Ambulon if he did? Did Ambulon even want to be here himself?

Again, not a line of thought he should be following. He had enough stress with the new "hallucinations" as it was. Besides, he was eager to see First Aid. After all he'd heard he wanted to see for himself that First Aid really was okay.

Brainstorm further tucked the package under his arm, entering the medibay with a smile. In his optics, at least. Hopefully it looked as convincing as it felt. If one thing had proved true in the past, it was that if he pretended to be okay long enough then he eventually would be. The engineer buzzed the only "Long Term Recovery Patients" door that was closed. It was late into the mid-cycle shift, no surprise that the medibay was empty for the most part then.

"Aid?" He wasn't sure what First Aid's aftercare instructions were, reintegrating a whole limb probably took a bit. Maybe a little longer with the added stress. Brainstorm pinched the corner of the box between his forefingers, fiddling with the edge.
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First Aid's injuries with Pharma had been no laughing matter. While it was far from his worst, it was still extremely not good. First Aid was still fairly weakened, even despite all the time he had actually spent reading. They had him on more than enough painkillers that, if he was being honest, he couldn't remember most of the past week. All he remembered was the sound of Pharma's chainsaw, searing white hot pain, and just the few visits he got from Rodimus or the little check-in's from Lottie or Ambulon.

Which. Aid still hadn't had time to properly talk to Ambulon. Most he could get was a little lecture about how he needed to stay in bed, which Aid had been good the first week about resting but now he was itching to get up and be on his pedes. The IV in his arm was a pain and he was so tired of reading over medical reports. He could scream from how bored he was, but he figured any of the other medic's hard at work wouldn't appreciate the loud squealing static that would come along with it.

He was trying to set a good example, but he felt alone. So alone in fact he has actually opened his comms up to his gestalt. He couldn't reach out or feel their bond due to sheer distance, but he gave a pitied attempt to talk to Hot Spot. No dice. Maybe he was busy.

It made Aid upset, but he knew he couldn't just go and rashly delete his private comm off his HUD. Instead he just closed the channel again, coughing miserably into his good elbow despite the mask being present on his face.

At least Rodimus visited at night. He knew the Captain couldn't stay long or come to often on multiple counts. First Aid had hoped he was just busy with work and not wanting anyone to sort of find out about whatever they were. Nothing was really set in stone or defined, but there was something there between them. Worry set in his processor that, well, maybe Rodimus hasn't wanted to visit him but was doing it out of obligation. It must be hard for him to see Aid stuck in bed rest, not to mention half the times he'd come by Aid was already deep in recharge. He'd only known because someone else telling him. The CMO deflated, wishing that at least Ambulon would talk to him.

Ambulon. That was another problem of its own too. Aid sighed deeply, Exventing hard. It was the one time he decided he didn't want to think about Ambulon, he'd have more than enough time when the mech finally cleared him to be on an OKAY bill of health and go about regular duties.

Data pad in hand, Aid continued to swipe and read, the dull text making his processors sleepy. Just as he decided maybe to pass the time with another little recharge, Brainstorm had come calling.

"Y-yes? Brainy? That you?"

Oh thank Primus. Maybe he wouldn't go crazy after all.
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Brainstorm could sigh a breathe of relief. First Aid sounded alright, better than he'd hoped for. The engineer poked his helm past the entrance tentatively. First Aid also looked okay, bonus points. Briefly, he felt that anger again, but he muted it out of his em field. There was no point in showing up in that kind of mood.

"They got you all holed up in here?" Aside from mildly disturbing, boring was probably a good summarization of the medibay. Maybe it wasn't so boring right now, they had more medics than ever. However different they all were.

Brainstorm didn't try to hide the box when he entered. Despite the mood he was in it really was nice to see First Aid. That was already a strange thing, a new thing. Friends weren't something he came by often. He could count the number of mechs he personally considered friends on one servo. As sad as it sounded, it was preferred. He'd considered taking a step back, asking for some time, time away from First Aid. It was unnerving how quickly they'd fallen into a rhythm. He couldn't say he didn't enjoy it though.

"They treating you well?" Brainstorm stepped into the room hesititantly. He was careful with his field when he pressed it out a bit. Placing just how distraught First Aid could possibly be was a challenge. He wasn't well practiced in tiding traumatic events, not with First Aid anyway.

"You're... not seeing visitors?" Was he too early? First Aid was still attached to the machines at his berth side. Still bedridden maybe? It was still pretty early on in First Aid's recovery that he might be required to rest. Guessing First Aid's state of health, mental or physical, wasn't doing much for him.
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First aid shrugged at that first question, immediately wincing in regret. He hadn't realized just how much energy it took to preform basic gestures, and just how easy it was to cause pain to his bad arm. He made a mental note to be more careful.

"It's... Interesting being a patient. I'm not sure I like being one. I feel trapped, a little struck with cabin fever. I wanna get on my pedes but Ambulon got very firm with me the last time I was caught up walkin around. Hasn't stopped me from getting up since though."

He smiled through his optics and through his EM field, even though it really was no smiling matter. Still, Aid had remained surprisingly... Positive? Normal? Peppy? All things that someone who had gone through such a traumatic event shouldn't really feel. Though he wrote most of it up to not being able to remember most of it.

"Oh, I'm allowed visitors. So long as I behave. But nobody has really come by. Ambulon and Lottie don't really count as visitors, though I like when they come in to check on me. Change my IV. I get, uh, lonely."

There was a soft burst of static from his vocalizer, quickly resetting and Turing his full attention back to brainstorm.

"Brainy have you been well? I've been worried about you. I can't come visit and stuff if I'm... Mmmmm... Here..."

First Aid gave a little shimmy, using his good arm to help him press and sit up. Giving a little pat to his berth, Aid was inviting Brainstorm to sit. His visor was a bit foggy, but it was mostly due to his medicated haze.

"What's in the box...?"
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Brainstorm further entered the room, accepting the invitation to sit. He was mindful about it, careful not to jostle the berth too much.

"You should've commed me if you wanted some company. You know I dont mind." Brainstorm straightened the box in his lap, crossing his pede at the ankle. He was a little occupied with work, important work, but a break was long overdue. He needed the time to sort his processor, to try another angle, something for progress.

"I've been... occupied." Focusing on just the being busy part was worlds easier than pinpointing and nitpicking every little probem he had. There was the biting reminder of timelines like Wheeljack's, of mechs being pulled from their own life and friends. Not to mention the nightmares, if he could even call them that. They were bordering on actual hallucinations these days.

"Nothing that'll explode I promise." Brainstorm assured First Aid, a smile audible in his voice. "Or- well it shouldn't." Brainstorm wasn't sure if First Aid was recovered enough to be fiddling with things physically. Brainstorm offered the box up. It was constructed from thinner plates of metal, simple enough in its appearance.

"Or- I could open it for you if you can't?"
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As soon as Brainstorm lowered himself to the berth, First Aid's good arm shifted, servo reaching up to immediately start stroking one of his wings. Even in his state, Aid made sure to emit a calm field, pressing it to Brainstorm's own. Aid felt the least bit calm, even with most of his pain sensors dulled or delayed from the medication, he was still aching something terribly almost as if he could feel his weld healing over. He really hoped he wouldn't need to attend a physical therapy for relearning the use of his arm, his servos were both so important to his job. He wouldn't know what to do.

Giving a small scan with his optics up and down Brainstorm's frame, other than stress levels he'd get a clean bill of health from aid. It felt good to even do a optics scan, he had been out of work for too long.

"I didn't think to comm anyone, well, except... I tried to comm Hot Spot earlier in the week and he never got back to me. It made me sad and I just turn off my comm lines. I probably should have just continued to reach out."

Then again he'd hate to invite Brainstorm down to the medbay only to fall asleep on them.

"I wish you took breaks more often. You look pretty worked... Worked out...? Worn out. That's the words... Worn out."

His voice was a bit noticeably more slurred than typical, a side affect to his painkiller cocktail. Still, visor was soon given attention to the box, wondering what Brainstorm had brought over.

"Could you open it? My one hand is still..."

He demonstrated with his bad hand, barely able to wiggle the fingers without hissing out in pain. It was a very short show, attention diverted back to brainstorm.
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"Hey, hey, no worries alright? I'm okay." Brainstorm took Aid's hand from his wing, he kept First Aid's servo in his own. It the track record still proved true, First Aid would probably feel better with some kind of physical contact.

"Maybe you should comming Hot Spot again? And if he doesn't answer a secone time keep it open until he does." He'd suggest comming any of his gestalt, but small steps were enough for now.

Worn out was a reasonable summarization, and it didn't surprise him much that First Aid had centered in on it as quickly as he had even in his hazy state. Brainstorm knew he wasn't great at hiding his emotions, but he considered himself half reasonable at it. It was probably just First Aid and his knack for reading mechs.

"Yeah, here gimme a sec." Brainstorm removed his servo from First Aid's, flipping the box around it face Aid. He was careful with the latches on either side, lifting the lid with a smile.

Chromedome made the best energon candies, and Brainstorm had learned from the best, so hopefully they tasted half as good. He did have a hefty amount of equipment at his disposal, and he'd taken his time, and the tester batch was pretty good.
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Physical contact was always the way to go with First Aid. Giving, receiving, any sort of touch. While it had been soothing to rub at Brainstorm's wing, it was far less exhausting to hold his hand. He was thankful, and the temptation to slouch over onto him was growing stronger. Well, he would lean and rest his helm had he not had the tubes in his arm. They'd tug and pinch from the stretch.

"I've commed Hot Spot a few times. I, I think it was a mistake to try and reach out. Things, things are just hard when I can't feel him through the bond. I, Hot Spot is, he is my big brother. I just, I don't know, I already worry I have been dragging them down being so far away."

He exvent, following with a sleepy sigh. Hot Spot always knew how to assure him, it just took a lot to get Aid to tell the other he was having a problem. First Aid was so paranoid about dumping his issues onto others, it was part of being a medic unfortunately. Constantly caring for others made him always swallow his issues down, until times like this where he couldn't swallow. It was out in the open.

"But let's stop fussing about what may or may not be wrong about me, I really don't like being a patient. It gives me ner perspective of my bedside manor, but I think I'm done with being bedridden"

As if it was just so easy to let him go back to work. He didn't see why he couldn't go back, sure no major surgeries for awhile but he could still meet and greet right? Consultations, basic scans... Scans. Turning to Brainstorm, he let his optics do a brief scan, letting the diagnostic fill up on his HUD, his optics were hazy and weary, struggling to read through the text.

And then Brainstorm distracted him with the box. Pushing all text to the side, Aid's optics were fixated on the sweets Brainstorm was pulling out, half delighted to see they were the flavor that he could actually eat. Ambulon would tear him a new one had Brainstorm fed him the flavor he was intolerant to, not brainstorm but aid, as the medic had little self control with indulgence. Biting his lip behind the mask, he knew he couldn't eat too too many but still, it was better than the medical grade he had been drinking. He knew it was bitter, and that was quite alright, but the sheer amount of it with little variation was getting to him. This was one of the best surprises that Brainstorm could have sprung on him.

"They look so good..." He mumbled, squeezing Brainstorm's hand. "Thank you, oh gosh, oh primus they look so tasty..."
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"You shouldn't give up. Gestalts can feel things like pain can't they? Even over a great a distance? They're probably worried Aid." Brainstorm answered. Sometimes he wondered what that was like, being attached to so many mechs. It wouldn't always be good, like right now with First Aid. But when it was good it had to be great.

"They'd only have you on bedrest if you needed it y'know." First Aid knew this, he had to, he doted on his patients in the same way.

Brainstorm frowned a little. Really, how much damage could a little wandering do? Well, maybe a litte. First Aid could barely arrange his arms without wincing. Walking was an endeavor best saved for another day, he reasoned.

"Only a few alright?" They candies were a little rich, not that medical grade wasn't a thicker blend already. "Maybe you can save them for later?" Brainstorm glanced back at the door. Would Aid get in trouble for eating these? They weren't so strict they'd regulate everything he was consuming... would they? Brainstorm scooted the smallest bit forward, setting down the box between them so it was out of sight of the door.
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"I have a weaker spark signature than they do, I've always been more faint within our bond. B-besides, I've had them blocked even tho the distance is a natural block in itself. Do you know how bad it could have been for them to have felt what I did?"

Terrible. He didn't want his brothers to hurt because of him, not now not ever. Regardless of circumstance. Even now when he could use his big brothers embrace. If only there was a way to ease how his spark ached, forced so far away.

"I know that... Ambulon..." The words felt almost incorrect coming out of his mouth, drawing out a sigh. "He wouldn't have me bedridden if I wasn't hurt. But I don't, I don't need to be treated like a sparkling. I should be on my feet helping the crew. Besides, it gets lonely. I don't, I don't like being trapped here unable to help myself."

Optics flickered at the sight of the energon candies and with a click he had popped his mask off with one hand. Letting it rest to his lap, aid reached forwards, hardly even slowing down to enjoy the first candy before reaching for another. Trace amounts of optic fluid came from beneath Aids visor, excited to consume anything other than medical grade.

"I, I can't say thank you enough," he hiccuped, pushing a third candy to his lips. He visibly relaxed, other than the slight hiccups he had gotten from getting so excited. In reality brainstorms candies were good at best. They weren't terrible, but nothing to write home about. To aid, however, it was like primus had blessed the box personally.
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Brainstorm frowned, folding the bedspread between his fingers. First Aid would prioritize his gestalts comfort over his own, even if they would all benefit from an open connection in the end. He knew it was just First Aid's nature to prioritize others above himself, even if it was frustrating. Maybe he could see about getting their contact information? Just let- Hot Spot was it? Let Hot Spot know what was happening when First Aid was too infuriatingly considerate to do it himself. Just a little extra peace of mind for everyone.

"The most you can do to help the crew now is relax, and get better, give yourself plenty of time to heal." There was no rush, they'd recieved plenty of medics as of recently. Well, Pharma and Nickel might... not count, but they did have Ambulon, and until First Aid was better Ambulon was plenty enough to take care of the Medbay.

If it got serious, if anybody... dangerous got caught up in the timeline switching, there were plenty of mechs with field medical experience. He doubted it would come to that, he hoped it wouldn't come to that, but they weren't so helpless that they'd rush First Aid's recovery.

Brainstorm panicked for a moment, easing some when he realized it wasn't the candies making Aid cry, or- they were the reason just not because they were terrible. Was the medical grade really that bad that a few candies could make First Aid cry? He might have a few words with Ambulon on his way out, find some sort of alternative, or at least a diet that consisted of more than just medical grade.

"You know, First Aid, you probably hear it a lot, but you're pretty cute." Crying into a box of candy wasn't really the first thing he thought of when be pictured "cute" it just was when it was First Aid. He had a feeling that was just First Aid being First Aid though. If a cute mech did things it made whatever they were doing cute. Well, that was sort of how it probably worked anyway.
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First Aid was relieved furthermore when the gestalt issue was dropped. He couldn't really feel much from this far away with it open, constantly reaching for something he couldn't feel. But there was no doubt that had he not purposely blocked himself of that his team would have felt the attack. Pharma had gotten his arm good, but it was more or less the waves of pain afterwards in the critical time between lying on the medbay floor and Ambulon treating him that hurt the most. Thankful was an understatement as to how much he was relieved that they were none the wiser to this series of events. Still, getting Hot Spot to pick up his comm would be nice.

It was frustrating to rely on others, especially when he was the one everyone should rely on. It's not that the crew wasn't reliable, it was this internal battle of being weak and strong, a burden or an asset. The more he could take care of himself, the better the crew was taken care of. But of all First Aid's strengths, his biggest weakness was just how reckless he was with his own health. Attaching jumper cables to his exposed spark casing to jump start sparks, improper recharge cycles and lack of refueling in order to work longer hours in the medbay, far past his own scheduling, only to just sleep there after a drink or four at Swerve's.

Being a patient was hard, especially when you weren't supposed to be the patient. It caused for a lot of frustration, a lot of almost an out of body experience at times. Feeling so helpless and weakened, it was almost like he was trapped within his frame and not the owner of it. It was not a healthy way to think but seldom the thought crawled to the front of his processor to wreak havoc. Not today, thankfully, as Brainstorm was proving to be as good of a guest as always.

"I've been relaxing. I've been doing more relaxing than I have ever since coming online."

He had been resting, but far from relaxing. Relaxing was when Rodimus would spend time with him, pull his helm to that flame painted chest and just hold him when the medic grew too weary to continue taking. Hand holding put him at ease, but snuggling and being held was the one time he would relax enough to willingly shutter his optics and rest his head, not fight against the medicated haze of fresh pain medication.

"I want to actually help. I want to be involved. Or... Of all the things I want... Talking with him would be nice."

There was no doubting who First Aid referred to, and if there was any doubt if only for a moment did the sensation of sparkbreak pour into his field, quickly masked with calming waves. Every time Ambulon came in to change his IV, get his medication set up, it left Aid just staring up at him. Mostly because half the times he'd seen Ambulon his processor was fuzzy from the medication, the other half was just being in awe over the fact Ambulon was a tangible being standing before him. It was ands down his favorite part of day, knowing that Ambulon cared. His good hand often became moist with coolant, having to wipe it on his sheets, he really came undone when it came to the other medic. Hopeless, completely hopeless.

And then Brainstorm said something that eased the tears almost immediately. Cute? Brainstorm, brainstorm of all mechs, though he was cute? Did he need his optics scanned? Aid's mouth hung open, lowering the candy he was about to eat before bursting into laughter. Placing the sweet on the blankets, Aid promptly wiped the trickling optic fluid, his cheek plates visibly heating up. There was no way Brainstorm could not see the heat in the plates, even with how large the medic was grinning and trying to cover his face with one hand.

"Y-you, you think that I'm cute? Me? Boxy, bland little Aid? You? You're like one of the most attractive mechs on board, have you never seen your own face or the beauty it holds? Did you not see me starting when you last took off your mask? I, I cant believe this."

Aid fell into another giggle fit, only to be cut short by a protesting rattle in his chest. Laughing was hard work, and taking all his energy fast, but it was absolutely worth it. He settled down, grin large as he finished off the sweet he'd abandon. He'd have to play around with this. Give Brainstorm the teasing of a life time. Hopefully Brainstorm was just play flirting, yeah, that's all this was. Brainstorm would be given a run for his shanix soon enough.

"And here I thought you had no type. Tell me, why do you think I'm cute? Is it my tires? You can touch them, they're rather nice. Or, or oh I think I know. Is it because I'm small? Not a mini but far from a Titan. Your wings are so broad, completely cast shadow over my frame if you were to lean over me. Am I getting hotter or colder? Speaking of hotter, maybe it's my hands. They heat up you know. Sensitive... Warm... I can really, really make an engine rev if I desired."

His denta bit into his bottom lip, glossa peaking through the small gap in his teeth. He'd become merciless with his teasing in due time, the appropriate build up was needed for this sort of thing. Especially when he was down one entire arm, it would make waking his digits up brainstorm's chest to playfully bop at the mast difficult. Instead he scrapped the idea for holding Brainstorm's hand in a mitten hold, making his own engine give a soft purr.
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Brainstorm spared another glance back at the door. He wasn't overly concerned of someone overhearing, Ambulon would probably find it funny. Honestly, Brainstorm spent a long moment processing what Aid had just said. Somehow his compliment had turned into

"Boxy? Bland? C'mon Aid don't you ever spare two seconds to take care of yourself? Let alone look in a mirror?" Brainstorm tsked, leaning part of his weight onto an elbow on the berth. Also beauty was probably a strong word, he knew he wasn't unattractive but beauty seemed like something better saved for- I don't know, well executed back flips?

"Got a thing for wings, eh?" Brainstorm wasn't sure if it was the innocent fascination of a medic or fascination in general that always led to First Aid getting handsy with his wings, he couldn't discern. "Not gonna lie, it's usually an erogenous zone but the sensors are a little messed up." It didn't hurt, and it meant he could stand shoulder to shoulder and bump into mechs without any discomfort. He was a little clumsier when he was actually flying because of it, but he didn't fly very often these days anyway.

"What I find most cute? Hard to say, probably your face and your hands. Mm, the tires are cute though." He couldn't deny the curiosity there, what did a tire even feel like to whoever it was attached too? Where were the sensors located?

"With a frame like yours I'd prefer to watch. All smooth edges and wide plates. You could talk too, you have a soothing voice. I've never been good at listening but it'll be hard not too if you're the one talking." Heated coils and looming wings were all good fun but Brainstorm had an inkling of a feeling that First Aid didn't even realize how nice his voice was.

"Ah, I won't say I'm not curious to try new things though." Brainstorm finished, removing his mask with his servo to pop a single candy into his mouth. He took a moment to be proud, they came out so much better than he'd hoped for. Brainstorm set down his mask beside the box, if First Aid was going to take his mask off he could at least return the favor.
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Aid did his best to ignore the complements that Brainstorm had paid him, smiling as the other has shifted to a more casual position on the berth. It made Aid slouch and follow suit, getting all too comfortable with Brainstorm. Maybe it was being holed up all week that had made Aid excited to be playful, honestly it didn't really matter why he was but the fact that this was happening.

He had to think of a kill, and he had to think fast.

"Oh, I'm well aware what they are. Do you really think I could make it this far as a medic and not know what wings are to a jet? Trust me, I knew your sensors had been a bit screwy from when we went to Swerve's, but it leaves the question that you didn't know I had known about your sensors. Yet you hardly stopped me from being touchy. Mmmm."

He was questioning the other subtly, right on cue using his good arm to reach up and rub against one of those wings. First Aid knew he had only I totally been so touchy due to the atmospheric pressure causing Brainstorm discomfort. Now it has fallen into a habit, a harmless one.

"Why, are you sad they aren't functioning? I can fix them if you'd like, I'm sure you'd be far more receptive to feeling in them that way."

Careful eyes watched as Brainstorm followed by removing his mask. A pleasant hum. What a treat.

He really was rather handsome, if Aid was to be honest.

"Oh that's a long list, I'm sure you've given it much thought. Hands, tires, you know you can touch them if you truly wanted. But I don't think that's what you really want. But face is one I don't get too often- then again most the crew thinks I have no face. I'd like it to stay that way."

"You'd prefer to watch? Hmm, I don't think Ambulon would appreciate me making a mess on the berth like that. Perhaps you can call in for a rain check, maybe when I have two servos you'll enjoy what you see. Hmm?"

Aid's voice grew quieter and quieter as he spoke, making a soft moan as he shimmed against the pillows. That really hurt his bad arm, kind of souring the mood he was trying to go for.

"I had a feeling you were the voyeur type. Though if it were Lottie up front instead of Ambulon, I'd be more keen on giving you something to feast your optics on."

He was half talk. Half. Half totally just playing, but there was that half where if Brainstorm had seriously asked him, and First Aid was certain it wasn't some sick prank, he'd maybe be okay with a one time arrangement in such a way. Maybe. Sorta. He was getting doubts the more he thought about it. Primus. What was he doing? Messing with his friend jokingly as a way to distract himself from the heartbreak the other mech in the front made him feel. It sucked, loving someone else and seeing another mech with the same face.

"But, uh, Brainy? I wanna say thanks, for everything. I haven't felt much more than an object since getting hurt, it's nice to feel wanted even if this is all just a joke. Ahaha. Joke. Right. Please don't tell anyone, not that anyone would believe you if you did try to suggest that I'd touch myself for you."
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"It feels pleasant." Brainstorm answered shortly, his wing a little twitchy under First Aid's servo. It was- well it was a thought, he'd considered getting the sensors recalibrated, but they didn't do him any harm this way. They hadn't yet anyway.

Brainstorm's optics darted up to First Aid's face when he felt the pain in his em field. Brainstorm scooted forward, propping up First Aid's injured arm carefully. Barely moving it, it might've pinched but this way First Aid's elbow was better supported along his side. Brainstorm combated the pain with a tentative fingers against the edge of First Aid's fender. Paying close attention to his reaction so he didn't over step.

"Don't think Ambulon would appreciate a little show? I think he would, I think it'd be a pleasant surprise." Brainstorm actually sort of had a feeling he was right about that. Well, maybe after Ambulon got angry at Brainstorm for possibly endangering his patient.

Then First Aid's voice was at a normal pitch and his words came out rushed and Brainstorm was so surprised that he slipped right off the berth, landing aft first onto the right side of the floor. Brainstorm frowned at the words, he'd hoped- no, he'd wanted First Aid to feel desired and important. Brainstorm was still able to reach for First Aid's hand, pulling himself up to his knees for better leverage. Brainstorm pressed a kiss to First Aid's knuckles.

"I wouldn't want you to touch yourself for me." Brainstorm pressed his cheek against the back of First Aid's servo, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'd want you to touch yourself because you wanted too."
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