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| Tweet Topic Started: 13 May 2016, 08:30 PM (63 Views) | |
| Jumpercablebabe | 13 May 2016, 08:30 PM Post #1 |
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It was just over a week of being in the medbay and, well, it was no surprise that First Aid was going a little crazy with not being able to do much. He had even started mocking Ambulon’s voice when he was sure the other couldn’t hear, not out of malice, but just from irritability with the whole situation. He was the C-M-O he shouldn’t be sitting on his aft doing bookwork waiting for his arm to mend and his fatigue to lift. The pile of medical reports would shrink and shrink, only for Ambulon or Lottie to drop more off with each change of the IV bag and every new dose of medication. He was getting tired. Too tired. Tired of just sitting around and waiting. Tired of just putsing about. He needed to least put himself in motion. What was the worst that would happen, Ambulon magnetize him down on the berth? It wouldn’t be any much different than where he was now, all cooped up in his room. Thankfully, Aid had heard that Pharma had been put in the next room over. Not that he really wanted to be near Pharma, as he was still under impression this was his Pharma, but it would make it easier to go and poke his nose in there. Nosey, yes, but more or less… Aid couldn’t help but feel guilty. He never let go of the guilt that he felt when he shot the other point blank in the face, and now it only built up with the recent little fight. Better, he reasoned he’d feel better after decking Pharma in the face, but he only felt worse. Odd. Still, getting up on wobbly legs, First Aid used his IV stand as a bit of a crutch. Wheeling it with every step, he quietly slipped from his room and without so much as knocking he let himself in the next room over, feeling apprehensive as he met face with Pharma. A lump grew in his throat, swallowing uncomfortably only made him more aware how tight it felt. Still, he wasn’t sure what to say. So he let his silence speak for him, giving a little bow out of politeness before quietly pulling the stand, wobbling to sit besides Pharma’s bed. First instinct was to grab one of Pharma’s hands and comfort him. They had a long past, or so he through, considering to him this was one of his old teachers. But immediately he hesitated, getting a violent shiver. Those saws, those pit damned saws. It almost sent him into an anxiety attack right then and there, but no, not without the sound. Hand holding could wait. “I’m... “ Aid started with a soft voice. “I’m sorry. For, well, I’m only half sorry for shooting you in the face on Luna-1. You had that one coming. But I really shouldn’t have provoked you. V-violence doesn’t solve anything, I should have been more civil. I’m not… really sure how to address this, but it would upset me to not try and make things right even… Even if I could never forgive you for what you’ve done to me. It’s unrealistic and selfish to assume you don’t feel pain and made many sacrifices, and for being selfish and not taking that into thought many years ago… I apologize for not being a better student at my stay on… Delphi.” |
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| Pharma | 14 May 2016, 04:27 PM Post #2 |
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Pharma sighed quietly to the darkened room, Ambulon and what's her name... Velocity had put him on some powerful pain medications after the fights he'd gotten into. Not a good thing, even if they dulled the pain of broken struts and his maimed wings. The drugs still clouded his processor and dulled his senses. They made him defenseless and weak. A quiet groan was added to the mix of sounds from his room. They didn't even give him anything to do, and all he could do was just think. Think about what was going to happen now, about First Aid in the room next door, think about how to get off this damned ship if Rodimus was going to execute him. Another sigh, he's got himself into one hell of a mess. A shuffling sound from the doorway brought Pharma out of his trance like state. Something along the lines of "If you dose me up one more time, Ambulon, I'm going to hack my medical restrictions and saw you in half again." was ready at the tip of his glossa but it died quickly as the jet recognized the figure as... First Aid? With his IV and arm still in a sling. Stubborn medics. Excellent, just what the ex-medic needed. Finger wagging, a stern talk to, and a "Get the hell off this ship." But, once again, Pharma was wrong (it's a new development and he doesn't like it). Instead, he got awkward silence before a long winded apology spilled out, which was nice to hear, but was still misplaced. First Aid still believed that the ex-medic was their Pharma. "First Aid," Pharma cut off the apology easily in a smooth tone, "I appreciate the fact that you care enough to apologize, but, I'm not your Pharma." The jet turned his head to look into the optics he knew were hidden behind First Aid's visor. "I'm not the mech from your memories and while I did still kill Ambulon, you never shot me in the face. My First Aid arrested me and I was stripped of my medical license. Again, I appreciate the apology but apologies can't be heard by dead mechs. And you should probably save that apology for when you encounter your Pharma." A small, only slightly forced smile, appeared on Pharma's faceplate before it disappeared. The bedridden mech watched the current CMO for a bit before releasing the gaze to look at the medbay ceiling. Another sigh left the jets cracked vents. "I also apologize for my actions." Damn First Aid for being so sweet, he had to make the apology sound better. "I went too far overboard when we first met and my reaction was...very bad." Damn First Aid again. They were making him slip up his words, the first time since Deltaran. "I shouldn't have provoked you and let my temper get the better of me. And, I know that you won't be able to forgive me, but still, it's customary to apologize for one's actions against another." |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 14 May 2016, 07:09 PM Post #3 |
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"Well, if that's the case, and you're not my Pharma, then I have all the more reason to apologize to you." Voice was ever so soft, dripping with sweetness. If it were coffee, half the cup would be sugar and cream. Maybe had he not been a little fuzzy himself this would all make more sense, but Ambulon was here and it was easy to accept that this was not his Ambulon. The same applied to Pharma, First Aid knew better than to let the past feelings affect the future with those of the same faces he once knew. Still. It would take awhile to unlearn the trauma that came along with Pharma. If at all possible. He'd have to start somewhere. Gently, as if holding glass, First Aid took one of Pharma's hands and delicately cupped it in his own, bringing it just above where his spark rested beneath layers of armor. It was a symbol of trust, forgiveness, a step moving forwards. Pharma could easily end him with where he placed the others hand. Yet even with that knowledge, First Aid did all he could not to rattle. Had he both hands, he'd hold on with both. He'd have to make due with what he had. "Perhaps we should not make our apology a pissing contest. Not my intentions. But, with all due respect..." A paused, searching for the word he wished to use in his data banks. It was a sign he too was just as heavily medicated as Pharna had been, slightly dulled and delayed with is responses. "... All due respect, I see no reason to apologize to me. I was far out of line, and, well, I'd like to make things right between us." It was hard to say, not because he did not want it, but because it was no longer a one way street. Pharma had hurt Aid just as Aid had hurt Pharma. It was finally time for the two of them to heal, First Aid taking the first step in talking to this Pharma in a way he could never address his own. |
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| Pharma | 15 May 2016, 04:10 PM Post #4 |
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Pharma's gaze snapped back to First Aid's visor as soon as he felt the CMO's linking their servos together. It has been a long time since another life form had placed a hand upon his plating and not meant to harm. Too many years spent at Delphi with Tarn's Decepticon Justice Divison, too much time spent in the company of Lockdown and other less than charming mecha. It had been such a long time that the jet didn't even know what to do except gawk at the CMO. Shock colored his outstretched field- he was too surprised to control it- as he watched First Aid make such a bold move. The spark was something sacred, even to Pharma and his dubious morals, placing a servo- that didn't belong to the mech in question- was a huge sign of trust. And that didn't even cover the fact that First Aid has had very bad experiences with Pharma's hands. The jet gaped at the ambulance. How could someone be so... sweet(?) to the mech that had hurt them? How could First Aid even say these things to him? "...then I have all the more reason to apologize to you" and " I'd like to make things right between us." How could this mech, naive mech, be so forgiving? First Aid was going to be taken advantage of, one part of Pharma's processors noted but he shoved that part away for now. How to reply was the question at hand. "I don't- I don't know" Pharma stumbled over his words, his tightening his hold on First Aid's servos then releasing them but not letting go. "I don't know why you would want to become neutral, or even friends with me." The jet murmured the last part. Optics drifting down to their linked hands. "I've hurt you, and didn't your carrier tell you to stay away from dangerous mechs?" |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 15 May 2016, 05:43 PM Post #5 |
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As soon as shock filled the jet's field, calming waves pushed against it from First Aid's end. Pharma had so many reasons to feel shocked and confused, but Aid was determined to counter the sensation. Even if he felt an all too familiar fear. Swallowing thickly as Pharma closed tightly on his good servo, it was almost an impulse to bring it to his mask and nuzzle the other into comfort. Resisting the urge, First Aid kept a firm, far from crushing, grip as he let his thumb rub gently against the others knuckles. "My carrier? I have a carrier?" Aid repeated, quite confused. He'd sit for a moment thinking it over before deciding to abandon the thought. "Why? Because we have hurt each other. Speaking in all honesty, I'm quite terrified of you. Or least by the iteration of you that has caused me much pain. Even though you fell to the same path, and I'll always hold sorrow for what has happened. I want to break this mold, this path, and that is not a thing I could do with my iteration of you. Ideally, I would like to one day reach a point where we can at the least co exist in harmony. Even if it is asking much of you." Trailing off, Aid needed to pick his words carefully. If only he had both his servos to clasp around the other medic. Surly that would be more comforting. "We have a history, yes, but let's step away from repeating such. But more directly so, if we never learn to forgive each other, neither of us can hope to move on in our lives. I'm, I'm very much terrified of you, but one day I would like to not feel that way, similar to how I once held no fear towards you. I believe if you want that, we could both make it to that point." His processor was starting to tug at him, choosing to slouch on his chair. Softly he began to hum, a calming lull in attempt to comfort Pharma without speaking. With blue servo still rested with his own red one infront of his spark casing, First Aid's optic rolled to the sight of the door. Hopefully Ambulon would not run in and ruin the calming atmosphere Aid had been trying to set up. Not that Ambulon had been hostile. Not that Ambulon was ever hostile. Sighing, the weight of sorrow taking over at the thought of who he'd lost, Aid cast his attention back to Pharma. "You don't mind if I continue to hold your servo, do you?" |
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| Pharma | 28 Jul 2016, 09:38 AM Post #6 |
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The song was from old Cybretron, before the war. Before everything went to hell in a hand basket. Pharma nodded absently as he considered what Aid told him. Things were different now; no more war, or factions, Megatron was an Autobot for Primus' sake. And, supposedly, the race was at peace with one another. Things were definitely different, but, did that mean that he had to change as well? Or would he keep the same vendetta against those who had hurt him. Should he keep the pyre of hatred that covered the embers of pain lit? No, he couldn't do that. He's lost too much to just forget everything that had happened. He'd suffered for too long to just let the monsters go unscathed. Pharma felt his spark fill with vengeance and hatred, not a very uncommon feeling in the first pace, at the very thought of letting Tarn and his band of sadists run free. Of letting Tyrest and Prowl continue to run amok and breed hatred. Turning good, honest, hardworking mecha into monsters to use in their little game of shadows. But, First Aid wasn't a monster. He was just a mech who got caught in the crossfire. A good young medic who's been through terrible things and still came out looking for the silver lining in everything and everyone. Even now, with his tormentor's servo resting just above his spark, Aid apologizes and tries to make amends. Maybe Pharma can't forgive the people who had wronged him, but, he can control his fire enough not to burn the innocent. He can let First Aid have the benefit of the doubt and let them start over for once. "Yes," Pharma said softly, voice softened and lacking it's usual hardened edge, the first time it had in years. "I'd like that very much." Edited by Pharma, 2 Aug 2016, 08:12 PM.
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| Jumpercablebabe | 5 Aug 2016, 07:57 AM Post #7 |
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Slumping forwards, full of relief that leaked into his field, Aid continued to squeeze the servo he held pressed to his chest plates right over the faction brand. He tucked his helm down, out of view, not wanting to give Pharma the chance to see him cry. There was a lot of hurt, a lot of pain he'd never let go, but the most he could do was try. Try to move on, try to forget and forgive, try to make things right for once in his mess of a life. "I've missed you... The you I met first at Delphi, anyways. Looking, looking at you right now," he started to stutter, his voice giving a soft crack. It was hard not getting so worked up over this. Pharma was complicated, maybe the most complicated mech he knew. "It's the closest you've looked to that moment, since I met you. We, we've both grown and changed. And it hurts to think what has Spl-," immediately he regretted his word choice, giving a pained noise. No word was a safe word. Split, divided, pushed apart. He felt like purging. "It hurts to think about all the things that have made us become distant." That was a safer call. One that made his tanks rest at ease for the moment. "I know I started babbling but, but let's not talk about this anymore...? Please...?" He had opened the wound s little too far. Ratchets voice echoing in his head how they shouldn't shoot Pharma down in Delphi. How Aid ended up doing just that at Luna-1. The more his own frame rattled, the more he could hear Pharma's chainsaws whirl inside his processor. Cutting through Ambulon, himself, anything really. Nothing could really stop him if it came to it. Aid sure couldn't. Not without another cheap shot to the face, which he swore to never do again. He didn't have it in him. Optic fluid rolled off the space between his mask and visor, giving him a little surprised jolt as the first few tears landed on their servos. He went to cover his face with his bad hand, forgetting it was injured, only to make a soft Yelp as he tugged it too hard. Ow. That would hurt in the morning. Forgetting to let go of Pharma's servo, he used the back of his own to wipe his visor free, choosing to press the others hand to his mask. It would be rude to ask Pharma of all mech's to hold him, even if he wanted nothing more than some gentle comfort. "I'm so sorry." Mumbled, his words still held their weight. "I'm so sorry for hurting you." |
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