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[ Normally First Aid uses video since he finds it a bit more personable, but he's a bit busy from the sound of it. Much easier to dictate when working instead of being conscious of his tendency to flit about. ]

I've been thinking on something for some time and since patients are beginning to filter out of the medibay, I think it'd be a good time to bring up a few things that I have been thinking of for some time.

[ He resets his vocalizer. Just a clear 'Ahem' ]

The disaster with the glyphless highlighted the problems associated with having a medibay in a temple. Solus's temple is convenient for resources, but it's also far off from the others. I want to propose the moving -- or construction -- of a medical outpost. One that's reachable for all who need it, with a reasonable distance from all temples.

I would also like to propose the formation of an Emergency Medical Team. The assigned doctors to the medibay aren't all entirely mobile. We need brave volunteers to help transport medics and patients. I'd be willing to train these volunteers -- and any others who are interested -- in some basic first aid. It may help save some lives in the future.

[ He'll let that sink in for a moment. Okay, now for something a little more controversial. He keeps a professional tone. ]

I'm also aware each timestream and universe has their own funerary practices. Some of us may have been left wanting for closure. For those who are still recovering from grief, I want to propose a funeral bonfire. Something to honor the dead. [ Should be offer? Might as well. ] I have experience with handling the deceased. I would be willing to deliver to the funeral site.

[ Yes, he is offering to dig up graves. ]

With that said! Would anyone like to go for drinks?

I would like to see both of you in the medibay for an examination. I think it would be best for all of us if you would just come to get checked over.

[ MUCH MORE CHEERY TONE. But he means business. ]

[ /Wheeljack & Bulkhead ]

I would hope you are feeling comfortable and safe, Pharma. Are they keeping you under a tight watch?

[ /Pharma ]

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[Pharma's surroundings are a little more plush here at Leige's temple but they are still what they were at the station- a cell. The doctor frowns in surprise when his communicator beeps, indicating someone has sent him a private message.

That someone is... First Aid?

Why would someone he'd killed want to talk to him? Unless it was to mock him for apparently botching the job.]

I assume you're being sarcastic. I'm plenty miserable though, thank you for checking.

[His response is audio because he's embarassed enoguh without First Aid having to see his face.]

[ Oh, Pharma. There is part of First Aid that is rather pleased you are not enjoying yourself. Still, it doesn't feel like enough to him. ]

Pharma, we've been colleagues for over ten years. Why would I be sarcastic? You may have murdered me and many of our patients, but certainly I wouldn't wish you any more trouble at Decepticon hands.

[ He hums a little. ]

I'd like to come visit you, actually. If you'd have me.

Murdered is a harsh word. Especially for a mech who seems to be up and about.

As for our patients... [There's a sound like he's clearing his throat and his voice is suddenly less haggard and more professional.] That was not the original plan. They were...an unfortunate sacrifice.

[A few moments of silence pass.] Its not like I could stop you from doing so.

But I was dead, and I certainly didn't trip and fall.

An unfortunate sacrifice. Have you even listened to yourself, Pharma? You're one of the best surgeons I've known. Are one of them! You're supposed to save lives, not sacrifice them.

[ He's pretty much bristling. ]

I won't waste my time if you don't wish to see me.

[For a moment the doctor looks chastened- thankfully this is still audio.]

...I don't expect you to understand. Precisely because you are not one of the best surgeons.

If the only reason you want to come is to berate me further- don't bother. You're doing a well enough job here.

No, I'm not one of the best surgeons. [ That stings, especially since you and Ambulon didn't do much to help his career with that whole badges situation. ] I care about my patients, though.

I won't berate you more. I think you're well aware of everything. When is the last time you had a good drink? Not to worry, it wouldn't be poisoned. Since we're no longer professional colleagues, a casual atmosphere isn't wrong.

[...The feed is silent.

Since when does someone you attempted (and succeeded) to murder ask you out for a drink?]

I don't understand. Why would you want to spend time with me- causal or not?

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