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[lifepersists]

[ 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 ]

Comments

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Yannow what, I think I'm good.

[Why did you have to tell him. Couldn't you just knock him out and THEN get it done?

Someone doesn't like doctor visits.]

[neverputincharge]

Jackie, if I gotta go, you gotta go too.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

YOU got the Tox-En exposure, Bulk...

[NO DON'T MAKE HIM GO...]

[neverputincharge]

[Hey, you were the one that ratted him out to Ambulon in the first place.]

Yeah, but wouldn't hurtcha to get looked at too. When was the last time ya got looked at?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Uh...back on Cybertron, if we're talkin' full checkups.

[Wow that does NOT help his case, does it.]

You need it more than I do...

[neverputincharge]

Jackie...

[Oh come on. If he went that long, Ratchet would beat him to the pit.]

You need it too. Come on, let's go together.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...

[Don't give him that look, Bulk. You know he's a sucker for it.]

...Fine. But you first. Tox-En ain't a walk in the park.

[neverputincharge]

[What look, he has no look.]

I know, ya don't need to remind me.

[He lived through it, that's all the reminder he should need.]

But then you're gettin' checked too.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[THAT ONE.]

Just...yannow. Gotta look out for my boy.

[He knows, but doesn't mean he doesn't worry.]

...Deal. Ya won't budge till I do, will ya.

[neverputincharge]

[INNOCENCE.]

I know, it's 'ppreciated, Jackie.

[He really does appreciate it and it shows in his smile.]

Deal, neither of us are leavin' till we both leave.

[Best hope FA doesn't decide Bulk should staying in the med-bay for some reason.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

B-Bulk!!

[There's nothing wrong with HIM! He knows that much. Why's he got to stay with you until th-....okay. Buddies stick together, don't they. After his initial shocked face and hands-going-what-the-fuck, his shoulders relax.]

...Right. Wreckers stick by each other.

[He offers a smile at that.]

[neverputincharge]

What? Ya don't want me leavin' till you do. Only fair that ya don't leave till I do.

[Right? That's fair isn't it?]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...

[He holds out his hand for the Wrecker, a soft smile on his face.]

Not leavin' ya. Promise.

[neverputincharge]

[That gets his own smile in return, reaching out to take the offered hand.]

Let's do this.

[lifepersists]

Ah, ah. Too late, Wheeljack. I have a fresh medical slab with your name on it. So, you can either come down here on your own, or I'll drag your aft here.

[ Whatever happened to the sweet nurse that was casually hitting on you? ]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Man, I remember when ya were shy and embarrassed and intoxicated when talkin' to me. Now you're like Mini!Ratchet.

[Okay, okay...he's coming]

[lifepersists]

That was a casual affair. These are medical matters. There's a time and a place for intoxication and subtle interest in war stories. That's for another time.

[ By war stories, what he really means is your broad manly shoulders. ]

Besides, Ratchet is a brilliant and respectable doctor. [ Except that one time. He'd rather not think about that one time. ]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

He's a maestro. Doesn't mean I like gettin' welded on any better.

[Annnd he steps into that medical bay like it ain't no big thang, since it's like...right around the corner.]

Ya called me?

/jumps in here?

[neverputincharge]

[Bulkhead's not far behind Wheeljack. Though he's a little slower with his limp hindering him some. Plus he might or might not be making sure Wheeljack doesn't bail. But yes, he's arriving in the medical bay too, catching up to the other Wrecker. Maybe if he goes through with this, he won't have to stay again.]

I'm here too.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Those hands immediately wrap around Bulks larger one, holding him as they stand there. He's got your back, bro.]

Just make sure Bulk here gets the best. He's my favourite Wrecker.

[lifepersists]

No, that was my evil spark twin.

[ First Aid settles down his tools and picks up a rag, to clean the oil off his hands. At the very least he's glad the two dragged themselves in. He's about ready to introduce himself when-- ]

You're a Wrecker too?

[neverputincharge]

[It's good he followed Wheeljack, since he wasn't entirely sure which doc had called them in. He glances at Wheeljack. He's got your back too man. Then he turns his attention back to First Aid at the question.]

Yup I am. Though I been outta commission for a bit.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack helps pull Bulkhead through the doors, eyeing one of the berths to set him on.]

Like your sense of humor, 'Aid. Bulk here's been my partner since the war even started.

[lifepersists]

[ There are plenty of berths around to settle on, at least. First Aid's got two all nice and prepared for you both. ]

Wow.

[ His optics flick between the two of them. Hm, not bad. He pats on one of the medical slabs. ]

Hop up you two. I'll work with Bulkhead first. Wheeljack can just sit pretty for now.

[neverputincharge]

[Bulkhead chuckles.]

Known each other even longer than that. We go way back.

[He makes his way to the slab, thumping his aft down on it. For now he'll sit up, legs hanging over the side, until told otherwise.]

Sure thing, Doc.