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[It'd been a month since Magnus left.

The commander had been gone that long before, and Wheeljack almost expected the same this time around. So...when that time rolled around, and still no Magnus after constantly searching the feed...

It was time to call it quits.

The feed opens up to show a room-...or what's left of one. The walls are cracked, scorched, bent, or indented in some places, although that seems to be the most of the damage. The berth is relatively untouched, and any of Miko's and Bulkhead's belongings are actually safe from damage. Wheeljack's own stuff? a different story. Only one thing of Wheeljack's was left untouched--the sword Blurr gave him--which was put under the bed weeks prior.

Sounds like someone had a tantrum, and it shows, with Wheeljack standing in the center of the room, panting heavily from all the lashing out...at the wall.

...Do you feel better now, princess?]

Ngh...

[He slumps against the wall, sinking to the ground and curling up.

...Just like old times.]

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[sigh] You should see a medic either way.

[He hears that, once again getting Ratchet vibes.]

I'm fine. The room's in worse shape than I am.

[Sorry, he can't help his bitterness. :'(]

Where's the harm in having your hand checked out anyway?

[Don't worry, Ambulon, it's getting vibes fondly.]

Saves me from a lecture, for one. Already got the 'don't punch walls' lecture when I was human.

No lecture, just a quick exam. I promise.

...Medbay, right?

[There's the sound of metal shifting as he starts to get up.]

As always.

[he'll be waitin', finhead]

[He'll just take that short walk to the Medbay then, holding up his hands as he walks in.]

Look, I'm tellin' ya, they'll heal on their own, Doc.

[Ambulon has been waiting for you, as he said. He's got everything ready, too.] What are you complaining about? I'm repairing the damage, as minor as it may be, not giving you a full body system flush.

[He swatted the edge of one medical slab.] Sit down.

[Someone's a bad patient.]

Doesn't make either of them overly enjoyable, Doc.

[But he sits on that medical slab anyway.]

See? Automatic healin' systems kickin' into high gear.

[Stop that. Either way, Ambulon scans his hand; true, defense matrix was in action. But he figured he could help it along, just patch up some of the little cuts.]

Now. Do you mind telling me why you did this? Last time it was understandable, given the situation. This time, however - what happened? [He doesn't mean to pry but since you're his patient - for now - and something's up, he can refer you to Rung. Maybe mandatory, too! Yay!]

[Oh no Ambulon please don't make him go to the shrink he'll do anything. Really. Like not go.]

Magnus is gone.

[That's really all he's going to say on the matter. YAY BEING AVOIDANT.]

[Hey, if this is gonna be a problem and a regular thing, you bet your butt he'll make youl. Though, for now, you get some silence as he finishes doing the superficial, minor repairs.]

Yes. It's not unusual for people to disappear here. [And, he's kind of... debating continuing. He's never been good at this entire "comforting" thing, but he does know empathy.] First Aid, one of my former colleagues, disappeared as well. And your CMO, Ratchet... I considered him a friend, too.

[Mom, don't make him gooooo.]

Yeah. Just...didn't think he'd go. Not after everythin'. There was no point, yannow?

[When does it ever have a point.]

Good docs, the both of em.

[SHUSH]

Yes, they were.

Perhaps there'll be a time when you can return to your home universe, and see Ratchet again. Perhaps the same can be said of myself and First Aid. [But he's not really complaining. His universe wasn't exactly great and wonderful either.

[Nonetheless, he steps back, sighing.] Everything checks out. But before you go, tell me: how have you been feeling lately? Depressed, morose, angry? And how frequently?

Guess so. Just keep an eye out for First Aid when ya...if ya ever get back.

[That guy had an effect on him, what can he say.]

...

Restless. It's hard to sleep. And when I do, it's hard to get up.

Right. [He's mentally jogging this down for notes.] And when you are up, how is your mood? Have you been eating too much or too little, or just average? And have you done anything outside of punching walls?

I uh...

[He leans back a minute, looking up at the ceiling.]

I don't really eat much. Solus is to thank for that. So...average for me.

As for my activities...guess I've been pullin' too many hours workin' on my ship.

[He's thinking a moment, and then, WAIT FOR THE SURPRISE, WJ] I think you should speak with Rung.

...No.

[You're his doctor Ambulon, not his life coach.]

There's nothin' wrong with my neuralnet.

[Yeah. Okay, McCoy.]

You may be suffering from depression. It doesn't necessarily mean it's permanent. Rung can help you cope until you're a bit more stable again. [huff] If it's your sense of - what's it called, the humans have an interesting word - "machoism" - keeping you from seeing a therapist, that is a terrible excuse.

I'm not depressed, Doc. I had a bad day.

[Keep telling yourself that, Wheeljack.]

That's the only excuse I'm givin' ya.

[Ambulon is just tempted to smack you upside the head, but then he just... sighs.] I can't force you to see Rung, but you're an idiot not to. [snort] You're only letting things fester if you don't take care of your problems.

[Most medics want to do that no matter what, Ambulon. If anything, it just proves you have a brain. Unlike him.]

I've heard that one before. Bottlin' things up's worked for me this far.

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