re_alignment | [Voice] Trying Too Hard

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✘ dead space | vandal

[Voice] Trying Too Hard

So that's it then. Everything is back to "normal". As normal as this place gets and we're all left a little more fucked up than when we started.

Let's talk, humans, bears, Autobots, Decepticons. We're all people stuck here. Some of us want to be here, some of us don't...

But.

I just want to hear something good.

It doesn't matter if we're friends or not. But I'd like to hear from you.

Have you made friends here?

Would you rather go home or stay? If you want to go home, what is it there that you miss?

What makes you happy?

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[ HOURS LATER... Vandal comes huffing and puffing her way over. That's a hell of a walk. ]

[ He doesn't come greet her. An acolyte can direct her to the right place anyway. He feels bad, making her walk all the way, but just a day or two ago he was cut open from neck to pelvic plating.

He still has the fresh welding marks, even if he's up off a medical slab and instead seated.

Of course, he frets when he realizes she's out of breath. ]

V-Vandal! I'm sorry. I... didn't realize you'd walk all that way.

[HUFF.]

I could stand to lose some weight anyways. Don't worry about it. Just-

God... what happened to you?

[ Suddenly self conscious? First Aid really wasn't used to being the one injured-- if anything he's always had to be strong to deal with others.

His hands brush over his chest plating, loosely covering the weld marks. ]

I'm okay now. It's a long story.

[She climbs up with relative ease, urging him to lie back again.</small.] I don't really think that's the truth, but you don't have to tell me if you don't want to.

[ First Aid lays back with some hesitance, venting a sigh as he lays his arms across his chassis. ]

In the end I'll probably end up feeling better than I have been.

[She plunks down next to him and rubs a hand over the side of his helm, leaving it there for the continued contact.]

What makes you say that?

I was sick, before. I didn't really let anyone know. A few could tell.

[ He leans into the hand, optics dimming slightly. ]

The organ's been removed now.

First Aid...

[Her hand stills and she leans in to plant a kiss on his faceplate.]

I'm so sorry. You can talk about it, if you want. But you don't have to.

[ He's honestly not even sure what to say. Sure, he'd been a field medic, but for the most part only the worst Decepticons fired at medics. And he never had to suffer pain caused by someone he trusted.

He rumbles, indecisively. ]

I used to be a doctor once, you know.

[ Totally unrelated, but. Talking. ]

Yeah? A doctor? I bet you were a good one.

[Well, talking is good. She'll engage him about whatever he's comfortable with, idly petting the edges of his helm.]

[ He snorts and wiggles, a little bit uncomfortable. Not over being touched, since he likes that. Just... the whole situation, though. ]

Well... I was demoted.

[She frowns faintly.]

Why? You seem pretty competent to me.

Psychological assessment. Heh.

[ He shrugs. ]

Can't have a crazy doctor, but you can have a nurse...

You really don't seem crazy to me.

In fact you're probably more sane than most people here...

Just saying... what the report said.

[ Not that it said 'crazy' but it definitely implied as much. He sighs. ]

Yeah, well. I think the report is bullshit.

Thanks.

[ He loosely curls an arm around her, trying not to crush her or anything with the weight of his hand. ]

Still wonder where I would have been, if... you know. I used to be a field medic, deployed for emergency evac. Then Delphi for ten years...

Well... maybe this is your second chance? I mean, people need doctors, and there's nobody stopping you. I bet you could contend with anyone here.

[She just contentedly leans into him.]

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