The Stonewall Inn
Discoholic 🪩
No title available
Fai_Ryy
Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
Not today Justin
if i look back, i am lost
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Claire Keane
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
bliss lane
tannertan36
Show & Tell
taylor price
titsay
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Keni
Monterey Bay Aquarium
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Mexico
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Venezuela
seen from Oman
seen from Brazil
seen from Canada
seen from Türkiye
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from Canada
seen from Thailand
seen from Germany
seen from Germany
seen from United States
@cybertronianmedicaldivision
OFFICAL CMD BLOG
WELCOME TO THE CYBERTRONIAN MEDICAL DIVISION CLINIC!
Transformers Roleplay Blog
Muns 21+
Multiple Muns
Multimuse Blog
Semi-Selective
Mutual Only Interaction
OC friendly
Minor Friendly
Tagging Friendly
AU Friendly
Rules | Staff | Universes |
He just going to look at Trepan for a moment before speaking. "Are you the only one here today or is there anyone else? I'm asking because I umm might need Ratchet or someone to patch this." He say as he just casually hold his left broken arm in his right hand. "If not I will just come back later."
Trepan turns to look at the one speaking before doing a double take and looking up at the mech. Well then. “At the moment it’s just me. But I believe I can page Knockout to come help me.”
Looking at the arm, he goes ahead and pages Ko who responded almost right away that he was coming. “Ah no. You’re not leaving yet. We’ll get you fixed up. Even if it was just me I wouldn’t let you leave with such an injury. …Besides Knockout is on the way.”
@idwskyfire
"Thank you I appreciate you taking the time to fixed my arm and to call someone to help as well." He said taking a set and trying to make himself look small as physical possible so he didn't intimidate poor Trepan.
"This type of thing happen a lot to me. Mostly when working in the lab with chemicals. I'm normal able to patch myself with little things but with my left arm being in my right hand it kinda well, not something I can easily patch up by myself."
Well that was haft true the other reason he didn't see much medical help because he was a big bot and he hate taking everyone away from their important duties just to help one person.
@cybertronianmedicaldivision
Knockout coughs a little as he heads towards the front part of the clinic. What kind of mess did the skinny mech get into?
Trepan looks around for a moment before leaving his station at the reception. Bringing over something to help the larger bot with any pain he may be feeling. “Hmm I suppose bots who do experiments and projects do tend to get hurt more often. It’s part of it. Also I brought something to help relax you and numb any pain you might feel as we wait for Knockout. He might take a few moments to get to where we are.”
Trepan walked over to the mech. “I’m Trepan. A bit new here but will do my best to help you.”
He just going to look at Trepan for a moment before speaking. "Are you the only one here today or is there anyone else? I'm asking because I umm might need Ratchet or someone to patch this." He say as he just casually hold his left broken arm in his right hand. "If not I will just come back later."
Trepan turns to look at the one speaking before doing a double take and looking up at the mech. Well then. “At the moment it’s just me. But I believe I can page Knockout to come help me.”
Looking at the arm, he goes ahead and pages Ko who responded almost right away that he was coming. “Ah no. You’re not leaving yet. We’ll get you fixed up. Even if it was just me I wouldn’t let you leave with such an injury. …Besides Knockout is on the way.”
@idwskyfire
cybertronianmedicaldivision:
Trepan lifts his arm more and tilts it a little bit to try and give Smokescreen a better view of the inside. Honestly it was a little unnerving that he couldn’t feel what was happening in his arm at the moment but then again the pain sensor may have been pinched or cut.
“It’s fine. Usually this would happen on the medical berth anyway. Where you be able to move and position me or my arm anyway to get to what needs to be done.”
‘A medical doctor may do that yet,’ Smokescreen said as scooted a little closer and askew, minding to keep his imaginary doors from hitting Trepan, thus strangly spaced apart from Trepan. Supporting Trepan’s arm, Smokescreen pulled up the plate and rotated the arm slightly. He could see almost no light coming through, meaning the inturned gouges ran deep and why Trepan says he can’t feel anything. ‘It’s definitely hooked wires,’ Smokescreen said. ‘Is there a pen laser in the kit? I think it best to cut the panel into three pieces and remove one at a time, pulling on as few conduits as possible at any one time.’ He thought ahead, procedure from wartime triage memories slowly coming back. ‘Going to need wire nuts or tape, hose clamps, and plenty of magnetic gauze to stuff underneath.’
That has him him a bit. He wasn’t sure if any one the others were free to help him at the moment so really he just hopes what Smokescreen can do will be enough for a while. It’s better than not doing anything and they look like they know exactly what they are doing. “…I was afraid of that. Wires and cables being hooked or pinched even cut is not good. Explains why I can’t feel anything happening.” He carefully pulls the medical tool kit closer. Pulling out what he can see that they other wanted and needed. “Hmm I believe the hose clamps are in the drawer by that medical screen on the wall. Should also have the magnetic gaze there too.”
cybertronianmedicaldivision:
Trepan hums a bit and nods. Watching the way Smokescreen has to open his arm up. It’s been a while since he saw how his arm can open up. “Yes. I can help retrieve memories, see what is corrupted and what is sealed. Even remove memories that could clash with bother memory or if it’s been….ordered by….the Functionist council.”
Trepan looks down at the place the other was indicating. “I can’t feel anything. Would you like more me to move my arm to a place you can see inside better? And also not hurt yourself?”
Smokescreen stopped cold for a few seconds at the mention of the Council. Trepan sounded like that’s an unpleasant memory, as it is for Smokescreen. He was not old enough to be under orders before the war but he was under scrutiny. Smokescreen was Council-ordered, Council-programmed, Council-trained, and Council-certified. He was expected to ask questions of patients only.
‘Yes, please raise it. I can’t bend over,’ Smokescreen said with a bit of an apologetic face.
Trepan lifts his arm more and tilts it a little bit to try and give Smokescreen a better view of the inside. Honestly it was a little unnerving that he couldn’t feel what was happening in his arm at the moment but then again the pain sensor may have been pinched or cut.
“It’s fine. Usually this would happen on the medical berth anyway. Where you be able to move and position me or my arm anyway to get to what needs to be done.”
“….I fear chaos is brewing.” Trepan looks around a bit.
“Yes!! I got this computer fixed! Now we can organize our files a lot better now.”
cybertronianmedicaldivision:
“Hmmm, this place has different floors for each profession I believe.” He looks down at his arm. Looking at it again he can see its pretty bad. His nerves are probably cut off. Because how can he not be feeling much of this? “S-sure. I don’t know what all to do…”
‘Yes, you said you do something with processor, but not a psychologist,’ Smokescreen said as he reached up to take a latch shim from the contents of the case that Trepan had taken out earlier. 'Neurosurgeon?’ he asked as he went around the forearm plate and loosened it. With all four sides sitting above now, Smokescreen carefully lifted it straight up a bit. He tried to bend over and peer inside, see if the twists had caught any wiring, but his back wasn’t cooperating. 'Can you feel anything being tugged as I lift it?’ he asked as he crept the plate higher.
Trepan hums a bit and nods. Watching the way Smokescreen has to open his arm up. It’s been a while since he saw how his arm can open up. “Yes. I can help retrieve memories, see what is corrupted and what is sealed. Even remove memories that could clash with bother memory or if it’s been….ordered by….the Functionist council.”
Trepan looks down at the place the other was indicating. “I can’t feel anything. Would you like more me to move my arm to a place you can see inside better? And also not hurt yourself?”
Trepan hums a bit as he stretches. “Alrighty. Now who did I need to see. Looks like the medics are finally taking a much needed break.”
A mun: hey guys, sorry for being gone randomly. I've been having issues irl that have been making me immobilized for the most part. I hope that it picks up soon, but if not I will try to pop on now and again to do replies.
Apologies!
Spark in the Dark.
Twitter / Instagram / Gumroad / Patreon
KnownOrigin / SuperRare / OBJKT /Zedge
He can never be sure.
I actually finished one of these art memes!!
“Ugh… Whatever happened to make me pass out has left me with a bad helmache. But…let’s see what messes I need to clean up or even create~”
::Knockout?:: Smokescreen hums softly, readjusting the basket on his arm, pinging the red mech. ::I have a new basket of energon goodies for you to try... may I stop by? I also have some news I found out that I want to share with you::
Knockout groans and sits up from where he fell asleep. Where what? Oh! His comm…
::Yea. Come on over. Sorry for the little delayed response I just woke up. Don’t know how I fell into recharge tho.::
He has another fit but a minor one as he tries to talk again. Groaning he rubs his throat. Well that was a new feeling.
“Yea…Sort of. I can com them and leave a message requesting a meeting with them. That may …work. Til ..we get a response You can stay here with me til we can see them.”
::Knockout?:: Smokescreen hums softly, readjusting the basket on his arm, pinging the red mech. ::I have a new basket of energon goodies for you to try... may I stop by? I also have some news I found out that I want to share with you::
Knockout groans and sits up from where he fell asleep. Where what? Oh! His comm…
::Yea. Come on over. Sorry for the little delayed response I just woke up. Don’t know how I fell into recharge tho.::
Knockout coughs a little as he waves to Smokescreen. “It’s alright. I just thought you might feel more comfortable in your own home if I stayed with you. You could stay here with me as well. But well this place can get very noisy and chaotic. Don’t know if that will be good for you and your sparkling. Noise can often stress a carrier out. Especially if it’s noise they can’t easily get away from.”
Knockout has to quickly turn away as he has a bad coughing fit. Gripping the table hard enough his claws scratch lines into it. “Staying….staying here is a good option. We just need to…Ahn. Get Ambulon or Ratchets approval first…. They are the head of they clinic.”
“Knockout!” He says softly, looking a bit scared now. He darts over and gently begins to rub his back. He was extremely worried for his friend.
“Take it easy… Either way we look at it. You and I are going to be staying together.” he says gently, moving away to gently get some energon warmed up. He was sure Knockout’s throat must be stinging. “You need someone to help you get better… and I need someone to help keep me and my bitty safe.”
Groaning softly, “I’ll..be ok…r-really. It’s…it’s just a cough.” Rubbing his mouth as he tries to take some deep vents in attempt to clear his vents.
“Hmm I suppose so. How should we bring this up to Ratchet or Ambulon?” Knockout wondered how they can bring this up in a way that won’t be rude. Or interrupting their work. He feels bad that he has been able to help with many of the patients.
Trepan jerks awake. “What the hell?! Did I pass out?!”
