squeakersquawker
“That’s yours to to ke-ep.” Squeaker nodded as she spoke, “Ev-en if you even if you can’t get use-d to anything else you need to get used to or at least tolerant of of sca-nning. It’ll sa-ve from a lot of w-orry even after you’re eve-n after you’re hea-led.”
If his caution was due to his past all she could do was hope her words would ease his mind about the process– maybe even convince him to use the little device.
Because maybe she could make sure things went better for him, that he took care of himself rather than do the things she did. And maybe she was worrying too much; other than his fall he looked like he was doing fine. He most likely didn’t need her fussing over him but…
It was her nature.
She smiled a little at his comment, “Yes avoiding pain is generally a a go-od thing.”
But then the MiniBot fell silent, optics narrowed but unfocused. She had just the thing in mind! But couldn’t remember what, or where, it was. It was most likely stress, Buzzstrike had nearly given her a spark attack after all.
Squeaker’s entire body seemed to light up when he said he was looking forward to seeing her ship. “Yeah! It wou-ld be nice to nice to sh-ow it it to you.”
While the ship was rather sacred to her, as it had been a sort of therapy to restore something, she was proud of her handiwork.
Of all the things to be given for his own, Buzzstrike would never have expected a medical scanner. Still… “There have been times this would have come in very handy,” he admitted. “And probably will again. My brothers and I - can be a bit trouble-prone.”
(Don’t admit what the lot of you are capable of, not yet - maybe never, she seems a kind-sparked mecha but so very many can be tempted by power…)
He stuffed the unease that thought caused down deep and took another look at the scanner. A touch of an easily-identified power button brought it online; the small screen displayed clear and simple instructions for its use. It seemed straightforward enough.
“Might as well give it a try,” he murmured. Managing to grimace only a little when he opened his medical port, Buzz chose the proper cable, plugged the scanner in and followed the directions to start the cycle. The small device hummed for a klik or two then gave a quiet chime.
[Mild to moderate cable strain and protoform swelling,] it read. [Resolving. Self-repair systems satisfactory, predict full recovery in 7 - 10 solar cycles. Frame alignment within normal tolerance levels. Recommend: limited physical exertion, mineral supplements with fuel (list appended), pain blockers as needed on physician’s discretion.]
He gave a small ex-vent of relief and turned the screen for Squeaker to see. “There, read for yourself. Just a few more days of taking it easy.”
Something about the scanner’s phrasing tickled at the edge of his processor - but the not-quite-formed-yet thought vanished when he tried to focus on it. Oh well, if it was something important, it’d come back to him.
















