Alert !

My name is Red Alert. I was once at the top of my class of Protithex Medical Mechnical, but now I proudly serve as an Autobot Field Medic under Rodimus Prime. I am also the femme responsible for creating a vaccine for the once deadly Gold Plastic Syndrome.

[xloyal-soldiersx-blog]

*she walks over, placing her hands on Blurr’s arms* He’s in a lot of pain, Blurr. He’s just tired. I can assure you, he’ll wake again like he used to. For now, he needs to rest. *she smiles* I’ll let you know if something changes.

Y-you promise…right? -Shifts and just nods. He can try his best to be patient, though he’s not very good at it.- You can always comm my line and tell me if something is wrong, I’ll run down here and try to help you fix it. -vents-

I’m just…glad he’s okay.

[missredalert-blog]

I promise, Blurr. *she looks over at Ultra, who happens to be recharging now. she looks back at Blurr* I think we're all relieved to see that he's fine.

He just needs to rest now. You can come back when he's awake, okay?

[xloyal-soldiersx-blog]

*he smiles weakly* I appreciate your… support. *he sighs tiredly, turning his helm slightly and closing his optics*

Ah…-twitches a little. He’s starting to slightly panic- Sir, y-you’re going to wake back up, right? Y-you’re not going anywhere, are you?

[missredalert-blog]

*she walks over, placing her hands on Blurr's arms* He's in a lot of pain, Blurr. He's just tired. I can assure you, he'll wake again like he used to. For now, he needs to rest. *she smiles* I'll let you know if something changes.

[missredalert-blog]

*she's busy writing reports now, keeping a close optic on Ultra's vitals as the others speak with him*

[oldenmagnus]

… *he coughed again, staring at the ceiling* It is difficult to speak… My abdomen, it is in pain, and my legs… *he winces* …

[mypedeupyouraft]

Well, you have been relatively still for a long time, sir. You’re going to be sore everywhere…abdominal pain, is that an empty tank or something else? /yep he dropped into medic mode/ 

[missredalert-blog]

*rolls her optics* Sir, your abdomen was thoroughly damaged, as well as your legs... Your arm could not be replaced, and the damage in your legs required extensive surgery that would have put you at even more risk for immobility. We were able to fix your abdomen, but that was the only thing salvageable. I am... terribly sorry. *she looked over at Ratchet, frowning that he was not upfront with the Magnus, a look that said 'you know exactly why he's in pain u old coot it's not an empty tank'*

[mypedeupyouraft]

/gets so badly startled by hearing him talk that he trips backward and hello ancient aft, meet the floor/ Ow! Dammit, that actually worked?! /flickers optics and rubs at his hip/ Ultra Magnus,  Shockwave’s not here. You’re safe. 

[missredalert-blog]

*backs up, startled as well. she looks down at Ratchet, leaning over to help him up* He's right, Ultra Magnus, it's just us. Red Alert and Ratchet...

[mypedeupyouraft]

/just glares straight at Ultra Magnus/ Oh, like frag. He heard me and now he’s going to have to get up and face the fact that I called him an aft. Yes sir, you are an aft! /annoyed grumble/ Been physically fine for months, but no. Coma. Like I don’t have enough processor damage to worry over. 

[missredalert-blog]

*she looks at Ultra, quiet. then she tenses, optics brightening* ... Ratchet, his digits... They're twitching.

[mypedeupyouraft]

/he’s not nearly as nice about this/ Ultra Magnus, I swear on my creaking skidplates, you better wake up. If the kid finds out you got a little better and then just decided to go back to bed, he’s going to freak. /changes out the IV and doublechecks to make sure it’s flowing/ Rise and shine. 

[missredalert-blog]

*she stands up straight, looking at the larger mech. she crosses her arms, then looks over at you* It could just be a false alarm, Ratchet... *her sympathetic tone seems to had dissipated* He's been out for so long.

[mypedeupyouraft]

I know what I’m doing, he’s not my first coma patient. /completely venomless, he’s still just wtf over the aft comment actually getting a reaction. he’s still going to get the energon drip though/ Keep talking to him. Maybe if he hears someone other than me, he’ll be more interested. 

[missredalert-blog]

*she nods, setting the data pad down and moving to stand beside Ultra's berth. she leans in closer, scanning over his processor once more to keep up with the activity* Ultra Magnus, sir... If you can hear me, try your best to wake up. *after scanning she pressed her hand against his helm, frowning sympathetically* You've been through worse than this, sir... Come on.

[missredalert-blog]

*she rushes into the medbay and over to you, looking Ultra over then grabbing a nearby datapad to look over the scans* Did this start happening just now?! Did you give him some sort of medication?

[mypedeupyouraft]

Yes, just two kliks ago…I was looking over the medical stats and he just…/looks completely and utterly baffled/ No, I passive-aggressively called him an aft! /blinks/ Oh by the All Spark, don’t tell me all we needed to do was curse at him this whole time! 

[missredalert-blog]

Shh! *she waves her hand at you as she continues to read over the reports. her optics flicker and she glances over at the former Magnus* The reports have never been this positive... *she looks back at you then waves her hand again* Get some fresh energon into his IV, we have to make sure his vitals stay this way. *she tries to contain the anxiousness in her voice, but it is apparent when she stutters slightly over her words*

[mypedeupyouraft]

/blinks. okay something sounds off here, what is that…blinks again. Huh, that’s weird. Looks like the processor activity levels are shifting/ … /oh shIT/

RED ALERT.

[missredalert-blog]

*she rushes into the medbay and over to you, looking Ultra over then grabbing a nearby datapad to look over the scans* Did this start happening just now?! Did you give him some sort of medication?

[missredalert-blog]

MAGNUS IS BEEPING DIFFERENTLY AND I JUST NEARLY KEELED OVER.

What?!

[missredalert-blog]

RED.

!!

[missredalert-blog]

RED ALERT.

!

[missredalert-blog]

Oh, good; I haven't seen Ratchet in some time.

[missredalert-blog]

More like piles of complaints filed by your own soldiers.

[thearrogantchin-blog-blog]

Jealous.

[missredalert-blog]

Ugh.

[xloyal-soldiersx-blog]

.

[missredalert-blog]

#Sad day when Sentinel has to compliment himself.

[thearrogantchin-blog-blog]

Please I have piles of fanmail, you’re just jealous.

[missredalert-blog]

More like piles of complaints filed by your own soldiers.

[thearrogantchin-blog-blog]

Don’t feel bad, your aren’t the first who couldn’t handle all this

Manbot.

[missredalert-blog]

You’re a stud.

[thearrogantchin-blog-blog]

I know!

[missredalert-blog]

Sigh.