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[barricade2007]

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Barricade was in the hospital, waiting for replacement knee struts when he was told he had a visitor. He sat up, and looked to the door, waiting expectantly.

[paranoidsurgeon]

— //: BARRICADE

Barricade hissed and keened as he was carried through the halls, the rushing nurses running into his injured leg. Barricade instinctively buried claws into thick armor, before he was set down on a medical berth. He vented as he stretched his leg out as best he could, to grant access to the ruined joint.

“Honestly, I think Hook was a better medic… And that’s saying something.”

                    SPINISTER EXTENDED his field in order to relax Barricade. Though he did stretch out the limb a little further, carefully so not to aggravate the wound. He did another check then moved up to Barricade’s chest, lightly tapping the chassis with one hand while the other held an injection. 

          “Open. I’m going to give you a round            of antibiotics to start clearing out the            corrosion. Then we’re going to put             you on an anti-corrosion drip.”

                    THE MORE he’d thought about it, the more he’d realised that he needed to clear up the infection before putting Barricade through any extensive work.

          “Just lay back && relax. If you feel             any worse, you need to let me know.”

[paranoidsurgeon]

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[barricade2007]

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Barricade was in the hospital, waiting for replacement knee struts when he was told he had a visitor. He sat up, and looked to the door, waiting expectantly.

[paranoidsurgeon]

— //: BARRICADE

Barricade was in a panic, and he immediately signed the release form, before looking up, his spark a flurry of anxiety and fear. “Done… What else do you need me to do.”

          “This may hurt.”

                    SUBSPACING THE datapad, Spinister arranged his frame next to Barricade, one arm looping around the mech’s shoulders && the other tucked under his knees. He was as careful as he could be as he lifted Barricade && brought him close, carrying him out of the room.

          “If anyone asks, he attacked            me first, you saw it && along            your mistreatment here, you           asked to be transferred into            my care based around that.”

                    NOBODY TRIED to stop them as Spinister moved them down the hall. A few nurses && doctors had rushed past them, meaning that what the helicopter had done had been found. Not that Spinister thought a murder of an Autobot medic would go unnoticed, but desperate times called for desperate measures, && the mech had called both Barricade && the helicopter idiots to Spinister’s face. Not a good idea.

                    HE DIDN’T stop until they were free of the clinic && aboard a docked ship, where he’d carefully place Barricade on a medical slab once they arrived at the medibay. He was instantly to work; scanner attached to the slab running, the surgeon began sorting through the tools && medication that he needed.

          “Don’t have a spare tank, but I            can clear out infection with proper            medication. Got some strut replace-            ments, easy enough to put together.            I’m a good surgeon. Better than            Autobots than those idiots from before.”

[barricade2007]

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Barricade was in the hospital, waiting for replacement knee struts when he was told he had a visitor. He sat up, and looked to the door, waiting expectantly.

[paranoidsurgeon]

— //: BARRICADE

Barricade nodded, before he turned and purged violently. Once he was done, however… He flagged Spinster down. “Spinster… The processed energon… It’s black… Primus, am I going to die???”

          “Probably.”

                    SPINISTER PAUSED, realising his mistake. Telling a patient that they could die was probably against some code of conduct, but Spinister was a surgeon--there were some differences and certain things he wasn’t trained in. 

          “... if it’s not treated.”

                    SPINISTER STOPPED talking, thankfully. He simply turned && marched out of the room. He was gone for some time, a close to half an hour, before he returned with a furious expression && a datapad, which he dropped on the slab.

          “Sign this. We’re leaving.”

[barricade2007]

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Barricade was in the hospital, waiting for replacement knee struts when he was told he had a visitor. He sat up, and looked to the door, waiting expectantly.

[paranoidsurgeon]

— //: BARRICADE

Barricade yelped when he felt the needle inserted into his lines, and whined as there was sudden pressure on his ruined knee joint. He looked up to Spinster, and shrugged.

“I dunno how long I was here… A few solars? Possibly a groon… Why? What’s wrong?” He noted the stiff rotors, and his own doorwings arched up to match, before he looked to the berth, and saw the corrosion. He shivered, then looked away, knowing g what corrosion did to a mech. “I think I’m gonna be sick…”

          “Lean over the other side of            the medical slab if you’re            going to turn ill, thank you.”

                    HIS VOICE wasn’t nearly as cold as his words may have hinted. He was busy, distracted by examining the state of the struts, or lack there of, && the infection brewing within. Then the slab that Barricade rested on, lingering on the connection points with surprising interest.

          “I don’t have anything to            settle your tank. I can steal            something, I’m sure. They            don’t seem keen on being            too argumentative with me.”

[paranoidsurgeon]

          “Medic fight!”

[barricade2007]

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Barricade was in the hospital, waiting for replacement knee struts when he was told he had a visitor. He sat up, and looked to the door, waiting expectantly.

[paranoidsurgeon]

— //: BARRICADE

Barricade shivered, and leaned into the servi, before venting deeply. “A word of caution, though… The lead medic isn’t all the niceties the Autobots push off on others… He’s an aft, actually… Be careful of him.”

He reclined again, and whined as pain flared again, claws digging into the soft medical berth. “Fragging glitch spawn of Unicron..” The wound was starting to ooze a black substance, clearly showing corrosion in his lines.

                    HIS SERVO stayed in place, allowing Barricade o lean against it--despite the sharp pain that travelled through sensors. He gave a low, reassuring rumble of systems && would have continued to do so if the patient hadn’t been in pain. Or oozing corrosive substances. 

                    HE MOVED to the wound, abandoning touch && carrying his kit. He couldn’t do much aside from taking a cloth from the kit && cleaning the wound as carefully as he could, then injected the wound with anti inflammatory. It would hopefully help with the pain && perhaps ease--though not cure--the infection.

          “I want you to answer me            one question, which could            help in getting your transferred.            How long has this been going            on && how long have you been            here? In this state?”

                    HIS ROTORS were stiff again, rattling in an aggravated manner. That lead medic would be in trouble when Spinister found him to sign the transfer. He wasn’t going to kill him; who left patients like this? It was inhumane.

[paranoidsurgeon]

                    SPINISTER’S HANDS are extremely sensitive, which happens to result in others believing he’s “distracted” by them.. Touching them in any sense can disturb him; whether painfully or pleasant depends upon the gesture and intent. The fingers in general are the most sensitive && even the gentlest of touches can be agonising for him if he’s not ready. 

                    HIS SERVOS often seize up or cause over-stimulation resulting in sensory overload. This is often the cause of his angry outbursts && irritability when deal with others. It may also be the reason he is so quick to fire on anyone or anything at any given time.

[barricade2007]

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Barricade was in the hospital, waiting for replacement knee struts when he was told he had a visitor. He sat up, and looked to the door, waiting expectantly.

[paranoidsurgeon]

— //: BARRICADE

Barricade whined, before forcing himself to relax, nodding as he looked up to Spinster. “It’s what I deserved… That and the atrocities I’ve done… I.. Honestly, want to settle down, and have sparklings, but my tanks were damaged… So that outs it…”

He offered a wry smile, before looking to the door, knowing the guard was still there. “They said that it was irreparable, and I was lucky they were willing to treat my knee struts… Here’s to hoping that I can at least keep the public safe again…”

                    SPINISTER’S ROTORS lifted && flared out, a scowl hidden behind his mask && his massive frame crouched down next to the medical slab. A sensitive servo reached out && came to rest across Barricade’s forehead.

          “Frag that && whoever told you            that. If we deserve slag for the            war crimes we committed, then            so do the Autobots. They’re            just as guilty as we are. You do            NOT deserve suffering && what-            ever else that these idiots have            been doing to you.”

                    SPINISTER TOSSED a glare in the direction of the guard again, optics flashing in a threatening manner. Spinister was an idiot but he was a brilliant surgeon && big enough to spook Autobots in their place.

          “I can repair it. I’m a surgeon for frag            sake, you should have come to me.            Let’s see if I can get you a proper             transfer to my clinic. Where they            should have taken you in the first            place instead of putting you through            this mess. && they wonder why I            still don’t trust Autobots.”

[paranoidsurgeon]

— //: FLYWHEELS

The content sound of Flywheels’ engines intensified as he nuzzled into the servo at his forehelm in kind. It was nice to share such familiar gentleness once more, friendly and tender affection… “I think, even if he is scared of you, that he likes you too Spin. You’re a good friend and I’ve missed you.” Helms lightly bumping, the triple-changer returned the warmth with his own field, and then stepped forward when Spinister withdrew. Giving a reassuring smile, his servo went to the other’s shoulder to give it a light squeeze. It’s ok…

“Yeah, let’s go home.”

                    THE ACCEPTANCE visibly relaxed the helicopter && gave him all the reassurance he needed to move to the spot next to Flywheels, carefully placing a servo on his lower back && guiding him back to their ship. He ushered him pass the mess that was the halls && rooms, to the clean && tidy medbay, then motioned to the a medical slab. 

          “Sit. I want to do a full body            scan && check up, so we            don’t run into any surprises            that we can’t handle.”

                    HE BUSIED himself in gathering scanners && tools, lining them on a tray nearby the slab. Rotors hung low && vibrated in place, fingers twitching with either excitement or nerves, or perhaps both.

          “Any weird not-zombie things            that I should know about?”

[barricade2007]

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Barricade was in the hospital, waiting for replacement knee struts when he was told he had a visitor. He sat up, and looked to the door, waiting expectantly.

[paranoidsurgeon]

— //: BARRICADE

He snorted, and looked up to the ceiling. “I thought I could beat the perp to a 7th story balcony… I think it’s obvious I didn’t make it…”

                    SPINISTER PAUSED while his rotor vibrated, confusion leaking into his field. 

          “I don’t understand. What            does… that have to do…            wait--you don’t believe            that you deserve this as a             punishment for not being            able to capture your target,            do you? The way the Autobots            are treating you, I mean.I know            that I’m an idiot, I might even            be totally wrong, probably am,            but if that’s what you’re thinking,            medicine should never be used            as a punishment over something            so trivial.”

[graysanguinity]

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[paranoidsurgeon]

— //: FLYWHEELS

Flywheels’ engines purred softly and he leaned trustingly into the touch, “Still your friend, always…” He reached out, too, tentatively to make sure Spinister could see the movement… “Be happy to see the others too,” the flier grinned, touching the other mech’s forehelm with his palm and rubbing with a thumb, mirroring his friend’s gesture. “Fulcrum probably gets nervous, might still be… getting used to everyone and being online again…”

                    SPINISTER NUZZLED the servo touching him as his blades vibrated gently behind him in contentment. He missed this, attention from a gentle force that measured up to him to some degree.

          “I like him. He’s nice.            I scare him though, I            think he likes Krok the            best. Most of the crew            always did. Good leader.”

                    HE MANAGED to slid an arm around the other flyer, tugging him close && bumping helms with his friend. Affection radiated from his EM field, then he sharply pulled back--was he overstepping? He wasn’t sure.

          “Let’s go home.”

[barricade2007]

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Barricade was in the hospital, waiting for replacement knee struts when he was told he had a visitor. He sat up, and looked to the door, waiting expectantly.

[paranoidsurgeon]

— //: BARRICADE

Barricade whined as the injection burned, before sighing in relief as pain subsided. He looked to Spinster, and nodded. “Yeah, the inside ones warped while the outside struts snapped… I’m surprised I didn’t snap a main support… Guess I got lucky, there…”

He then shrugged at Spinster, waving his servo unsuredly. “I’m not sure who started treatment… The medics here all look the same.”

                    SPINISTER GAVE a thoughtful hum && continued his examination, digits sliding passed plating to the struts beneath. He was careful, massaging the metal rather then prodding it as he had the wound in general.

          “It takes a lot to snap the            main strut. Unless it is            previously damaged to a            severe degree, or you’re            wearing too heavy armour            for your frame design.”

                    HIS FIELD prickled again, agitated && protective, as he removed his servos from the mech’s frame. He stood, at his full && towering height, rotorblades flaring out behind him.

          “We should leave. This            doesn’t feel right at all. &&            I don’t trust these medics.            They didn’t give you blockers            && they don’t seem interested            in actually helping you. Which            is stupid && counterproductive.”

[paranoidsurgeon]

— //: FLYWHEELS

Flywheels half-giggled, half-squeaked as Spinister jabbed him, wings twitching in response. “No, not a zombie as far as I know. No desire to eat processors or anything, I promise.” He nodded, “Some do, others I haven’t met yet…”  Heat rose to the scavenger’s faceplates, “If you guys will have me back after I died on you. I’ll follow you to the medbay, if you want…”

                    SPINSTER’S EXPRESSION fell for a moment, thankfully the only noticeable reaction was a soften of his optics. Rotorblades shifted behind him && his servo came to rest on Flywheels’s helm, thumb brushing over the raised crest. 

          “Not a zombie, still our friend.            Always welcomed back, I will            make sure of it. Krok will be             happy to see you again, Misfire            too. && Fulcrum as well. Always            forget about him. Too quiet.”

[barricade2007]

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Barricade was in the hospital, waiting for replacement knee struts when he was told he had a visitor. He sat up, and looked to the door, waiting expectantly.

[paranoidsurgeon]

— //: BARRICADE

Barricade nodded to Spinster, granting g permission to touch, knowing he was itching to do so. “My knee struts failed, and I fell… I was chasing a mech that broke into a store, and stole several thousand shanix worth of weapons. I didn’t catch the perp.”

He hissed as something shifted, and pain flared, his claws digging into the berth. “Fraggit all the way to Unicron, it hurts…” He keened in distress, even as his EM field flared in agony. “Can you give me something, Spinster? I cant… They didn’t give me nothing when they ripped out the support struts”

          “I imagine they blame you            rather than their sub-par             living conditions for us....”

                    WHILE HE didn’t touch just yet, he wasn’t unnerved by the painful reaction. He merely reached into his subspace && removed the medical kit, his EM field prickling with disgust. Towards the Autobots, of course. He’d even tossed a glare, fiery && furious, in the direction of an Autobot loitering outside the door. A guard.

          “Do you know which one is            treating you? I think they             need a reminder as to why            pain blockers are important.”

                    THE INJECTION was given swiftly, with precision that many forgot that Spinister possessed. The liquid would burn briefly then numb as it travelled through lines, not the best but all Spinister had to offer. He patted the Decepticon’s shoulder then travelled to the wounded leg, digits carefully prodding at the wound with interest.

          “You mentioned that they removed             the support structs? Did they tell             you why? That seems drastic.”

[barricade2007]

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Barricade was in the hospital, waiting for replacement knee struts when he was told he had a visitor. He sat up, and looked to the door, waiting expectantly.

[paranoidsurgeon]

                    SPINISTER GLARED down at the Autobot doctor as he passed them, entering the room && marching over to the medical slab that his fellow Decepticon rested. His rotorblades were flared out, possessive && angry--his EM field latched onto those emotions as well as protective.

          “Too many Autobots--            they keep watch of your            room like they own you.            They almost didn’t let me            in. Had to prove I was a            surgeon. Pathetic. Won’t            won’t even close the door.”

                    HIS MASSIVE frame lowered && optics scanned over the Decepticon’s frame, still agitated by the event. It was obvious he was looking for injury or signs of neglect from the doctors. His servos hovered, a silent request for permission to touch, to further his investigation.

          “How do you feel? Are you            in any pain? I have blockers            && a full medical kit. A trusted            one, that Autobots didn’t touch.”