#aidings

[pharmanic]

if he said help me kill the president, i'd say he needs medicine... sick of screaming let us in, the wires got the best of him,

All that he invested in goes straight to hell

straight to hell

indie. priv. sel. headcanon based Pharma and First Aid of transformers // @pharmanic & @medicillin

[pharmanic]

@aidings replied: Old man…

"Oh, I'm sorry, what was that? I can't hear you from all the way down there. Maybe grab a step stool."

[pharmanic]

“Sir? It’s…Our shift ended for the night.” First Aid peeks through the door, cautiously entering with a soft knock. “I brought you something.”

She moves forward and sets a flask on the edge of Pharma’s desk. “It’s not engex, don’t worry. Just some light energon for a pick me up.” She smiles, optics cycling behind her visor. “Keep up your strength! Your part of the ward is a bit…hectic tonight, haha!”

First Aid had a habit of just showing up at times. Thankfully, this time at least, he's not in the middle of something he has to scurry to hide away from public view. No, for now he's just dealing with paperwork and charting. The CMO doesn't acknowledge her entrance. Not till she approaches him.

Optics glance over to the object she places on the desk. "Ah. Well thank you." A servo slowly reaches for it to pull it closer to himself. "When is my side of the ward not hectic..." He mutters to himself.

"It's a little late for you to be wondering around. As you said, our shift is over. Should you not be retiring for the night?"

[pharmanic]

@aidings

"FIRST AID STOP TOUCHING MY FUCKING THINGS CHALLENGE."

[pharmanic]

"Y'all hear somethin? 'Cause I don't."

[pharmanic]

@aidings asked: "look at me"

send   “ look at me. “   for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing mine by the chin and forcing mine to look at them during a tense / highly emotional moment. 

The importance of self image, the importance of his employees seeing him as a constant— as an unwavering force who can roll with the punches and come out the other side unphased. It was crucial to all of this going smoothly. Otherwise, they would simply fall into panic and fear.

And yet, panic and fear is exactly where he finds himself. Bottling all the necessary information in the hopes of protecting them. He knows firsthand what the DJD— what Tarn— is capable of, and he refuses to allow the two medics under his command to fall to the same fate.

But every day it gets harder to harder to keep it together. He had only a few days left before the next pickup. And he was at least four T-cogs short. That wasn't going to fly. Patients just weren't dying quick enough, and as solutions popped into his processor, he found himself scared of his own thoughts and plans. But it was all necessary.

Pharma isn't sure how long he had been spiraling. It had started on an argument about the messy state of the nurses station. It had been an unneeded argument, but with his tipping point right front and center, he can't seem to help flying off the handle and reverting to over controlling and micromanaging. He had been shouting about all sorts of supposed problems before finding himself breaking down. Breath quickening, form shaking, voice wavering.

He feels hot tears burning at his eyes as he continues before suddenly gasping as the smaller individual grabs him by the faceplates. Optics cycle a moment before trying to focus in on First Aid.

"I-...." he stammers, trying to find the best way to back out of the situation. "...I'm sorry... I-... There's a lot that needs to be done-... I need to-... I need to go."

[pharmanic]

@aidings

First Aid opens the box and freezes. Pharma cant see her expression behind her visor but it's obvious by the rigidity in her shoulders that she doesn't know what to say.

"I'm- eh...thank you." She settles on, relaxing a bit.

There's a long pause and a hint of sadness clings to the air. Finally, she speaks again. The warmth has returned to her tone.

"Would you like to share it with me? I can't eat all this by myself."

Pharma gives a surprised look. That was... somewhat easier than he expected.

"...Well alright." He responds, moving to cut into the cake. Straight down the middle.