"Spinister, stop it." He grunts, holding his placating hand out to the Scientist. His processor swims as he tries harder to pull himself up the wall, not willing to accept that he can't get up. "This is Pharma. It wasn't him who did this; he's here to help."
Sagging back down the wall he gives up trying to move, instead staring up at the two medics, his right optic flickering before going out. Hm. Perhaps not the best sign.
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"Spinister, stop it." He grunts, holding his placating hand out to the Scientist. His processor swims as he tries harder to pull himself up the wall, not willing to accept that he can't get up. "This is Pharma. It wasn't him who did this; he's here to help."
Sagging back down the wall he gives up trying to move, instead staring up at the two medics, his right optic flickering before going out. Hm. Perhaps not the best sign.