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robothell2015-01-03 01:22 pm
whatbedsidemanners) wrote in robothell2015-01-03 01:22 pm
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Bedside Manners
Who: Red Alert, Sentinel, and anyone
Where: Medical clinic somewhere in the city
When: Two weeks after arrival (Or whenever really)
What: Red Alert finds a medical clinic and works on getting it up and running
Warnings: Red Alert's bedside manners
The medical centre is in somewhat decent shape. She does have some problems though. For one, she's having trouble getting power to certain parts of the station. A medic she may be, but a technician she is not. Luckily, she manages to get some crucial machines working, but if anyone needs any surgical work done, then they're very much out of luck. Still, this is more than she had before, and she's quite pleased with the progress she's made.
She asked Sentinel to help her, and he did. In return, she fashions him a (semi)brand new hand. It isn't pretty, but it is functional. He's just have to be happy with that. Now, she really, really, really wants him to leave. To her credit, she at least tries to be subtle about it.
"That's all for today." She says, shortly after Sentinel had moved a piece of furniture from one side of the room to the other. "Now please leave."
Later on, after finally getting rid of Sentinel, Red Alert is found outside the clinic, trying hard to dislodge a piece of debris from what used to be a window. Sure, she could have Sentinel do that for her, but she had forgotten to ask him in her haste to get rid of him. Unfortunately, her small, thin frame is no match for the hunk of rock. That doesn't stop her from trying.
After that, she could be found indoors, doing whatever medics do when they don't have reckless idiots to scold.
Where: Medical clinic somewhere in the city
When: Two weeks after arrival (Or whenever really)
What: Red Alert finds a medical clinic and works on getting it up and running
Warnings: Red Alert's bedside manners
The medical centre is in somewhat decent shape. She does have some problems though. For one, she's having trouble getting power to certain parts of the station. A medic she may be, but a technician she is not. Luckily, she manages to get some crucial machines working, but if anyone needs any surgical work done, then they're very much out of luck. Still, this is more than she had before, and she's quite pleased with the progress she's made.
She asked Sentinel to help her, and he did. In return, she fashions him a (semi)brand new hand. It isn't pretty, but it is functional. He's just have to be happy with that. Now, she really, really, really wants him to leave. To her credit, she at least tries to be subtle about it.
"That's all for today." She says, shortly after Sentinel had moved a piece of furniture from one side of the room to the other. "Now please leave."
Later on, after finally getting rid of Sentinel, Red Alert is found outside the clinic, trying hard to dislodge a piece of debris from what used to be a window. Sure, she could have Sentinel do that for her, but she had forgotten to ask him in her haste to get rid of him. Unfortunately, her small, thin frame is no match for the hunk of rock. That doesn't stop her from trying.
After that, she could be found indoors, doing whatever medics do when they don't have reckless idiots to scold.
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"...ah," he says, wincing slightly, and he at least has the good grace to look embarrassed. "Right. Sorry. Let me get that for you." Ratchet's not the biggest mech around but he's built to hold down struggling larger patients, and when he puts his shoulder to the stone and shoves hard it crumbles and shifts away from the window, clearing it.
"There. ...you already have a setup here? I just arrived, but I was thinking about putting something together." He dusts his hands carefully and inclines his head. "I'm Ratchet."
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"This is the Medical Centre I've set up, yes." She said coolly, "And thank you for helping me, Ratchet. I think it might be more beneficial if medics stayed in one location." After a pause, she suddenly remembered introductions. "My name is Red Alert."
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"Oh," he says, then catches himself, shaking his head. "Sorry. I know someone by that name but he's, um. Not you, clearly. But yeah, you're right--better to pool our resources, I think." Ratchet's mouth twists up wryly at one corner. "So, is the war over, where you're from?"