step one: stop fighting robots

[wreckers]

Who: Verity and OPENish
Where: Autobot Clinic
When: Noooow??
What: The fallout of this
Warnings: Injuries, TBD.


[ Once she shook loose from Arcee, Verity bagged out. She was not inclined to trust anyone let alone someone closely associated with Prowl, on good terms or not, but she trusted Arcee to run interference long enough for her to clear out of there. Running away happened to be one of Verity's talents and one she took immediate advantage of when the opportunity presented itself. ]

Shit - shit.

[ Burning rubber screeched on the metal floor of the clinic followed by a loud crash when a disoriented Verity slammed into a nearby steel utility table; spilling all kinds of equipment onto the floor. The clinic was dark - of course it was, everyone was off getting stupid at that party at the forum. Verity swore louder as she staggered up and waved her arm wildly in front of a motion sensor near the doorframe that brought the lights back on.

I fucked up, was all Verity could think while stumbling through the clinic wildly searching for anything that looked human friendly. ]

Enough people on this rock they should have painkillers or someth- hnng.

[ Verity stopped near a minicon sized gurney. She pulled herself up and once she was sitting felt the full force of what a little scuffle with something rip snorting pissed off and over thirty feet tall did. The plates of her armor retracted back until she was down to her clothes. Stomach rolling as she took rapid shallow breaths close to hyperventilating, pulling her shirt up to find angry red and purple bruising covering her entire right side. She cringed, looking down to see the inflamed mess that was her foot that twisted awkwardly at the ankle.

Winded, Verity collapsed on her back. Leaving her armor in pieces around her on the ground as she tried to steady her breathing. ]

Comments

[asafepairofhands]

"What the fresh, slagging hell--"

Fortunately, Ratchet had left the party (such as it was) as early as he possibly could manage without upsetting Ironhide directly. He nearly tripped over the toppled table, feeling it foul his crutches as his foot slipped on the tools, hopping free and looking absolutely livid as he looked around trying to figure out who had knocked around in the medibay kicking things over. He freezes when he catches sight of the small, limp form on the table, his expression calcifying and the bottom falling from his tanks.

"Verity," he manages, voice ragged and shaky as he limps over as fast as he can, shaking his second crutch free of the mess on the floor. "What happened--?"

[optout]

Optimus had been keeping tabs on the medical bay since everyone returned, wanting to make sure everything was accounted for and taken care of. Call it one more responsibility added to his list in this place, but certainly one he didn't mind. But hearing a crash like that certainly didn't sound good, and Optimus's earpiece perks up in alertness as he follows it, making sure to watch his footing. Came with the territory when you're one of the taller members of the species.

But he doesn't expect to see a human there--and more importantly, one he knows.

"Verity."

Yes, Optimus, you're good at this. "You're here? You're...injured." Oh god, and pretty badly too. He hurries over, kneeling down at a slight distance to make way for his size, to get a closer look. "We haven't had contact from you in ages...is anything broken?"

He guesses, but...best to let the human tell him instead of being an ass of u and me. Hands gesture out to attempt to get her to a better place than the floor.

(A few days lateur)

[aminerproblem]

[Verity was the first human they'd had as a patient at the clinic, and as unfortunate as the circumstances were that put her on the medical berth to begin with, he still found himself curious about them. Talking with June didn't really cover the whole scope of an entire species, did it?]

[So, some time later, he kneels down to the small berth and the even smaller patient, he does his best to hide his own intrigue. He was here to tend to her first and foremost.]

How are you feeling?

for Ratchet

[wreckers]

"Do you think the more doggerel verses in Megatron's romantic phase was early fumbling or some kind of swipe at popular literature? Hell, what was popular during the Senate years?"

Verity looked up from the tablet she had balanced on her bent knees, end of a electronic pen still in her mouth. Back propped against the wall with her knees up and a blanket underneath her the spot on Ratchet's desk she annexed for herself was almost cozy. Almost if she weren't making increasingly obvious attempts to fill the stale and oppressively awkward air in the room with words. Ratchet was working, and Verity was throwing out her entire arsenal of conversation starters without much luck.

It had been a little more than a week since what had now been cleverly rebranded The Incident, and four days since her seizure. A lot had happened in that short span of time and while Verity had all but received a clean bill of health she had stayed in the clinic even after the line about staying for observation was exhausted. Truthfully, she didn't want to risk finding Prowl still sniffing around her usual haunts - and neither did she want to leave Ratchet alone when he was looking older by the day. If that were possible for a giant robots. Verity set her tablet and pen down. If just to make a noise.

"You're awful quiet."

>_>; yeah lets go with like a day or two later

[taselikeabee]

[ you know how word gets around, yeah? so it really shouldn't be too surprising to see one minibot finding his way to the clinic.

he doesn't say much. Bee doesn't have to kneel to get low to the makeshift bed. honestly he sits down next to it. this could be a little awkward, considering Bee hadn't really had much contact with humans in the last oh... what is it now? year and a half? two years? something like that. maybe even longer where Verity herself is concerned. ]

It's been a while since I've seen your happy face around.

[ a light ribbing, honestly. yes, Bumblebee could ask how she is doing, but that's probably obvious isn't it? besides... he doesn't remember her liking the 'fragile human' treatment very much. might as well try a different direction, right? ]

days later

[lethalimpact]

Megatron had mentioned that Verity had been admitted to the Medical bay, and although Ratchet had probably suggested he not touch anything (at this point he was nurse only in title thanks to First Aid), he couldn't help but peek in to check up on her. She was...after all, someone he knew. Maybe not now, but further down the line.

He's curious, okay.

He wanders in, without making a sound from his mouth, although his footsteps are another matter entirely. He's not the most graceful goose on the lake. "You awake?"

Well if she isn't, she probably would be now. These are his bedside manners aren't they great.