robothell | (no subject)

Who: Bee, Verity, Ratchet - open to anyone around the clinic
Where: Clinic
When: After Verity hears the bad news
What: Helping Verity cope / bothering Ratchet for repairs
Warnings: tbd?

( Verity )

[ as soon as Bee heard the distress in Verity's voice, he knew that he had to be there. it's something that he had wanted to spare her, and a few other people, from knowing. Bumblebee doesn't really want to lie, but it's hard for people to accept death. Verity has had so many things ripped from her and Bee doesn't want to be one of those things. the kid has enough on her plate to deal with. the weight of losing another friend shouldn't be added to that pile until some weight is taken off.

still, it had been inevitable. Bee knows this. secrets - even if his passing really hadn't been one - never stay buried forever. honestly, it should have been himself that relayed that information to his human friend. having her hear it from another source? that's going to be double painful and for that Bumblebee wishes that he had said something either.

without further adieu, he is at the clinic. Verity is still likely recovering - Bee doesn't really know how fast humans heal up - so that makes it rather easy for her to find. again, like before, he doesn't say much. instead he meanders over to her and just sits down. he doesn't know how to start this conversation. hell, Bee doesn't really WANT to have this conversation. ]

I'm sorry.

[ for not saying anything. for causing unknown grief. for not outliving her. ]

( Ratchet )

[ after talking to Verity, Bee lingers around for a while. mostly it's the chance to see Ratchet. the cranky medic had always been one of his closer friends - at least in Bumblebee's opinion. the guy is probably running himself ragged. all work and none of it really towards himself. Ratchet helps so many people, but who is really there to help him? initially, that's what Bumblebee is mulling about for. someone has to get the guy to take a moment for himself, right?

there's also the issue of his own scorched armor and missing badge. it's something he does need to bring up, but maybe now isn't the best of times. thus Bee walks around, ready to hunt his friend down. seriously, it shouldn't take this long. it's not like Ratchet is going anywhere fast, right? ]

( Open )

[ after talking with Verity and Ratchet, Bumblebee doesn't really feel like going anywhere, but at the same time he doesn't like just being idle. there's no where that he has to be. since Optimus is in charge, there's no burden of leadership to weigh him down either. it's been ages since Bee has had free time to himself. he honestly doesn't know what to do with it. what does one do when they are not bound to their responsibilities or duties? trying to relax? it's not really working.

he drives laps around the clinic area. Bee paces in the building itself and in the open areas close by. there's no where to go. no place to be. it's, frankly, starting to drive him nuts. ]

Threaded | Flat

[ Verity despite the odds stacked against her healed quickly enough that simple stubbornness could be to blame. Only it was a moot point; she was lively and alert enough - in control enough to be alert and moving unassisted.

Complications arose in the wake of a supposed insignificant conversation struck up over the network with Sideswipe. Suddenly, her seizing was more abrupt and between these stressful periods all she ever did was sleep or obsessively scour the network. ]

Are you?

[ Verity didn't look up from the data pad she was reading. Eyes bruised with the dark circles of too many sleepless hours reading. This time around it was one of Megatron's pre-war diatribes. Not sparring Bee a passing glance as she flipped through the pages. ]

The glossed over reports from everyone else seemed to suffice.