Ambulon hasn’t seen First Aid in some time. Since the arrival of the spore outbreak things have been…strange around the Medibay. Of course Ambulon had been exposed to the spore early on; such is the occupational hazard. He knows how the pollen has effected his systems and he can only imagine what havoc it is wrecking on his coworkers.

Shifting uncomfortably on his feet, Ambulon pauses outside the washracks where he suspects First Aid is rinsing. He’s seen a lot of things this past week. A lot of mechs in dire straits, desperately overcharged. He’s managed to keep a level head thus far, he can’t see any reason why just checking up on first aid would be any different.

“Hey. First Aid, are you in there?” He calls, knocking gently on the metal door.