robothell | More Medibay Shenanigans

Who: Megatron, Aftermath, Rodimus, Ratchet, Nautica maybe more?
Where: le Medibay
When: The week after the pissbabies punch each other
What: Post checkup bonding and other assorted things
Warnings: Descriptions of robo doctoring and medicine

Day 1: Megatron only stayed in the medibay as long as his chemical cleansing kept him from leaving. The first time, it was a few hours that Ratchet's ghastly mixture anchored him to the building. No unusual adverse reactions - well, save for the bad mood he was in at basically being instructed to sit and do nothing for an afternoon when he wanted to help.

There'd at least been a spare datapad to occupy his time. Sentinel was still unconscious, not that he'd make much of a room partner either way. Staring at the little device in his hand, he found himself beginning to write.

It's been a while.

Day 2: Follow up. It was after the first dose that he was informed he'd need to continue the same treatment for the rest of the week. Well over a million years of consuming barely-edible fuel left it's mark on his internals.

He decided to stay longer that day, even after the feeling of his innards liquidating subsided into something still irritating, but manageable. It was in his second meeting that Megatron realized he didn't have to be here only as a patient - and well, that rekindled an old hope for him for something he nearly thought impossible. Ratchet certainly seemed to care about him in some bizarre way, so he'd see how far he could go with this.

Helping the two doctors clear out more rubble and obstructive debris from deeper in the building seemed like a good place to start. A little discomfort wouldn't stop him from working.

Day 8: Finished with the regimen, Megatron found himself feeling exceedingly light and agile. It was difficult to describe. When he'd first entered, he certainly didn't feel impaired in any way - barring some of the damage from being riddled with Sentinel's plasma blasts. He would be fine if he'd just said no to Ratchet's solution and just continued without it.

But this was a different altogether, everything inside seemed to mesh and move as if it were freshly built. His transformation cog would sing rather than merely.. function. He wasn't sure how long this feeling would last - but something about it made him want to approach one of the doctors, for reasons that have been building up for the past few days.

He found himself making his way to visit the familiar room where he'd always met with Ratchet for the past week, as if expecting him to always be there.

Threaded | Flat

The first time Aftermath steps into the infirmary, it's to try and arrange for some personal medical supplies from the personnel there. He's known that Megatron had been going in a few hours every day for some treatment regarding his long-term exposure to poor quality energon.

He hadn't really been expecting the sight of Sentinel bloody Prime laid out on the berth there though. That gave him a bit of a spark flicker, that did.

Spotting Megatron on the other berth, the old truck warily makes his way over, giving Sentinel a proper amount of space. Better safe than sorry.

"Megatron." There's possibly some unnerved tones to his voice. "Sorry to interrupt your writing, but am I actually hallucinating or is that Sentinel Prime over there?"

Red Alert had done a pretty good job getting the clinic up and running, but taking it from 'makeshift' to 'fully functional' would require a little longer, and a little more expertise in fixing the kind of machines that weren't alive.

Nautica had taken it upon herself to rewire the building. Having cables running along the floor meant someone could trip and disconnect life support, or get a jolt of power in a way that wasn't quite what one wanted in a recharge.

That rather than any love for dark, rusty, enclosed spaces was why she was crawling around in the ceiling. When she accidentally put her weight on a panel whose anchor bolts had corroded through, it was just Megatron's bad luck to be directly underneath the falling sheet of metal. It was almost followed by a falling Nautica, but she caught herself in time, hanging head first halfway out of the new hole in the ceiling and blinking in consternation. She had of course managed to keep a solid grip on her wrench, which was glowing in a fashion much like a torch and much unlike a wrench.

"Oh! Hi, Megatron. ...And sorry."

Ratchet, for his part, is still figuring out what to do with this strange new person he feels like he should hate. He knows it's unfair to blame everything that happened during the war on someone who doesn't remember, to take out any frustration and grief he has on someone who wasn't at fault, even if he only strictly wasn't at fault yet. And he knew how much Megatron had captured Orion's curiosity, back when.

It was just that Ratchet hadn't expected to like him quite so well.

So when Megatron had insisted on hanging around at the medibay and helping to set things up, Ratchet hadn't argued--just accepted, and gave him short jobs, and kept things as polite and professional as he could while he observed. He noticed his treatments were working, too, and that was an uncomplicatedly good feeling. His optics brighten a little as he watches the spring in Megatron's step as he comes into the medibay.

"Feeling better, are we?" His voice is dry, but warm, his optics flicking over Megatron clinically. "Told you."

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