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robothell2015-02-07 04:50 pm
whatbedsidemanners) wrote in robothell2015-02-07 04:50 pm
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Not Required to Care
Who: Red Alert and anyone
Where: Her Clinic
When: ????
What: Red Alert struggles not to get involved with this bullshit
Warnings: Red Alert's bedside manners (like always)
There's been so much going down in her clinic these days that Red Alert's stopped really trying to follow it. She knew of Nautica and Drift, and had helped tend to them. She mostly left them to Ratchet, however, as she felt that they were more his patients than hers. Sentinel, she tended to reluctantly, though she wondered if she was the only person in this place who regularly tolerated him. A rarity in her world.
After spending an hour in the back, fretting over supplies, she left and cast a critical eye over the state of her clinic. It was functional, but surely she could do better. She could always do better.
Sighing, she got back to work. There was so much to do.
Where: Her Clinic
When: ????
What: Red Alert struggles not to get involved with this bullshit
Warnings: Red Alert's bedside manners (like always)
There's been so much going down in her clinic these days that Red Alert's stopped really trying to follow it. She knew of Nautica and Drift, and had helped tend to them. She mostly left them to Ratchet, however, as she felt that they were more his patients than hers. Sentinel, she tended to reluctantly, though she wondered if she was the only person in this place who regularly tolerated him. A rarity in her world.
After spending an hour in the back, fretting over supplies, she left and cast a critical eye over the state of her clinic. It was functional, but surely she could do better. She could always do better.
Sighing, she got back to work. There was so much to do.
best friends forever tbh
Things are starting to rattle around again, however, and he's decided he needs a check up. He's also decided Red Alert is the medic he trusts the most here, lucky for her. He'll be nice and knock instead of just striding in and demanding help. Amazing.
loud groaning noises
She glanced up at him and raised an eye ridge. A irritable glance-over told her all she needed to know, so she pointed at a nearby chair with her good hand. She had been wondering if she'd ever see Sentinel again, or if perhaps he had wandered off and fallen into some deep, dark hole. As if she'd be so lucky.
But as waspish as her thoughts sometimes were about him, she really didn't mind that he existed. It could be worse, she figured. He could be that other Rodimus. The one she spent a good amount of time pretending to ignore. Where had the other Rodimus gone anyway? Hopefully far, far away from her.
"Staying out of trouble, Sentinel?"
Which was almost friendly for Red Alert.
F IS FOR FRIENDS WHO DO STUFF TOGETHER
"Trying to." That's the truth, he can't really afford any more damage. Literally everyone on the planet would probably tap dance on his corpse if he ever dropped dead, save for Proteus - who he had to ask for help with clearing out his joints. Embarrassing, really. It's been a month and he's gone from imposing Prime figure to barely able to walk a mile.
"This visit won't be a month long, at least." Hahahah the joke is he's not actually dying this time.
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"You're worse off than I thought. Stay here while I get the parts I need."
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Then, he makes a horrible mistake; "Be quick about it."