Waking Up Again

[stealthy_lion]

Thursday Afternoon*His head still swam just that little bit, and the soreness hadn't gone away. Part of him was still rather confused regarding his friends and their agenda with him. He shifted a little, wondering if a little physical movement might help to ease some of the haze in his processor. His body protested vehemently and he groaned through

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[autobot_ratchet]

*wanders across after watching First Aid leave*

Steeljaw... how do you feel?

[trivia_bot]

*Rewind watched all the drama playing out around him only half-heartedly, more concerned with making sure none of the shouting going on woke Steeljaw up and scared him. He'd almost wanted to throw something at Sunstreaker's head when THAT one started yelling.

Only his concern for his little brother kept him where he was, one arm draped protectively around him as he leaned over and hummed or spoke softly into his audios to soothe him.

Now the bay was empty again. Then Steeljaw stirred and he looked down at the lion to see his optics flicker on dimly, ears twitching. Quietly he answers...*

Yeah, its me... it's your bro Rewind...

*he sat up a little straighter at the wince*

what hurts, bro? tell me... I'll help you.

*he looks over as Ratchet comes up.* He said something hurts, I dont know what though...

[hep_kat]

*Jazz cautiously sticks his head into medbay, and when no one immediately takes it off, he enters and makes his way to Steeljaw's berth.*

*softly, not wanting to disturb Steeljaw* Hey, 'Wind... hey, Ratch.

[stealthy_lion]

*taking a bit of effort to move, Steeljaw pressed his muzzle lightly into his brother's hand, relieved that at least there was someone he could trust, someone who still cared for him despite everything*

mouth... throat... hurts...

[sport_bot]

*stops by on his way to the wash racks, wanting to know how his brother was doing. He wasn't good with opening thoughtful sentences however, so he simply stood near the doorway thinking of what to say*

[autobot_ratchet]

Eject... what can I do for you? *takes in the cassettebot's appearance* You're not injured are you?

((*OOC Ratchet spots Eject here))

[sport_bot]

Wha- Ah no no, I'm fine just.... a little dirty, heh.. *glances at Steeljaw and Rewind* I just...wanted to know how he was doing..

[autobot_ratchet]

He's much better. Still a little sore understandably. And if you want to come in here, you're going to have to clean yourself up. What the slag were you doing? Rolling around in a mud pit?

[trivia_bot]

((OOC: unsquish like poof!))

*He reaches for the medicinal energon and gently lifts up Steeljaw's muzzle in his other hand, letting the energon trickle in slowly. He nearly drops the cube when Steeljaw squirms and tries to pull away with a whimper.*

Whoa... easy there... gonna be alright. So it hurts to swallow does it? *he sets the cube down and rubs the lion's head and ears soothingly.* Alright, slow and easy then... *looks over at Ratchet* It hurts him to swallow, Ratchet...

*to Jazz* [I can play back the recording via comm to you now...

Jazz:Vortex grabbed Jaw an' took off with him.
Mirage: *calm, detached* I see... When are you heading out?
Jazz: We weren't goin'. I don' think I could take seein' you get torn up a second time. *pause* You're takin' it awful... calm.
Mirage: *clipped* No sense in getting upset and beating my chest.
Jazz: *chuckle* Point.

... That's what Vortex made him listen to. That, on top of a few other things said to him, plus the pain from his leg and the infection, it all set him off.]

[hep_kat]

*Jazz's intakes draw in sharply and his optics flare dangerously - so brightly they're visible through his visor.*

That... slaggin'... mis-sparked... *He sputters to a halt. He simply can't think of anything vile enough to call Vortex right now.*

[autobot_ratchet]

Frag... Okay Steeljaw, I'm going to need you to open your mouth as wide as you can. It's probably just irritated, but I need to make sure.

[1st_aid_kit]

*First Aid finishes up his energon cube and makes his way toward the group. He goes on the opposite side as Jazz, not quite feeling comfortable enough to be too close at the moment.*

Boss? Do you need any help? *He can't just sit and do nothing, he wasn't built for that.*

[ironhorsehide]

Ironhide to med bay. Could ya send down a medic to the brig. Got a patient for ya.

[1st_aid_kit]

Alright. I'll get right on it, boss. *He gives another pat to Steeljaw's mane.* We'll take care of you. I just need a little bit of time to come up with something.

*He looks up at the general comm.*

Ironhide? Who is the patient?

[ironhorsehide]

*There was a slight hesitation over the commlink as Ironhide paused before answering.*

It's Hound, Aid. Not sure what happened but he's in sorry shape.

[1st_aid_kit]

*A sigh* I was afraid of that. We'll have someone come down right away.

*He looks up at Ratchet, knowing he probably shouldn't be asking again.* ...boss? May I?

[hep_kat]

*Jazz trudges into medbay supporting a limp, semi-conscious Beachcomber and takes him over to an empty berth.*

He collapsed while he was fiddlin' with the security camera in th' armory. He says it's cause he hasn't fueled or recharged in a while. Then he collapsed again when he was tryin' to leave the armory an' go to his quarters.

... Thought it might be better to bring him here. An' if none o' you needs me t' do anything, I'm gonna go sit and stare off into space for a while.

[autobot_ratchet]

Collapsed? *stares at the Minibot* What the frag have you done to yourself Beachcomber? *moves over to scan him*

Thanks Jazz.

[peacefultravels]

*Gazes straight passed Ratchet, as to his optics there were three images of the CMO looming over him.*

*Slurs out* Nothin' some recharge can't fix.

[autobot_ratchet]

*shakes his head* Yeah, recharge... and I'm the reincarnation of Primus himself.

*checks the scan and double checks* Beachcomber... you haven't been taking anything you shouldn't have, have you?