[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Technical Difficulties [Closed]
Sept 24, 2017 20:24:18 GMT -5
Post by Bumblebee on Sept 24, 2017 20:24:18 GMT -5
Week 2, Day 3 - Shortly after Cat and Mouse
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Bumblebee vented out a quiet huff of a sigh. Today had not been great, and it was only now that he was by himself in front of the med bay holding his detached finger did he realize just how badly he'd probably messed up. He'd been stood here for what felt like forever, thinking back on what'd just happened. Sure, the reality was closer to five minutes or so, but... he found himself hesitant to take another step, not wanting the doors to detect his presence and open.
He was calm now, at least there was that. He hadn't meant to get so angry back there – and still couldn't work out why he had. The lack of Energon had made him irritable, but that was really no excuse for things to go the way they had. Once he realized that Raf hadn't been eaten by Bolo, that should've been the end of it. He'd been scared, but the anger that'd come with that fear hadn't gone away until Carbine and Bolo had left the room, and even then that was because he didn't want Raf to see him like that. It was bad enough Raf had heard his normally chipper beeps be filled with hostility. Miko, too, she'd seen everything – including Bee punching the wall. The last thing he wanted to do was scare them.
Another vent of a sigh left him, and he'd look down at his servos in dismay. One was badly mangled, missing a finger and still bleeding. It had puncture marks and scrapes, and had been well and truly chewed on by the powerful jaws of the canine cassette. The other was curled into a loose fist, with the missing finger enclosed safely within. His knuckles were scraped, bright silver peeking its way through the darker gray from where he'd hit the wall.
Miko had departed the Control Room pretty quickly after explaining things to Raf, something about going to hang with Bulkhead until it was time to go home. Bee had gently insisted to Raf that he was fine, and that he should finish up his homework or something while Bee got his servo looked at – and Raf had reluctantly agreed. Of course, unbeknownst to Bee, his best friend also felt just as bad about the events of earlier, and had gone to see Optimus.
His optics would whir some, frowning. He never did like medical bays – at least, not this one. It was nothing to do with Ratchet – after all, he trusted the Medic with his life and knew first hand just how skilled he was. But they weren't exactly drowning in resources here at the Omega Base, and Bumblebee didn't want them to be wasted on him – especially after something like this which was entirely his own fault. But there was no playing off this injury, his servo needed looking at, and his finger needed to be reattached. The latter shouldn't be a huge deal, at least not to Ratchet. Ratchet had reattached both of Bumblebee's arms back during the war after Megatron had left him for dead. So this should be nothing, right?
Another blip from his HUD drew his attention back to the door in front of him, and he'd shift his weight so he was standing up a little straighter. He just had to get this over with. This was the first step in making things right – once this was done, he made a mental note to seek out Carbine and apologize, as well as tell Optimus. He'd find a way to make it up to Raf, too – the last thing he wanted was for Raf to feel guilty or take the blame for any of this.
He vented in sharply before he'd take a step forward so the door would slide open, then, another step - and he'd make his way into the room itself.
--Uh, hey Ratchet.-- Came the tired, nervous beeps. --Ya busy?--
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Bumblebee vented out a quiet huff of a sigh. Today had not been great, and it was only now that he was by himself in front of the med bay holding his detached finger did he realize just how badly he'd probably messed up. He'd been stood here for what felt like forever, thinking back on what'd just happened. Sure, the reality was closer to five minutes or so, but... he found himself hesitant to take another step, not wanting the doors to detect his presence and open.
He was calm now, at least there was that. He hadn't meant to get so angry back there – and still couldn't work out why he had. The lack of Energon had made him irritable, but that was really no excuse for things to go the way they had. Once he realized that Raf hadn't been eaten by Bolo, that should've been the end of it. He'd been scared, but the anger that'd come with that fear hadn't gone away until Carbine and Bolo had left the room, and even then that was because he didn't want Raf to see him like that. It was bad enough Raf had heard his normally chipper beeps be filled with hostility. Miko, too, she'd seen everything – including Bee punching the wall. The last thing he wanted to do was scare them.
Another vent of a sigh left him, and he'd look down at his servos in dismay. One was badly mangled, missing a finger and still bleeding. It had puncture marks and scrapes, and had been well and truly chewed on by the powerful jaws of the canine cassette. The other was curled into a loose fist, with the missing finger enclosed safely within. His knuckles were scraped, bright silver peeking its way through the darker gray from where he'd hit the wall.
Miko had departed the Control Room pretty quickly after explaining things to Raf, something about going to hang with Bulkhead until it was time to go home. Bee had gently insisted to Raf that he was fine, and that he should finish up his homework or something while Bee got his servo looked at – and Raf had reluctantly agreed. Of course, unbeknownst to Bee, his best friend also felt just as bad about the events of earlier, and had gone to see Optimus.
His optics would whir some, frowning. He never did like medical bays – at least, not this one. It was nothing to do with Ratchet – after all, he trusted the Medic with his life and knew first hand just how skilled he was. But they weren't exactly drowning in resources here at the Omega Base, and Bumblebee didn't want them to be wasted on him – especially after something like this which was entirely his own fault. But there was no playing off this injury, his servo needed looking at, and his finger needed to be reattached. The latter shouldn't be a huge deal, at least not to Ratchet. Ratchet had reattached both of Bumblebee's arms back during the war after Megatron had left him for dead. So this should be nothing, right?
Another blip from his HUD drew his attention back to the door in front of him, and he'd shift his weight so he was standing up a little straighter. He just had to get this over with. This was the first step in making things right – once this was done, he made a mental note to seek out Carbine and apologize, as well as tell Optimus. He'd find a way to make it up to Raf, too – the last thing he wanted was for Raf to feel guilty or take the blame for any of this.
He vented in sharply before he'd take a step forward so the door would slide open, then, another step - and he'd make his way into the room itself.
--Uh, hey Ratchet.-- Came the tired, nervous beeps. --Ya busy?--