[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Prescription for work (Ratchet, Patch, Closed, Fin)
May 1, 2019 15:48:38 GMT -5
Post by Ratchet on May 1, 2019 15:48:38 GMT -5
Ratchet had remained standing where he was, leaning back against the bench, as he had when he had started talking. He had watched as she absorbed his words, and had been at least somewhat reassured that she had understood the seriousness of what he was saying. He was pleased to see she wasn’t brushing off what he was trying to say, trying to warn her.
She spoke, seeming to understand what he had said...
But then she had gone on.
The doctor’s body language instantly shifted. As Patch spoke of whatever had happened not being his fault, as she spoke about whatever had affected him, had said she was sorry it had happened...it became clear Ratchet was not comfortable and reacted almost violently.
Stiffening, he pushed off from the bench, turning around to quickly begin reorganizing various tools and equipment that didn’t need to be moved, shifting one glass vial for another, almost randomly. His field had shut down swiftly and instantly. His voice was abrupt and professional. The small tools clinked faintly as they were moved.
“Yes, well, make certain you keep it in mind. Earth can be a pain in the aft for us, and Humans can make more than their fair share of trouble. I’ve found it’s best to just avoid them in general, if at all possible.”
Re arranging one last empty glass vial a millimetre or two to the left, Ratchet straightened, and after a short pause, turned back to face Patch. Once again he was all business, all professional.
“Now, do you have any other questions for me? If not, I can assign you some duties to get started on here in the Medibay that will familiarize you with where everything is, the layout. Once that’s done, I’ll start testing you on what you do know and what you don’t, to see just where you stand.” He raised a servo, palm out, to stop any protests, “Standard operating procedure, nothing personal.”
She spoke, seeming to understand what he had said...
But then she had gone on.
The doctor’s body language instantly shifted. As Patch spoke of whatever had happened not being his fault, as she spoke about whatever had affected him, had said she was sorry it had happened...it became clear Ratchet was not comfortable and reacted almost violently.
Stiffening, he pushed off from the bench, turning around to quickly begin reorganizing various tools and equipment that didn’t need to be moved, shifting one glass vial for another, almost randomly. His field had shut down swiftly and instantly. His voice was abrupt and professional. The small tools clinked faintly as they were moved.
“Yes, well, make certain you keep it in mind. Earth can be a pain in the aft for us, and Humans can make more than their fair share of trouble. I’ve found it’s best to just avoid them in general, if at all possible.”
Re arranging one last empty glass vial a millimetre or two to the left, Ratchet straightened, and after a short pause, turned back to face Patch. Once again he was all business, all professional.
“Now, do you have any other questions for me? If not, I can assign you some duties to get started on here in the Medibay that will familiarize you with where everything is, the layout. Once that’s done, I’ll start testing you on what you do know and what you don’t, to see just where you stand.” He raised a servo, palm out, to stop any protests, “Standard operating procedure, nothing personal.”