[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]ICU (Closed for now, Ratchet, Patch)
Aug 26, 2019 1:33:16 GMT -5
Post by Patch on Aug 26, 2019 1:33:16 GMT -5
When Ratchet finally met her gaze, Patch simply stared back at him, her own optics so terribly dim. Steadily waiting for the request to register.
Once prompted, the young femme turned around and quietly followed. Tracing along through the large surgeon’s footsteps as he crossed the room. Light little clunks across the medbay floor, about a third again as frequent as Ratchet’s heavier strides, as she followed.
She gave almost a side-eye to the curtain as she passed it. Dressing it down, sizing it up with her optics. She saw it as a boundary, that had gotten her in trouble before, for trying to cross. The fact that she was now permitted to extend beyond it made the last-sparked… Perhaps a bit more smug, than it should have, in her current, cranky, fuel deprived state.
Patch now felt superior to the curtain.
That was, strangely enough… A surprisingly effective boost to her ego.
When she saw the other young mech, she just stared at him, for a moment. Her round, freckled expression soft, and remarkably unchanging as that steady field stayed the way it was.
Then she shuttered her optics. Then she did so twice more, as she leaned back into her hip, and brought her servo to her mouth. Resting one arm across her abdomen, and holding the opposite elbow up at an angle to touch her face as it hardened.
No matter how many times she saw it, it… It was still so strange to see someone walking around one day, then find them flat on their back in sickbay the next. She barely even knew this mech.
The young medic huffed through her servo.
“You said we don’t know how this thing spreads? -That is, IF it even spreads at all?”
Her servo flicked up away from her intake to accentuate the word ‘if’. Her mud spattered peddes hip-with apart as she stood beside Ratchet, to his left. Her helm turned up to look at him as she spoke again.
“Do we know any ways it doesn't? Maybe we could… Narrow it down? Try to keep everyone else from catching it.”
Once prompted, the young femme turned around and quietly followed. Tracing along through the large surgeon’s footsteps as he crossed the room. Light little clunks across the medbay floor, about a third again as frequent as Ratchet’s heavier strides, as she followed.
She gave almost a side-eye to the curtain as she passed it. Dressing it down, sizing it up with her optics. She saw it as a boundary, that had gotten her in trouble before, for trying to cross. The fact that she was now permitted to extend beyond it made the last-sparked… Perhaps a bit more smug, than it should have, in her current, cranky, fuel deprived state.
Patch now felt superior to the curtain.
That was, strangely enough… A surprisingly effective boost to her ego.
When she saw the other young mech, she just stared at him, for a moment. Her round, freckled expression soft, and remarkably unchanging as that steady field stayed the way it was.
Then she shuttered her optics. Then she did so twice more, as she leaned back into her hip, and brought her servo to her mouth. Resting one arm across her abdomen, and holding the opposite elbow up at an angle to touch her face as it hardened.
No matter how many times she saw it, it… It was still so strange to see someone walking around one day, then find them flat on their back in sickbay the next. She barely even knew this mech.
The young medic huffed through her servo.
“You said we don’t know how this thing spreads? -That is, IF it even spreads at all?”
Her servo flicked up away from her intake to accentuate the word ‘if’. Her mud spattered peddes hip-with apart as she stood beside Ratchet, to his left. Her helm turned up to look at him as she spoke again.
“Do we know any ways it doesn't? Maybe we could… Narrow it down? Try to keep everyone else from catching it.”