[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Medical Leave [Closed]
Dec 3, 2021 19:29:32 GMT -5
Post by Knock Out on Dec 3, 2021 19:29:32 GMT -5
Week 3 | Day 1
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Day in, day out, Knock Out’s routine had been the same for far too long.
Wake up from recharge frustratingly early. Trudge to get a ration of Energon. Trudge across the base to the Medical Bay. Trudge to his desk, sitting down and sleepily looking at a datapad to check which of their many Vehicon and Eradicon troops were due for a checkup that day. Watch a few cat videos while sipping that ration of Energon (hey, they were cute and good for morale!). Switch back to the schedule, before assigning several of these ‘appointments’ to Flatline just to give the mech something to do, knowing Breakdown would be there to assist should either of them need it.
Work. Work. Work. Boring. Never ending. Drowning in the mundane - it was enough to drive him mad. On the Nemesis he at least managed to escape at times, taking a break from it all with frequent visits to the planet below - Breakdown had things more than handled in the Medical Bay while he got to feel the asphalt under his tires, if only for a couple of precious hours.
This day had started more or less the same. Waking up from recharge frustratingly early, he had trudged to get a ration of Energon before making his way to the Medical Bay - making a note of pausing just outside the doors that’d been adorned with an obnoxious medical cross in recent days. Flatline’s suggestion, of course - so newcomers to the twisting maze of Blackridge Hold knew where to go should they need assistance.
It was gaudy, but… eh, it made sense.
Venting out a sigh, he pushed open the door after staring up at the cross for a moment - immediately noting the slumped over heap at Flatline’s desk. This, too, had become an almost normal sight and part of his routine as of late, the black and red mech - for whatever reason - choosing to sleep here at his desk rather than in the (probably) perfectly good berth in his shared quarters.
Though, given who his roommate was, he didn’t really blame Flatline for opting to recharge elsewhere at times. Plus with the events of two days ago? Things like stress added up. Still unhappy with his frame despite his and Breakdown’s best efforts at getting it back to a presentable state (which to most, it would look absolutely fine) he still wasn’t entirely back to normal himself.
A gentle tsk sounded as he made his way further into the room - sitting at his desk and carefully placing the Energon cube down. Dainty fingertips scrabbled blindly for the datapad that was sat in its usual spot, and he would move to power it on. Only this time he did not bring up the usual cat videos, nor the list of scheduled appointments for the day, instead moving to what looked like medical records.
He had an idea.
“Oh Flaaaatline, I’m looking at your personal fiii-iiiles~” he spoke in a sing-songy voice, though made a point of keeping it very quiet, not wanting to actually wake the other mech up.
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Day in, day out, Knock Out’s routine had been the same for far too long.
Wake up from recharge frustratingly early. Trudge to get a ration of Energon. Trudge across the base to the Medical Bay. Trudge to his desk, sitting down and sleepily looking at a datapad to check which of their many Vehicon and Eradicon troops were due for a checkup that day. Watch a few cat videos while sipping that ration of Energon (hey, they were cute and good for morale!). Switch back to the schedule, before assigning several of these ‘appointments’ to Flatline just to give the mech something to do, knowing Breakdown would be there to assist should either of them need it.
Work. Work. Work. Boring. Never ending. Drowning in the mundane - it was enough to drive him mad. On the Nemesis he at least managed to escape at times, taking a break from it all with frequent visits to the planet below - Breakdown had things more than handled in the Medical Bay while he got to feel the asphalt under his tires, if only for a couple of precious hours.
This day had started more or less the same. Waking up from recharge frustratingly early, he had trudged to get a ration of Energon before making his way to the Medical Bay - making a note of pausing just outside the doors that’d been adorned with an obnoxious medical cross in recent days. Flatline’s suggestion, of course - so newcomers to the twisting maze of Blackridge Hold knew where to go should they need assistance.
It was gaudy, but… eh, it made sense.
Venting out a sigh, he pushed open the door after staring up at the cross for a moment - immediately noting the slumped over heap at Flatline’s desk. This, too, had become an almost normal sight and part of his routine as of late, the black and red mech - for whatever reason - choosing to sleep here at his desk rather than in the (probably) perfectly good berth in his shared quarters.
Though, given who his roommate was, he didn’t really blame Flatline for opting to recharge elsewhere at times. Plus with the events of two days ago? Things like stress added up. Still unhappy with his frame despite his and Breakdown’s best efforts at getting it back to a presentable state (which to most, it would look absolutely fine) he still wasn’t entirely back to normal himself.
A gentle tsk sounded as he made his way further into the room - sitting at his desk and carefully placing the Energon cube down. Dainty fingertips scrabbled blindly for the datapad that was sat in its usual spot, and he would move to power it on. Only this time he did not bring up the usual cat videos, nor the list of scheduled appointments for the day, instead moving to what looked like medical records.
He had an idea.
“Oh Flaaaatline, I’m looking at your personal fiii-iiiles~” he spoke in a sing-songy voice, though made a point of keeping it very quiet, not wanting to actually wake the other mech up.