[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]House Call [Patch]
Jun 12, 2019 17:19:06 GMT -5
Post by Patch on Jun 12, 2019 17:19:06 GMT -5
“Oh, I’m aware…” She said with a cock of the helm, and a raise of her brow. Focus still trained on the other mech’s arm, as she gently began rooting around for the proper wire. “It was quite a risk, but… I was dyin’.” It was simply true, that’s what it was. Softened field and softened optics. A quiet smirk even laced the end. “I’d rather go out fighting, than… Sit around and wait for it like I had been.” A sly glance up, and a genuine smile. “It’s still in my circuits, ya know?”
She’d come to terms with this. She’d known the risk, and she’d taken it with open optics.
As was very much the case with entering Windshield’s cell.
This information could have been taken in many different ways. That Patch was naive, that she was unthinking. Or perhaps that she was hurting in ways so deep it was difficult to truly fathom. Maybe she was simply numb, at this point, having experienced the sensation so many times. Regardless of the reason, however, the result remained the same.
Patch... was not afraid to die. And if not that, she hid her apprehension very well.
A terrifying tool. Especially in the hands of someone who understood how to use it.
“Alright.” She said, some level of exhaustion lacing her voice as she popped the wire from her scanner into the port at the crook of Windshield’s arm, and determined how best to phrase this. “Here’s the go-by.” A deep heavy tone, smooth and easy… An almost masculine tomboy tone falling into place as she explained.
“I do have a shot of medication with me, to help ease your withdrawal… But… It’s not, gonna be like what you’re used to. These are powerful, caustic pain medications, and your body is going to tell you so. It’s gonna burn. Especially going in. I can, and will ease your pain receptors using this beforehand.” She jabbed her first digit into the scratched up screen of her scanner, keeping her optics trained on his. “It’s gonna help a lot, but it’s still not going to be comfortable.”
“If it gets to be too much, I need you to tell me. I can hold your hand, knock you out, get Ratchet down here, whatever you need.” A half-joke, at the beginning, though her tone remained dead serious. No smile at the end, just a light pivot of the helm in a sideways nod.
With that, her attention turned back to the scanner. Fore-digit moving to the key-pad to begin typing in commands… Then she paused, optics alone turning back up to Windshield's face.
“You good?”
She’d come to terms with this. She’d known the risk, and she’d taken it with open optics.
As was very much the case with entering Windshield’s cell.
This information could have been taken in many different ways. That Patch was naive, that she was unthinking. Or perhaps that she was hurting in ways so deep it was difficult to truly fathom. Maybe she was simply numb, at this point, having experienced the sensation so many times. Regardless of the reason, however, the result remained the same.
Patch... was not afraid to die. And if not that, she hid her apprehension very well.
A terrifying tool. Especially in the hands of someone who understood how to use it.
“Alright.” She said, some level of exhaustion lacing her voice as she popped the wire from her scanner into the port at the crook of Windshield’s arm, and determined how best to phrase this. “Here’s the go-by.” A deep heavy tone, smooth and easy… An almost masculine tomboy tone falling into place as she explained.
“I do have a shot of medication with me, to help ease your withdrawal… But… It’s not, gonna be like what you’re used to. These are powerful, caustic pain medications, and your body is going to tell you so. It’s gonna burn. Especially going in. I can, and will ease your pain receptors using this beforehand.” She jabbed her first digit into the scratched up screen of her scanner, keeping her optics trained on his. “It’s gonna help a lot, but it’s still not going to be comfortable.”
“If it gets to be too much, I need you to tell me. I can hold your hand, knock you out, get Ratchet down here, whatever you need.” A half-joke, at the beginning, though her tone remained dead serious. No smile at the end, just a light pivot of the helm in a sideways nod.
With that, her attention turned back to the scanner. Fore-digit moving to the key-pad to begin typing in commands… Then she paused, optics alone turning back up to Windshield's face.
“You good?”