[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Standard Operating Procedure (Open)
May 18, 2019 16:01:52 GMT -5
Post by Ratchet on May 18, 2019 16:01:52 GMT -5
Week Three, Day Four
Omega Medibay
Ratchet stood back, and regarded the Medibay. Everything was ready.
It was early in the morning – the doctor wasn’t one for starting something late in the day. The earlier started, the earlier over, was his motto, and that meant there would be time for other work to be done.
Earlier, Ratchet had sent out an Autobot-wide communication, both as a message broadcast to anyone within transmit range, and as wireless update to everyone’s personal datapads. The message was simple and to the point, as most of Ratchet’s communications were. His personal subsonic antenna allowed for his transmission to travel much farther than a normal one would.
::This is a message from CMO Ratchet of the Autobots. Due to the presence of the illness, a mandatory sampling of personal energon will be taking place in the Medibay at the Autobot Outpost. The sampling will be a brief event, after which you will be able to return to your designated duties. The sampling will take place from 0700 local Earth Time, to 1400 local Earth Time. If you will be away from the Outpost or be unable to have a sample taken at this time, please contact myself or Patch ASAP to allow for a scheduled time for the sample to be taken. Thank you.::
The reason Ratchet didn’t just decide to go with the datapad was because it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that there was some poor lost Autobot who had landed on Earth out there, who hadn’t yet been able (or simply hadn’t wanted ) to make contact with the base. They could still be in trouble, and if they heard of some illness, they may be more inclined to reach out.
Having sent the signal, Ratchet now looked over the setup one last time.
Two stations had been set up. A small to medium sized berth was ready, able to be lowered however far Patch needed for ease of her work, was covered with a sheet of what looked like paper. The paper continued on to a large roll, just resting at the head of the berth. Near the berth was a tray, covered in a sheet of the same paper. Here were rows of small glass vials, with a rubber cap sealing them. A heavy black marker for recording the patient’s name on each vial, and a large sponge with regularly spaced holes where the vials would rest after being drawn. A neat supply of cleanser, gauze and tape, along with receptacles for the waste lay ready.
The set up was simple; bring in the patient, seat them on the berth. Clean the mesh, take the sample. Pop the syringe into the bin (to be sterilized and possibly reused later). The vacuum in each glass vial would ensure a good draw of energon. Make sure the patient wasn’t leaking, seal it with a small strip of tape. Write the patient’s name on the vial, set it in the sponge, remove the cover of the berth, replace it with a new one, and call in the next patient.
Ratchet had a similar set up, only his was more for the medium to larger mecha.
He was aware they were lucky, if luck could come into some unknown disease. Omega was small, and there weren’t that many here. They should easily go through the base’s occupants, giving them plenty of time to come down while still staying committed to their chores.
Bumblebee, still powered down, had been carefully moved farther back in the Medibay, closer to Ratchet’s own personal quarters. The curtain was still in place. He had been moved, both to ensure continuation of his privacy, and not to be a clear physical presence of why the energon sampling was taking place. Ratchet was aware it was on everyone’s minds – there was no need for the curtain to be right in their faces.
For the first time since the attack had taken place in Omega, the doors to the Medibay were open. Not thrown back wide as was the norm, but wide enough to give people the feeling they were welcome to walk in. An attempt to make it at least that much more normal.