[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Bandaids [Patch,Rain,TBD]
Jul 29, 2020 13:41:30 GMT -5
Post by Patch on Jul 29, 2020 13:41:30 GMT -5
Episode 3, week 1, day seven.
Conjoined with “Inclement Weather” takes place slightly after.
“What hurts worst? Can you tell?”
Steady words, from a very young medic, as she led her patient away from the control room, and into the medical bay. Two sets of peddes, one blue, one white and red across the wide open concrete floor. The sound of their light steps bounced off stone walls, and vaulted ceilings. Echoing through the space as the two femmes moved away from the neutral, and the leader, and the others who stood around fighting with quiet words to sort things through.
A gentle swish of doors, as the weight of Patch’s first step eased them open, with its presence on the weight-sensitive pad. Muted opaque etchings of medical symbols on either tall, clear, iron-glass door slipped smoothly out of view with a hush.
The lighting in sickbay was starker than it’s adjoining larger brother. The place was modest, with lower ceilings than in the control room, though still more than comfortably high for the likes of Rain and Patch. The walls were whitish grey, the lights cool toned, at about half intensity now. Very smooth, well polished dark concrete floors underfoot. The lot of it gave the whole place an heir of clean, if not a bit bright. Perhaps a touch clinical, given the strong smell of surfactants, cleaners, and medical-grade oil. Though the color also lent somewhat to making the room look bigger. More open, despite the cabinets and benches. Easier to breath in.
There were three slabs in total, two ‘average’, one large. Monitors and instruments cluttered upon the walls at their heads, and on tables, and poles at their sides. Much of it was a bit old-fashioned. Little of it matched, though it all appeared functional, and carefully kept behind the welded on patches, and occasional re-touched paint.
There was effort put into the room, that much was clear. There was pride in it, even if it wasn’t a shining beacon of Cybertronian capabilities- it was safe. At least Patch felt it was. The spot in base where problems were often most conveniently solved, where pain could be eased.
Patch led Rain to the second of the smaller slabs, which rested a bit further into the room. She stood for a moment, to be certain the other femme could settle on it’s edge- helping however was needed, if needed. She swiftly made her way -at a quick, confident walk- to the monitor at the berth’s side. She flicked it on, then went in the drawer just beneath it, to draw out a scanner, and a secondary device- much like the first, though with a keypad at the bottom.
With both in hand, Patch made her way back to the foot of the slab, while extending a wire from the top corner of the latter device. Quickly she leaned down, and picked up Rain’s left arm… Only… She noticed there was something missing. Young blue optics blinked above freckled cheeks for a moment, both scanners in her other servo… Then she moved to the other arm and -very gently- eased the femme’s injured servo over so her palm would face the ceiling, supporting the damage as was needed… Huh. That was odd...
“Where’s your medical port?” A low, light, quick question. Almost more to herself than Rain as she looked her patient up and down confused. Not concerned, not yet, just confused. Where could it be?! All Autobots had one- if you didn’t have one, they installed one during your physical… But Rain’s didn’t seem to be at the cleft of either arm…
((A bit of player discussion has been done in advance. ;D))
Conjoined with “Inclement Weather” takes place slightly after.
“What hurts worst? Can you tell?”
Steady words, from a very young medic, as she led her patient away from the control room, and into the medical bay. Two sets of peddes, one blue, one white and red across the wide open concrete floor. The sound of their light steps bounced off stone walls, and vaulted ceilings. Echoing through the space as the two femmes moved away from the neutral, and the leader, and the others who stood around fighting with quiet words to sort things through.
A gentle swish of doors, as the weight of Patch’s first step eased them open, with its presence on the weight-sensitive pad. Muted opaque etchings of medical symbols on either tall, clear, iron-glass door slipped smoothly out of view with a hush.
The lighting in sickbay was starker than it’s adjoining larger brother. The place was modest, with lower ceilings than in the control room, though still more than comfortably high for the likes of Rain and Patch. The walls were whitish grey, the lights cool toned, at about half intensity now. Very smooth, well polished dark concrete floors underfoot. The lot of it gave the whole place an heir of clean, if not a bit bright. Perhaps a touch clinical, given the strong smell of surfactants, cleaners, and medical-grade oil. Though the color also lent somewhat to making the room look bigger. More open, despite the cabinets and benches. Easier to breath in.
There were three slabs in total, two ‘average’, one large. Monitors and instruments cluttered upon the walls at their heads, and on tables, and poles at their sides. Much of it was a bit old-fashioned. Little of it matched, though it all appeared functional, and carefully kept behind the welded on patches, and occasional re-touched paint.
There was effort put into the room, that much was clear. There was pride in it, even if it wasn’t a shining beacon of Cybertronian capabilities- it was safe. At least Patch felt it was. The spot in base where problems were often most conveniently solved, where pain could be eased.
Patch led Rain to the second of the smaller slabs, which rested a bit further into the room. She stood for a moment, to be certain the other femme could settle on it’s edge- helping however was needed, if needed. She swiftly made her way -at a quick, confident walk- to the monitor at the berth’s side. She flicked it on, then went in the drawer just beneath it, to draw out a scanner, and a secondary device- much like the first, though with a keypad at the bottom.
With both in hand, Patch made her way back to the foot of the slab, while extending a wire from the top corner of the latter device. Quickly she leaned down, and picked up Rain’s left arm… Only… She noticed there was something missing. Young blue optics blinked above freckled cheeks for a moment, both scanners in her other servo… Then she moved to the other arm and -very gently- eased the femme’s injured servo over so her palm would face the ceiling, supporting the damage as was needed… Huh. That was odd...
“Where’s your medical port?” A low, light, quick question. Almost more to herself than Rain as she looked her patient up and down confused. Not concerned, not yet, just confused. Where could it be?! All Autobots had one- if you didn’t have one, they installed one during your physical… But Rain’s didn’t seem to be at the cleft of either arm…
((A bit of player discussion has been done in advance. ;D))