[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Breathing Room [Closed]
Nov 13, 2020 1:37:49 GMT -5
Post by Bumblebee on Nov 13, 2020 1:37:49 GMT -5
Episode 3 | Week 2 | Day 3
Early Morning
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Ratchet was alive.
That was the important thing, that Ratchet was alive. Yesterday had been an absolute mess of confusion and panic, but all things considered? Had ended about as well as it could've, considering the circumstances.
Bumblebee felt like he hadn't recharged at all. He'd lay on his berth, counting the many CD's that hung from his ceiling, the gentle breeze of the air conditioning moving them just enough that they'd catch the lights, twinkling like weird stars as they reflected patterned rainbows onto the walls.
Normally, that helped. Watching the CDs, counting them - 157 in all - but not last night. He was worried, processor racing over what'd happened to their medic. He'd forgotten almost... almost everything, it seemed. Including who he was. All his medical knowledge was gone, who they were was gone. He couldn't get the medic’s voice out of his head. The fear laced words when he'd screeched at Bee to leave him alone.
What was going to happen in the future? Patch was an amazing medic, but Ratchet was their CMO. He could do all kinds of complicated surgeries, and knew what was wrong usually within moments due to his expertise. Now he was... gone. His mind had been wiped, and it was all because of MECH.
Somewhere along these anxiety-filled thoughts, Carbine came to mind. It'd only been four days since Bee had visited the helicopter-mech down in the brig, but what he'd seen had stuck with him. The state of Carbine's face- his actual face - behind the helmet. Bee had helped fix him up a little bit with what basic medical knowledge he had, paired with the fact the idiot had been doing what was basically self-surgery on himself since... how long had he said? Since before Bee had even been sparked.
Now, with Ratchet effectively gone? Would Carbine ever be able to be truly fixed? Not that it was Bee's place to nag him to go and see Ratchet over it, but... would he be able to ever get it looked at if he wanted to?
Which brought his thoughts to another who had been hurt in recent days. One he hadn't actually met yet, and probably should've. After yesterday? They all needed to stick together, having a loner out by himself - as secure and safe as the location was? Was something that Bee didn't agree with. Not anymore.
Windshield. He'd been punched - viciously so - by Carbine. While that happened before the events of yesterday, Bee didn't know if he'd been fixed properly, he didn't know if he'd need surgeries in the future or further checkups to make sure everything was alright.
He didn't know if Windshield even knew what'd happened.
It'd been a week to the day that Bee had spoken with Optimus. The Prime spoke of planned drills, with Bumblebee leading people - Windshield being one of them. This was probably as good a time as any to go check on him and say hello. Even if the meeting would probably be nothing more than a brief introduction, he could at least see what he would be working with. Try to form a friendship to help pull Windshield into the fold.
After they almost lost Ratchet? They couldn't lose anyone else, even those on the outskirts.
Confirming his intended plan with Prowl, it hadn't taken Bee long to get a ground bridge set up to Arizona- and he'd quickly made his way through, only to be met with mild dismay at the state of the location. This was where he was being kept? It was safe and out the way- yet it felt so weirdly open.
::--Hey uh, Windshield! Knock knock! It's me, Bumblebee.--:: he pinged a quick comm to the mech inside, finding that easier - and slightly less awkward - than knocking or bridging directly inside.
While he probably could've opened the bay door and simply stepped inside, this was technically Windshield's home, and therefore it'd be pretty rude if he just waltzed on in without warning.
(Mention of Prowl and usage of Ground Bridge was done with permission, thank you!)
Early Morning
---
Ratchet was alive.
That was the important thing, that Ratchet was alive. Yesterday had been an absolute mess of confusion and panic, but all things considered? Had ended about as well as it could've, considering the circumstances.
Bumblebee felt like he hadn't recharged at all. He'd lay on his berth, counting the many CD's that hung from his ceiling, the gentle breeze of the air conditioning moving them just enough that they'd catch the lights, twinkling like weird stars as they reflected patterned rainbows onto the walls.
Normally, that helped. Watching the CDs, counting them - 157 in all - but not last night. He was worried, processor racing over what'd happened to their medic. He'd forgotten almost... almost everything, it seemed. Including who he was. All his medical knowledge was gone, who they were was gone. He couldn't get the medic’s voice out of his head. The fear laced words when he'd screeched at Bee to leave him alone.
What was going to happen in the future? Patch was an amazing medic, but Ratchet was their CMO. He could do all kinds of complicated surgeries, and knew what was wrong usually within moments due to his expertise. Now he was... gone. His mind had been wiped, and it was all because of MECH.
Somewhere along these anxiety-filled thoughts, Carbine came to mind. It'd only been four days since Bee had visited the helicopter-mech down in the brig, but what he'd seen had stuck with him. The state of Carbine's face- his actual face - behind the helmet. Bee had helped fix him up a little bit with what basic medical knowledge he had, paired with the fact the idiot had been doing what was basically self-surgery on himself since... how long had he said? Since before Bee had even been sparked.
Now, with Ratchet effectively gone? Would Carbine ever be able to be truly fixed? Not that it was Bee's place to nag him to go and see Ratchet over it, but... would he be able to ever get it looked at if he wanted to?
Which brought his thoughts to another who had been hurt in recent days. One he hadn't actually met yet, and probably should've. After yesterday? They all needed to stick together, having a loner out by himself - as secure and safe as the location was? Was something that Bee didn't agree with. Not anymore.
Windshield. He'd been punched - viciously so - by Carbine. While that happened before the events of yesterday, Bee didn't know if he'd been fixed properly, he didn't know if he'd need surgeries in the future or further checkups to make sure everything was alright.
He didn't know if Windshield even knew what'd happened.
It'd been a week to the day that Bee had spoken with Optimus. The Prime spoke of planned drills, with Bumblebee leading people - Windshield being one of them. This was probably as good a time as any to go check on him and say hello. Even if the meeting would probably be nothing more than a brief introduction, he could at least see what he would be working with. Try to form a friendship to help pull Windshield into the fold.
After they almost lost Ratchet? They couldn't lose anyone else, even those on the outskirts.
Confirming his intended plan with Prowl, it hadn't taken Bee long to get a ground bridge set up to Arizona- and he'd quickly made his way through, only to be met with mild dismay at the state of the location. This was where he was being kept? It was safe and out the way- yet it felt so weirdly open.
::--Hey uh, Windshield! Knock knock! It's me, Bumblebee.--:: he pinged a quick comm to the mech inside, finding that easier - and slightly less awkward - than knocking or bridging directly inside.
While he probably could've opened the bay door and simply stepped inside, this was technically Windshield's home, and therefore it'd be pretty rude if he just waltzed on in without warning.
(Mention of Prowl and usage of Ground Bridge was done with permission, thank you!)