Intricate Work

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Today is a typical busy day at Deltaran, what with the conflict that continues to rise with each passing cycle, and the ever-worsening energon crisis. Fuel rationing = less nourishment = less healthy in general, and fewer mechs making it out of the hospital alive and just a poorer outlook on things in general for most medical professionals. But they do what they can.
One of Ratchet's medical assistants comes knocking on his office door. "Ratchet? Hey, you in there, doc? I know you're busy, but..."
--------------------< Ratchet Posed on Feb 01 07:40PM CST >---------------------
Ratchet was busy going over some diagnostics when he heard one of the assistants at the door. He sat at his desk, a datapad in hand and his feet resting up on the top of the desk. "Yes, yes, come in," he said, though he didn't even look up when the assistant entered. "Is it that sweeper mech again? That faulty wiring is going to get my clinic trashed," he mumbled to himself. "Well, what is it? Go on and speak up already."
---------------------< Blurr Posed on Feb 01 07:47PM CST >----------------------
"Ah, no." The assistant shakes his head. "We had one of the techs fix the wiring, actually." He eyes Ratchet's feet on the desk, but he's in no position to criticize, really. He continues.
"It's that speedy guy." Meaning, Blurr. "Everyone's done everything they can, but for some reason, something's off with his neural circuitry. I know you're not exactly a mnemosurgeon or anything but..." he shrugs. "I don't know, you're the default, every time someone can't figure something out, no matter what it is you always seem to fix it somehow."
--------------------< Ratchet Posed on Feb 01 07:53PM CST >---------------------
Ratchet peeked over his datapad at the assistant. "Neural circuitry..?" Yeah, he really wasn't a mnemosurgeon, but if they needed him he'd go take a look. "What are his symptoms?" he asked as he stood up and started heading out of his office and down the hall.
---------------------< Blurr Posed on Feb 01 08:00PM CST >----------------------
The assistant walks with him toward the inpatient areas. "That's what the other docs are saying, anyway. They're not really sure what it is." He shrugs. "As for outward symptoms, well. Whenever he does manage to come online, he acts confused and disoriented. They've tried to test his cognitive functions but they haven't been very successful."
--------------------< Ratchet Posed on Feb 01 08:06PM CST >---------------------
That didn't sound too out of the ordinary, depending on the circumstances of how he was injured in the first place. He stepped into the room where they worked on repairing Blurr and stood next to the berth. "What happened to him?" he asked. "Head injury?" He brought out his scanner to check the mech's processor.
---------------------< Blurr Posed on Feb 01 08:14PM CST >----------------------
"Well uhm," The assistant hands Ratchet a datapad with the medical report. According to it, he'd been in an explosion at a cold construction factory, and had been exposed to toxic coolant fluids from the cryo-storage chambers where frozen sparks were kept. The room had come down on top of him. "yeah, among other things, to say the least."
The scan would indeed show, as the other mech had said, some very irregular readings. Something definitely isn't right. "So uh, I was wondering--did you know him? I mean, before, when he was famous in the races. Not that he isn't still famous, but...ah nevermind I'm rambling."
--------------------< Ratchet Posed on Feb 01 08:18PM CST >---------------------
Ratchet stroked his chin as he read over the details of the accident. Perhaps there was still toxic coolant fluids circulating through Blurr's systems. He moved to open up the mech's helm. "Did I know him? Not personally, really. He may have passed through my clinic once or twice, but I don't hang around those popular types," he said with a shrug. "Why? You want an autograph or something?"
-------------------< Wheeljack Posed on Feb 01 08:21PM CST >--------------------
Speaking of rambling, who else would be likely to show up right about now? Wheeljack, that's who. And not because he accidentally blew himself up again, either. "Hey has anyone seen--" Stops after sticking his head in the doorway to see who's in Blurr's room. "--Oh, you already found Ratchet. Good, good! I was starting to worry they'd sent me over here because they wanted -me- to poke around in Blurr's cranial casing."
Not that it stops the engineer from ambling in all the same, tossing a module in the direction of the assistant. "I can just give you this data slug of possible coolant composition formulaes. We're not entirely sure if the Cons used the same stuff they were shipped in or their own concoction, so I just dug up -all- the known formulas."
---------------------< Blurr Posed on Feb 01 08:29PM CST >----------------------
"Uh, right, right! Sorry, I was just wondering because...ahem." The mech re-composes himself. "Some of the others said that a familiar face might help." He catches the dataslug that Wheeljack tosses. "Oh, hey Wheeljack. Thanks." He sticks it into a datapad and brings up the information. "Yech, they're not the same but I don't think any of them are any better than the others." He shows the list to Ratchet.
Inside Blurr's cranial casing, everything does look fairly normal at first glance, but upon closer examination or scans, there does appear to be some remneant of the coolant fluid seeping through the spaces between the circuitry.
--------------------< Ratchet Posed on Feb 01 08:36PM CST >---------------------
Oh great, just what he needed in the clinic right now. "... You didn't bring anything prone to explosion, did you?" he asked the scientist. "The last thing Blurr needs is a crater in the side of his cranium." 
 
He sighed and magnified his optic lens to begin scanning Blurr's cranial casing. At first his optics grazed over the toxic coolant, but he spotted it at the last second. "You missed some," he said to the assistant. "Looks like it's coming from deeper inside." He rummaged around in his subspace before picking out a tool to start sucking out the coolant.
-------------------< Wheeljack Posed on Feb 01 08:41PM CST >--------------------
Wheeljack holds up his hands as if to show they're empty at the accusation. "Oh com'n Ratchet, I wouldn't be -that- careless." Then jabs a thumb at his shoulder. "I even left my launcher at the lab like a good mech."
Curious but not wanting to get in the more experienced medtech's way Wheeljack just settles for standing at the side of Blurr's table. He can still see well enough. "Bet he's got that stuff satuated in spots he didn't even know he had by this point."
---------------------< Blurr Posed on Feb 01 08:56PM CST >----------------------
"Er, -they-. They missed some. The other docs. Heh." The medical assistant smirks. "I figured that's what it was. Either they missed it or they just didn't know how to get it out, figured you could," Because when you don't know how to do something at the hospital, you go get Ratchet. "Probably didn't want to admit it so they just said they didn't know what it was."
He turns to leave. "Well I'll leave you two to it then. Let me know if you need anything, Ratchet." He exits the room.
The job required of Ratchet will require some serious dexterity to get the tool into the space where the coolant is without damaging the delicate circuits in Blurr's processor. But if anyone can do it, Ratchet can.
--------------------< Ratchet Posed on Feb 01 09:06PM CST >---------------------
"Thanks, kid," Ratchet said to the medical assistant as he left. He turned back to Wheeljack and gestured at Blurr's helm. "He's a racer," he said. "There wasn't much in there to begin with." 
 
The tips of his fingers opened up to extend the skeletal structure underneath and he began carefully extracting the leftover coolant from the crevices. As he worked, he dedicated all of his attention to it, even though he could hear Wheeljack in the background.
-------------------< Wheeljack Posed on Feb 01 09:14PM CST >--------------------
Wheeljack tries really, really hard to snicker at that. Which doesn't work, because even if he covers his grille with one hand his luminators still flash. "He does only have to think about one thing, I suppose. Gotta go faster." He's actually keeping his usual rambling to a minimum so he doesn't disrupt Ratchet's intricate work. Because that would really suck slag.
---------------------< Blurr Posed on Feb 01 09:25PM CST >----------------------
It's a good thing Blurr is unconscious and didn't hear that. Because he certainly wouldn't appreciate the comment and doesn't tend to take well to anyone hurting his ego.
It's certainly intricate work, but Ratchet manages to get the last of it out without disrupting the processor structure too much. Later, the other doctors will probably shake their heads to themselves and wonder 'How does he do it?' Maybe it's the hands. He just has special hands. Super hands.
--------------------< Ratchet Posed on Feb 01 09:29PM CST >---------------------
Super special hands that are so fast they rival even Blurr's speed! 
 
Once he was finished, Ratchet closed up the mech's cranial casing and stepped back, retracting his fingers and dusting his hands off. "There, that ought to do it, though I want to keep him here for another cycle or two to monitor his recovery." He glanced over at Wheeljack and smirked. "Those lights of yours give everything away, you know that, right? That's why you're a horrible liar."
-------------------< Wheeljack Posed on Feb 01 09:39PM CST >--------------------
Wheeljack puts his hands to his chest. "What, me?" It'd be a better faux shock expression if he had an actual expression to make. "What reason would I have to lie about anything in the first place?"
---------------------< Blurr Posed on Feb 01 09:43PM CST >----------------------
Another half a breem or so, and Blurr appears to come to. Yes, he is fast at everything, including recovering. However, the beating he took was pretty extensive, so he still looks somewhat dazed. "....who...whowhatwhere???"
--------------------< Ratchet Posed on Feb 01 09:45PM CST >---------------------
Ratchet had to check his internal chronometer for the time. Blurr came online faster than he anticipated, but that meant that he could get out sooner ... not in a negative way, of course. 
 
"Relax, kid, you're at the clinic." He rested a servo on the mech's shoulder. "How are you feeling?"
-------------------< Wheeljack Posed on Feb 01 09:52PM CST >--------------------
Wheeljack can't grin but he can still give Ratchet a congradulatory pat on the back. "Looks like they picked the best mech for that job. Another successful operation, eh Doc?"
---------------------< Blurr Posed on Feb 01 09:53PM CST >----------------------
Blurr turns his attention toward Ratchet as the doctor addresses him, but doesn't relax at all. "C-clinic? Whatclinicwhoareyouandwhoisthat??!" he bolts up, glancing at Wheeljack as well. Perhaps, he still has a ways to go in the recovery department.
--------------------< Ratchet Posed on Feb 01 09:59PM CST >---------------------
Ratchet smirked back at Wheeljack, twirling his tool around his finger. "Yeah, I'm in my prime," he joked, though he was sure the other doctors would have caught it eventually. 
 
When Blurr began speaking, he glanced at the scientist, wondering if Wheeljack caught anything the mech just said. It took him a few seconds to process it. "You're at Deltaran right now," he said, his grip on the mech's shoulder tightening a bit to keep him sitting down. "I'm Ratchet, the Autobot medic? That's Wheeljack. You had to at least heard of us." Maybe he had a faulty memory.
-------------------< Wheeljack Posed on Feb 01 10:04PM CST >--------------------
Wheeljack holds his arms partway out in a shrug. "I guess even with it cleaned out of his system his processors haven't entirely purged the effect yet. Over exposure to caustic chemicals can cause neurotronic disruption that takes time to recalibrate proper syncronism even after the contaminant is no longer in the subject's system physically."
There's the rambling he's been holding back, I guess.
---------------------< Blurr Posed on Feb 01 10:11PM CST >----------------------
Blurr glances nervously back and forth between Wheeljack and Ratchet several times before deciding that they aren't going to hurt him. He finally calms down--a bit. At least he stopped trying to push against Ratchet's hand on his shoulder. "Deltaranbutwhywhathappenedtome..."
He glances at the floor. "Idon'tknow--"
--------------------< Ratchet Posed on Feb 01 10:14PM CST >---------------------
"You've got a point there," Ratchet agreed. "Blurr, from what I've been told, you were injured at that cold construction factory. Toxic coolant fluids were causing damage to your systems, but I believe I've extracted all of it." He crossed his arms over his chassis. "I still recommend you stay here to recover fully. You're lucky that didn't kill you."
-------------------< Wheeljack Posed on Feb 01 10:17PM CST >--------------------
Wheeljack rapts a digit against the side of his head. "I'm not the doctor here, but it sounds to me like he's suffering some kind of memory code degradation. It's probably been working back from the point of initial exposure. Or at least that would be the best explaination for his lack of recognition or realizing he'd been under such tramautic circumstances."
---------------------< Blurr Posed on Feb 01 10:21PM CST >----------------------
"FactorywhatfactorywhywasIinafactory??" Blurr looks bewildered. "I--" He stares at Wheeljack as the engineer spouts forth some technical terms that don't make any sense to him. "Waitisthatmyname??!" The speedster jumps off of the circuit slab at this. He normally doesn't have very good self-restraint, but this is unusually bad even for him.
--------------------< Ratchet Posed on Feb 01 10:30PM CST >---------------------
"SIT DOWN," Ratchet ordered when Blurr jumped up. He grabbed the mech to push him back down on the berth. "Wheeljack, you're not helping here. Speak to him with the same level of intelligence (or lackthereof) that he has." He sighed as he wrestled with Blurr to keep him on the berth. "Yes, your name is Blurr. Now will you just relax and sit down? Your wounds haven't healed and you need to recover!"
-------------------< Wheeljack Posed on Feb 01 10:33PM CST >--------------------
"He has amnesia." Wheeljack manages in such a 'its boring this way' flat tone that his luminators don't even light up past a faint flicker.
---------------------< Blurr Posed on Feb 01 10:38PM CST >----------------------
Blurr finally sits back down after wrestling with Ratchet for a few moments. "...." he sighs and stares at the floor, like a child who has been disciplined for breaking something. "Sorry." he says timidly.
-------------------< Wheeljack Posed on Feb 01 10:39PM CST >--------------------
Wheeljack rubs the back of his head with one hand when Blurr of all bots actually calms down with only a little bruising to the ego. "-Definately- amnesia."
--------------------< Ratchet Posed on Feb 01 10:41PM CST >---------------------
Ratchet gave Wheeljack a pointed look, but appreciated the scientist for explaining Blurr's situation in simple terms for the mech to understand. At Blurr's response, his expression softened and he sighed. "Don't worry about it, kid," he said. "You're alright." He looked to Wheeljack. "I'll give him a day for his systems to completely purge the coolant's effects from his body. If he still has memory lapses tomorrow, then I'll investigate further. For right now, Blurr, you should get some rest. My assistant will bring you a cube of energon in a few minutes."
---------------------< Blurr Posed on Feb 01 10:50PM CST >----------------------
Blurr nods sadly, still looking distressed but not wanting his caretakers to have to deal with it any more. "I--thanks." He pulls his legs up against his chassis, wondering if one of them, or anyone at all, will tell him what the slag is going on sometime.
-------------------< Wheeljack Posed on Feb 01 10:52PM CST >--------------------
Seeing as Blurr is still being jumpy Wheeljack refrains from giving him a reassuring shoulder pat. "Yeah, don't worry. Ol' Ratchet will have you rip roaring and running on all cylinders again in no time. The nasty gunk is out of your chassis, your systems just need time to readjust back to normal." He gives Ratchet a 'simple enough for you?' look, but his usual chipper moodset doesn't waver any even as he turns to wander out. "When I head back to Iacon I'll give Command an update on his condition. So you don't have to skip on your rounds and stuff, doc." Since Ratchet seems to prefer working around the hospital.
--------------------< Ratchet Posed on Feb 01 10:55PM CST >---------------------
Ratchet, however, did pat the mech's back. "Don't worry about it too much. I'll explain everything tomorrow if you haven't regained your memories yet. For now, you should know you're in good servos and we're friends here." He nodded to Wheeljack in agreement before heading out of the room. Once in the hall, he shook Wheeljack's hand. "Thanks. I should write up a report about his condition anyway. You should visit more often, Jack, it's been a while."
-------------------< Wheeljack Posed on Feb 01 10:58PM CST >--------------------
Wheeljack pfffs. "Any time I come to 'visit' you worry about what I've set on fire -this time-," jokes the scientist.
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