1170/Always Right

**Prowl has posed:**
    After the recent successful offensive campaign on Clemency, Prowl decides to check up on Juris at Deltaran Hospital. He wasn't -really- planning on actually visiting her or anything, just to get an update on her physical condition, that's all. So he is talking with a clinician at the ICU, and looking over her recent medical logs. Of course, he never really looks distressed over anything, or anxious. Just examining the data with the usual stoic calm he has plastered on his face.

**Juris has posed:**
Of course, when does Prowl ever /intentionally/ visit anyone, outside of business? Never.

 But as luck would have it, he's probably going to end up having to see her anyway. The clinician he's talking to is new, and seems to be having difficulty finding the most recent report of her health status. Consequently, Prowl will probably find himself standing there in awkward silence while the clinician searches a bit desperately on the console.

 Suddenly, the doors of a room down the hallway burst open, and Juris herself stumbles out. She heads down the hallway, though where she's intending to go is a mystery.

 The clinician startles, leaping out of his chair. "H-hey!" he cries, "Where are you going?" He searches his subspace for a tranq gun, but apparently can't find that either. "D-Dammit!"

 Juris seems surprised to see Prowl, but doesn't say anything. Instead, she attempt to push past him.

**Prowl has posed:**
    Well, he has done it before, on rare occasion, but it was always for a purpose other than just 'morale'.

    When Juris comes stumbling out, and the ineffective clinician fails at yet another thing (can he do -anything- right?), Prowl just grabs a hold of her arm as she tries to push past him, calmly holding her there. "Stop it, you're just as bad as Blurr." he chastises. "Where did you think you were going in such a rush, anyway?"

**Juris has posed:**
Sadly, he's still searching the cabinets for the tranquilizer by the time Prowl grabs Juris by the arm.

 "..." She doesn't answer, instead, she just makes a valiant effort to resist him by trying to wrench her arm out of his grip, however, she's in no shape to do so.

**Prowl has posed:**
    Prowl sighs and just stands there, holding her in place by the arm. "Don't make me drag you." he says flatly.

**Juris has posed:**
But she doesn't stop struggling. In fact, she's struggling so much that the patches on her armor are starting to leak blood.

 The clinician yelps, "Sit down or your patching is going to dislodge!" However, he makes no move to assist Prowl.

 Juris looks over at Prowl. "Is he..." she whispers weakly.

**Prowl has posed:**
    "I'm sorry about Epitaph." Prowl answers evenly, though he is definitely not a very good sympathizer, because he doesn't really sound compassionate at all. "The damage Quartz inflicted was beyond anything any medic could have done."

    "And if you don't calm down and get back to the proper care needed for your own injuries, you'll be soon joining him."

**Juris has posed:**
Well, she stops struggling, at least.

 "..." she stares blankly ahead down the hallway, and after a moment, her knees just give out completely. If Prowl doesn't guide her to the bench across from the administration desk, she's going to collapse onto the the floor.

**Prowl has posed:**
    Prowl sighs deeply, and shoves her as gently as possible unto the bench. Then he glowers at the clinician. "What are you waiting for? Check her vitals, make sure she hasn't lost too much fuel." he barks. He may not be in charge at Deltaran, but he certainly has some sway.

**Juris has posed:**
"Primus, okay," the clinician mutters, scuttling over to Juris' side to check her vitals, already knee deep in embarrassment.

 After a moment, the clinician frown, looking shocked, glancing over at Prowl. "S-She shouldn't even be conscious right now," he stammers. "actually, it looks like the last time she had a full recharge was...was..." Well, he can't find it. Either he's totally failing again, Juris hasn't been doing very well at Deltaran, or both.

 She pushes the clinician aside. "Just go," she says. "I need privacy. Please."

 The clinician looks insulted, but he excuses himself, muttering something about Ratchet having quit.

**Prowl has posed:**
    As shocked as the mech appears to be, Prowl isn't at all. He watches the clinician leave, then sighs and shrugs before starting to leave himself. Seems he's seen everything he needs to see, anyway. And apparently she needs to be alone, so.

    Presumably, someone will get her back to her slab at some point.

**Juris has posed:**
"Wait." She says, loud enough for him to hear. "I didn't mean you," she says softly. Her visor retracts, revealing a tired expression.

**Prowl has posed:**
    Prowl stops and turns around slowly, arching a brow at her. He sighs and comes back then, sitting down on the bench where he'd deposited her earlier. "Do you have something to say to me, then?" he asks, then waits expectantly.

**Juris has posed:**
"..." She averts her gaze, staring at the floor, seeming ashamed. "Maybe."

Her blue optics dim, her expression sad and hopeless. Well, this is certainly rare for Juris. In fact, perhaps he's never seen her like this before.

After a moment, she says, "You... were right. It was better that you left Petrex."

**Prowl has posed:**
    "I know." Prowl says when she finally admits he was right. Because he's always right, anyway. He's very accustomed to this. "Like I told you, if I hadn't, you wouldn't have reached the heights that you have, and I knew it. I wasn't going to be the one to hold you back. Nor was I going to hold myself back, either."

**Juris has posed:**
"...thank you," she says quietly. "I.. had always thought I could live alone, but now, I'm not sure that's what I need." A pause. "And I hope you haven't convinced yourself to believe that, too."

 "Primus, I.." She then turns to face him. "Was actually so glad that you stayed on Cybertron, and that you had survived the war thus far. It's.. taken too many lives, and you know me. There are few that truly know me."

**Prowl has posed:**
    "That's because you don't allow it." Prowl states very factually. There's a moment of silence, as he considers her.

    "What is it that you -do- need, then?"

**Juris has posed:**
"Neither do you," she says, "which is why, though chances are low, I'd hoped that you don't also believe the same thing."

 She doesn't say anything right away. Instead, she leans on him gently, nestling her chin on his shoulder. "Just be careful," she says softly after a moment, "I don't want to lose you, too."

**Prowl has posed:**
    "I haven't given it much thought at all." Prowl says honestly in regard to living alone or not. Well he actually isn't sure what exactly she's talking about, anyway. Not that he cares.

    Then she starts leaning on him. Ugh. "Juris, you had best get back to your slab. You're the one in danger of being lost, not me. If you don't want to be alone, join the military." he says somewhat wryly. "That way you'd certainly be sharing a lot of your life with a lot of others."

**Juris has posed:**
Her optics dim even more. "...Okay," she says quietly, though that's as good of an answer as he's going to get from her - her body is starting to go limp, and within nanoseconds, she's slipped into temporary stasis lock. Her body slumps downward, and her helm, naturally, falls onto his lap.

The clinician finally returns with her vitals. "So, the reason why she's still in critical condition is because she still hasn't gone for surgery yet," he says, absorbed in the report, "The nurses were unable to keep her under for longer than several breems, due to her resistant nature --" Then he looks up and notices that she's passed out on Prowl's lap. "...! H-how....don't move her!!"

**Prowl has posed:**
    Prowl groans inwardly as the useless technician goes on. Clearly these people haven't dealt with Blurr before. "Forget it, I'm calling my own people." he snaps. "Get a gurney so we can get her to an operating room, -stat-."

    He then proceeds to get Ratchet on the commlink and command him to report to his location -immediately-.

**Ratchet has posed:**
All it takes is one call from Prowl. One call from Prowl to the Autobot CMO and the mech is racing down to storm his way into his prior place of emnployment. He still knows his way around, and obviously is still remembered, as he knows where to go with only a few barked orders and questions to the nurses floating about.

He doesn't wait for First Aid, just forwards him the location and makes his way up to see Juris passed out in Prowl's lap, "what's happening!? Why hasn't she been to surgery yet!?"

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid comes in and sees hte condition of the patient. He moves to grab some equipment. "Get her hooked to an energy drip and prepped for surgery. I'll need 45 cc of pain receptor blockage directed to an IV. We need to get the patient to a table and then I'll pop her open and stop the bleeding." hes movign before hes thining, going straight into life saving mode.

**Juris has posed:**
"Ye--" And then Ratchet busts in. The clinician looks like he wishes to bury himself twenty meters underground. "Ratchet! I thought you didn't work here anymore!"

Then he stammers, "I--I didn't.. I mean-- I'm not the assigned nurse, okay?? The report says.." he looks at the data pad again, "it says here that she's very resistant to any kind of anesthesia .. so they weren't able to operate on her for past decacycle. She's... stable! Right? So..." He pauses. "Also, I'm not sure moving her would be a very good idea, she might wake up..."

 He glances over at First Aid. "Wait, the dispenser measures in mm - um, I don't know the conversion.."

**Prowl has posed:**
    Prowl glares at the useless mech, and was about to give him an audial-full, but decides there's no point. "First Aid, get her on a gurney and get her to room 105. The equipment you need should already be in place." Just fragging get her off his lap already!

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "I'm on it." he says quietly as he brings over a gurney. "Make that 104mm." he says to the clinican "And help me with the transfer. We're goin to get her to a gurney as quicly as possible. Hold her head still we do not want spinal damages."

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet ratchet can feel one of his optics flicker, "Doesn't matter if I work here or not, this is my patient." His processor easily flowing through the motions as he runs scans and checks over Juris, "She is NOT stable, those are practically field patches!? Who in their right mind would think they'd last!?" He steps in before the other nurse can, helping First Aid shift her over and beginning the run down to the OR. "Don't suppose this is the right time to ask you to be my SIC of the Medical Division, Fisrt Aid."

**Juris has posed:**
"S-Sorry, sir..." the clinician stammers when Prowl glares at him.

 And then he cringes, leaning away from Ratchet when he starts yelling. "It wasn't me!! It wasn't me! Ugh.." This had been one hell of a cycle. He's about to step in and help get Juris onto the gurney, but then Ratchet takes over. "..."

 "Oookay then, I'll.. I'm just.. I'm just gonna go get the painkillers then."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Yeah, thats a good call." he says to the clinician. Once Juris is on the gurney and they are moving to the OR, he blinks, his movements never stopping as he looks for Juris's medical ports so they can begin "Me?" He seems surprised. "I'd be honored, sir. Surprised but honored. Let's see if we can get this patient stable before delegating anything officially though." seems like he can stabilize a patient and work at the same time. Normally hes awkward. But when it comes to saving someone's life, First Aid works with a professional grace brought on by pressure.

**Prowl has posed:**
    "Yes. Yes go fetch the anesthetics. -Now-." Prowl demands. This mech really needed to get out of their faces. He stands up once Juris is -finally- off of his lap, glad for it. He watches Ratchet and First Aid hurry toward the OR, satisfied that Juris is taken care of.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet sweeps into the OR with First Aid at his heels and calls out orders to those around. Prepare the berth, get everything sterile, where are the surgical tools!? But soon enough it all is ready and Ratchet is in surgery as he removes patches and welds them over proper.

**Juris has posed:**
The clinician rapidly excuses himself to get the meds.

 Once he retrieves the painkillers, Ratchet and First Aid seemed so absorbed in stabilizing Juris that he doesn't bother alerting them of his presence, instead, he just leaves them on a med table near the door and slips out. Honestly, he hopes he never has to run into any of these people ever again. But considering he's an Autobot, that isn't likely..

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid sees the meds on the table and moves to get them bringing them over to help secure juris. "I swear Im going to have to have a saftey meeting in here. Is anyone trained?" he hands over some sterilized tools and takes the patches when ratchet removes them. Hes very calm, as he normally is when hes working. But his boy is tense from whats been going on here.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet hears the other enter, but doesn't look up as First aid goes to retrieve it. "Honestly I'm not sure this place is our responsibility anymore. Jazz and Prime plan to set up an in house medical facility and I'm perfectly ok with that plan. A slow careful weld... and that bit is done. Onto the next.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid shakes his head. "I know. The patients here are suffering, Ratchet." He says, concentrating on his work. "It doesnt matter if its our responsibility or not. My responsibility is to saving lives an lives need to be saved here.. I dont know why she was brought here and not to us to b egin with."

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet lets air rattle through his vents, "Yeah... Yeah they are." He doesn't like it either but its doubtful in the future he will just be able to waltz in like he always does. "We need to know what happened." He merges a severed fuel line, "I need you to go talk to Prowl, First Aid."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Right. If you can get her stable an conscious, I can go over and talk to Prowl now. You ok with it?" he asks. If he gets a confirmation, he'll grab a small lathe and clean his hands, sterilizing them as he heads over to Prowl. "Hello, Prowl." he greets. "Do you have a few minutes? I need to know what happened here."

**Prowl has posed:**
    "She was attacked by a neutral named Quartz in the Dead End about a megacycle ago." Prowl informs First Aid. Then he frowns. "I am not sure why Quartz suddenly became violent." This isn't true, but there are secrets to be kept.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid Scowls under his mask. "Not sure?" he asks. "Is there something you're leaving out?" he asks. "Im wondering why she was b rought here of all places."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock comes rushing into the hospital, looking more than a little ticked, and upset, but she'd holding it together and making her way to First Aid, with a but of tunnel vision at that as the first words that came out of her mouth was almost /angry shouting./

      "Which room? and Why the absolute <censored> was she transferred from the Repair bay to here?! And who'd aft do I have to put my pede up for authorizing that?!"

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid shakes his head. "Prowl had us move her to room 105 to stabilize her. Ratchet and I moved her. Quite frankly, Im appaled that she was in this condition for this amount of time and how untrained the staff is here. Im half tempted to request being assigned here until people can be properly trained." He says. "I was just asking Prowl what happened. Could you help me get her stable and conscious?" He asks. "Sorry, Prowl. Can we continue this coversation while I work. Critical patient, Im sure you understand."

**Prowl has posed:**
    "If I am leaving anything out, it's not your clearance level to know." Prowl snaps when First Aid questions his honesty, and then Starlock also starts questioning decisions that were made regarding Juris. "She was not transferred here, she was brought here originally because Deltaran is the best equipped to handle such a grievous level of trauma outside of the Decagon's medical ward, and since she is not with us they are not authorized to operate on her on-site. That is why I called Ratchet -here-."

     "Now, kindly do your jobs and stop asking questions that have nothing to with said jobs." he says indignantly, and leaves in a huff.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Will do Aid." Starlock quickly response, going to turn and head for the room only to stop mid step as Prowl states something /blatantly/ false. "No.. She wasn't, because I was the one that pulled her from that mess, and transported her. I know where I brought her." She'd state codly, before starting to walk again.

      "Your right Right." She says in a angry, yet cheerful tone. "Also Prowl, they have /everything/ to do with our jobs, because this place cannot be trusted." he'd add before storming into the room, not wanting to hear what excuses he had or notice if he stormed off.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid doesnt seem to take offense "No sir. Its none of my business." he pauses. "If you'll excuse me I have a patient." ith that he turns to head back to the room. "And Im going to stay around here. Make sure everyones trained so nothing like this happens."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was quick to follow First aid's orders without question, however there was clear wear and anger showing on her face as she worked, that she was heavily repressing as she worked.