1021/One Repair

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would limp her way into the medical bay, partly hoping to see two other bots also in here, but she didn't and just vented a sigh, and made her way to a medberth and fell back onto it with a tired thud, and placed her arm over her optics, closing them.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid is up and working again, prepping the medbay. "Oh, Starlock. Come on up on a table. Let me take a look at you." He approaches her with his tools, giving a scan and starts to work on her injuries.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock opened an optic at hearing aid, lifting her arm to spot him. "Hey Aid.." She'd sigh, placing her arm back over her optics, trying to take in the moment of peace as he worked. Her frame had quite a few nasty wounds on it from where he'd taken direct hits from the defences, one being a head wound that was leaking energon, the others across her chassis.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid finds the headwound to be the most serious, working on removing her helm. "Stay still. I'm going to shine a light in your optics to test your reflexes. Starlock, I want you to talk to me ok?" he asks, sounding concerned. "I want to make sure you don't have a concussion."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "I'd be surprised if I /didn't/ have a concussion." She'd chuckle, dropping her arm and allowing her helmet to be removed, interestingly, it was a half-helm, and underneath long wires had been hidden that drape to the floor, each wire had some sort of connecter hidden at their end. "Yeah, i'll keep talking, Don't worry..."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Good. So tell me about the battle." he says as he works on the wire with one hand. He takes out a penlight with the other. "Follow the light, please." he shines it at her optics. "I'm testing the relays."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Was me and Blurr taken' up the front, wherE Darkstar and Phantom where sat... Blurr was quite through the whole thing.. Nightlash joined us and helped in disabling the defences." She'd take her goggles off and attempt to follow the light without squinting, which was surprisingly hard. "doing so."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses. "Some feedback. Hmm. Okay, what I'm going to do is some recalibration. Might take a few days for it to take effect. Can you move everything? Anything feel numb?" he asks as he starts to seal any energon lines.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Sides my sanity?.. Uhhh." she'd squint, running tests to ensure she was feeling everything, there some notable lag. "..Yeah I feel everything." She'd respond. "Little slow, but that's normal."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid chuckles. "We're all losing that." he says. "GOod. You remember anything? Any lag or anything?" he asks. "I'm going to do some suction. Think that leak's a little close to main lines here." He grabs a hose from his tools and starts to suck some of the spilled energon from the area where the broken fuel lines are. "You're gonna make it. I worry about you, you know. You should be more careful."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "PShhh, sanity is overrated." She'd chuckle. "Sort of.. always had memory issues." She'd huff. "specially when it comes to things like that, that happened so fast." She'd reply, keeping still as she allowed First Aid to work. "...I know, I make a lot of people worry, but I don't.. Do what I do out of recklessness, or stupidity.. I blinded Darkstar because I wanted to ensure he'd rather focus on me, or be unable to fire, to allow a very severely injured Blurr to get away to safety."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "I could look into that if you want. See whats causing it. I'm no mnemosurgeon, but I could see what I could do." he shakes his head. "Why do you let him goad you?" he asks as he works.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Hm? Oh no he didn't groad me, I was ensuring a patient got away safely." She'd correct. "...Ehh, it's fine, I know whats causing it, it's.. normal, for me." She'd add, laying there. "..Thanks for patching me up, also." She'd state after a moment in a bid to change the topic.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses. "A patient?" he asks. "No problem. You've done the same for me its the least I can do. How are you feeling now?" he asks.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Well, yeah." She'd squint up at Aid. "I was the medic on sight, thus, Blurr was my patient." She'd explain, before looking back down to the ceiling in thought. "...Tired.. I should probably recharge." She'd sigh. "....Restless mostly."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "How long do you think he'll live out there? I'll go once you're stable I..." He says. "I hope Im not too late."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "I don't know, he was pretty bad according to my vitals monitor..." She'd sigh. "... Quicker he's found, the better, even if he doesn't want /our/ help, but he should be seen to by someone here."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid tilts his head at her thoughtfully. "I hope we can get him in. Maybe Healthpoint. Hot rod seems to like her, so maybe Blurr will too." He says. "I shouldnt have listened to Rod, come to think of it. Ratchet will have my head."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock only could give a denta filled smiled as she closed her optics, reaching for a datapad to start the report. "..Wait till you hear me one these days when I'm in my right mind, I'll just sound like a more mature Hot Rod." She'd joke, but honestly? at this point, with how often she gets yelled at by Prowl? She's starting to feel that was truth.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid chuckles. "Is that a bad thing or good thing. I should have listened to Ratchet. I dont know what got into me."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "I don't know, and I'm a little scared to find out." She'd laugh. "Yeah, when in doubt, listen to the higher rank... Ratchet.. Ratchet's your safest bet though." She'd nod, pointing the datapad stylus at him.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid chuckles. "Me too, but its allright. I'll just listen to Ratchet from now on."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Good... He's.. He's the good sort." She would smile and nod, starting to work on the report. "...I know it maybe scary, but believe me... Rather Ratchet scold me.. Means I'm alive, and.. I'm cared for, because he's doing it out of genuine concern." She'd reassure.