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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 7, 2009 0:45:22 GMT -5
Setinel wasn't sure he had felt as much pain as he did at the moment. The four year old had known the rec room was off limits to him, of course he had. But he wanted to play with the big bots. He had gotten his wish, but he hadn't come out in good shape. His arm was bent, and the side of his face slightly scratched up. Of course, upon seeing him, one of the mech's had escorted him to the base. Apparently, there was a reason why the smaller, human-weights were off limits, and he had learned that the hard way.
He moved slowly into the Med Bay, the mech who had escorted him leaving. He whimpered slightly as he limped, looking for any sign of Ratchet. "Uncle Ratchet?" He groaned lightly, his eyes wandering.
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Post by Ratchet on Sept 7, 2009 0:56:28 GMT -5
Ratchet had been sorting his supplies in the store room when he had heard a small voice call for him. He stopped what he was doing and left the supply room. He almost swore out loud when he saw Setinel's injuries. He hurried over to the boy and picked him up placing him on a berth. He dashed all over the medbay getting the supplies he needed to fix the boy up.
"What happened? Who did this to you?" Ratchet asked wide opticed.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 7, 2009 1:00:07 GMT -5
Setinel even at a young age saw this reaction coming. Ratchet had a few times freaked out about his injuries. He sighed, sitting on the berth, he held his arms gently, looking at Ratchet. "I did Uncle Ratchet, I went in the rec room..." He then added "Tried to play with big bot toys..." He tried to explain. He knew he was in trouble, whether his Father found out or not. And as such he may ass well come clean now.
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Post by Ratchet on Sept 7, 2009 1:10:01 GMT -5
YOU DID WHAT?!? Ratchet cried. every door and window in the base must of rattled with that cry. He sensed his anger might make the boy upset but by primus wasnt he told not to go in there?
"you know you were not supposed to venture into that room setinel. Your father had plainly told you not too. There are far too many things you could hurt yourself with. "
Ratchet transformed a finger into a syringe small enough for setinel and gave a small dose of painkillers into the arm so he could set it.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 7, 2009 1:15:04 GMT -5
Setinel bit his lip and closed his eyes slowly as Ratchet yelled, he knew he should have seen it coming. "I know, but I wanna see what's so fun 'bout it." He looked up at his Uncle slowly, whining slight as the siringe went into him. He had seen him do something simmilar to bots who broke a servo. So he came to the assumption it was possible it was broken too. "Is my arm broke?" He asked, questioning it "Like Sides and Sunny last week?"
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Post by Ratchet on Sept 7, 2009 1:22:42 GMT -5
Ratchet sighed. Curiousity was the death of many things. He straightened the boy's arm and placed a stint on it. He then used a rubbery like substance and coated the arm in it. Spraying a hardener on it the rubbery clay turned into a cast.
He brought a piece of cloth and sprayed some alcohol on it before wiping the scraped on his face clean and placing a bandage on them.
"Yes your arm is broken. And its just like Sides and sunny last week, and the week before that, and the week before that, and the two days prior to that......" he could go on for days......
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 7, 2009 1:32:44 GMT -5
"Daddy's not gonna be happy... He and Grandpa Trion are in a meetin'." Setinel commented. Of course, the entire base knew Alpha Trion was not his Grandfather. However, he had been his Father's caretaker as well as Megatron's for several years. So Chris regarded the elderly mech as his 'Grandfather', unaware of Nemesis Prime's very existance.
He didn't move his arm, knowing he wasn't supposed to. Chances were, he'd have to wear a sling to prevent that. Though he wasn't sure, not yet anyway. He sighed, and watched Ratchet, waiting for what he'd do next. He always enjoyed watching Ratchet, he did what he secretly wanted to. To work with mechanics, and maybe, just maybe, be a medic. "You gonna call him, right?" He asked.
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Post by Ratchet on Sept 7, 2009 1:41:03 GMT -5
"No I imagine Optimus is gonna go blow a gasket....a gasket that Im going to have to repair." He dug around in a drawer looking for some anti-biotic pills for Chris so as to stave any infection. He thought he had found the right one however when he opened the cap and a dozen fake snakes jumped up at him he decided he had in fact chosen the wrong one. He made a mental note to torture the twins during their next weekly visit.
"You know I have to call him. If he saw your injuries and wasn't told he would have both our hides."
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 7, 2009 1:46:21 GMT -5
"Either that or Grandpa will." Setinel giggled, Alpha Trion had that affect on people, being a bit too... Eccentric. But, like with Optimus, Chris was close to his Grandfather. He was a tough lover, but Alpha Trion still spoiled him like a Grandfather should. And with that type of personality, how could Chris not be fond of the mech. "I know... But I ain't leavin' my room for a while." He replied "You got one of those holdy thingies?" He asked, not knowing what a sling was called. He figured he couldn't keep it still and that would at least help him to do so.
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Post by Ratchet on Sept 7, 2009 1:54:11 GMT -5
Ratchet's frame shuddered with the thought of Prime and Alpha Trion going after him. Primus forbid the thought. He found the pills he was looking for and took out one. He grabbed a small cup of water for Chris and placed the pill on the table next to him. He listened to Chris's question and nodded. how could he of forgotten that? He went into the storeroom and came out with a blue one with a red autobot symbol on it. he gently fit it around the boy's arm.
"Take that pill for me please, youngling" using far more gentler bedside manner than most got in a solar cycle.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 7, 2009 1:58:59 GMT -5
Chris was careful in taking the pill in his hand and then downing it with water, careful not to use his broken arm to do so. He looked at Ratchet calmly, then looked around. "Daddy should be out of the meetin' in a few hours..." He commented, shifting on the berth "Maybe you should try den." He questioned, looking away "I need to stay 'ere until then, right?"
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Post by Ratchet on Sept 7, 2009 2:07:06 GMT -5
Ratchet nodded at setinel. the boy was smart for his age, and very observant.
"Yes youngling, you need to heal and you need lots of rest to do that." he lifted the boy off the berth and brought him over to the section of the medbay set up just for him. Ratchet lay the boy on the soft bed and switched on a viewscreen which was set on the sparkling network.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 8, 2009 0:07:17 GMT -5
--Trion--
Alpha Trion strode into the Med Bay calmly, a cape like appendage flowing behind him, the elderly mech was coming in the place of Optimus. Said Autobot Leader was swamped with work, and had asked him to come in his place. He knew the damage, and wasn't mad per say, but albeit a bit worried. Especially when it was his surrogate son's sparkling. "Evenin' Ratchet." He commented as he approached the yellow mech "Our little troublemaker doing ok."
--Chris--
Trion got his answer with a shoout of 'Grandpa!' as Chris hopped off the bed and made a move towards him. The large, elderly mech taking his up gently in one arm. Alpha Trion was small enough that this was easier fo him.
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Post by Ratchet on Sept 8, 2009 0:15:38 GMT -5
Ratchet turned towards the mech who just spoke. He smiled and casually saluted his other commanding officer.
"Hello Alpha Sir." Ratchet said. "The kiddo had a broken arm and some small abrasions on his face but he will be fine." He told him as he finished compiling the day's log and storing it into a computer for later reference.
"Seems lil' Setinel went exploring into the rec room earlier...."
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 8, 2009 0:20:08 GMT -5
Trion shook his head slowly, turning his head to the little boy in his arm, he shook his head slowly. "What are we going to do with you little one?" He asked smiling softly, then looking at Ratchet more sternly "Optimus would have been here, however there was an attack on a Youth Sector he had to attend to." The youth sectors were a sanctuary for homeless sparklings and younglings with nowhere to go. So to hear it had been attacked was trully worthy of being called 'Tragic'.
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