#doyourequirefirstaid

[cliff-and-the-kid]

Well, overhearing this has Sierra feeling a little more anxious than usual, even if @doyourequirefirstaid meant to be reassuring with the initial statement.

If someone is capable of eating her, she'd kind of like to know.

"How, um. How do you tell the difference between the 'most' and 'not-most', then? If you don't mind me asking..."

[helicrazy]

@doyourequirefirstaid

Vortex finds himself in a certain mood that involves visiting his favorite medic where he works. He gives no comm line or message for a heads-up of his arrival, he wants it to be a surprise even if the mech is in the middle of something, including patching up someone.

He strolls into the room where First Aid is and leans against the wall with an arm. His rotors twitched while placing a servo on his hip, and displayed one of his 'he's definitely intruding' smiles.

"Hi, sweetie~"

[autobotmedic]

@doyourequirefirstaid (x)

"Then I should be legally and ethically allowed to punch them."

[prevailinghatred]

@doyourequirefirstaid replied to your post.

“For a lot of us, the War is over.”

And now there's one talking to him. Apparently neutral, as if they had no idea who he was. Megatron can't help but blink at them, disbelieving that he's found himself in such a curious situation. And... what's this about the war being over?

"In what Universe is the war ever over?" he rasped, lip curling upward as he looked upon the Autobot insignia emblazoned on their chest.

"For that matter — you would speak to me as if I didn't do unspeakable, unforgivable things to you, and yours? You would speak to ME of all people about neutrality? Can you not see what a terrific waste of breath that is."

[transformiing]

@doyourequirefirstaid

“My orders still stand. Anything beyond a little shoving or wrestling is prohibited.

“…And I was under the impression medical professionals would be more against roughhousing than the average mech.”

[trustme-imamedic]

@doyourequirefirstaid replied

Hides behind the nearest furniture. “Look out, he’s armed and clingy!”

"You!! Where's the leg?? He is getting in on this too!"

[photobombingcryptid]

Don't mind him chomping on that digit.

Affectionately.

[pharmanic]

@doyourequirefirstaid replied: “You should have asked us for help. Or even just me, if it had been too uncomfortable to talk about it with Ambulon. That’s all. You should have asked, we would have done anything to help you. At the very least, you wouldn’t have had to bear it alone.”

"I didn't want Ambulon to panic. And I had hoped— at least at first— that a different solution would arise. Delphi was such a small, isolated clinic. I didn't want you guys to have to worry. To have to..." He trails off.

"I never meant for either of you to get hurt." It's whispered, but it's there.

[teluminferus]

@doyourequirefirstaid replied to your post “Why frag Tarn, Terminus, Ghostspire or Trepan when...”:

:3

​See! Someone gets it!

[venatorventus]

“Scourge, right? You’re bleeding…” -doyourequirefirstaid

{ @doyourequirefirstaid }

"It wouldn't be the first time," he manages with a wry smile. Though he cradles his arm a bit stiffly, he is still upright- it'll take more than a little combat to knock him out of commission.

"I'm not exactly made for hand to hand, but if you think I look bad, you should see the other mech."

[a-life-revised]

{ @doyourequirefirstaid } Wryly. "All things considered, I don't think he had the chance."

[float-like-a-dragonfly]

@doyourequirefirstaid started following you

It seems beyond foolish, considering all her years in a far worse state of disrepair, but for the life of her Dragonfly cannot ignore the small biting sting of something wedged between two fingers on her hand.

So. She finds herself slipping into the camp's newly expanded clinic, digits held carefully still, and settles in to wait for an opportune moment to ask for a medic's assistance.

[wear-my-face]

➺ [doyourequirefirstaid]

Send ➺to find my muse badly wounded and bleeding after a battle.

@doyourequirefirstaid

There was supposed to be a traitor among the Decepticons stationed here and traitors to the cause had to be found and punished. Unfortunately if the entire Decepticon Justice Division were to simply show up it would not only utterly disrupt all operations, but also let any traitors know that they were on to them causing them to either vanish or be on their very best behavior. Not to mention that even loyal Decepticons started acting nervous and suspicious when the DJD was around...

As the newest and most inconspicious member of the team Vos had been chosen to investigate alone. No one ever paid much mind to small gunformers like him. He had arrived along with a few other transfers and documents had him listed as 'Scope' to avoid tipping anyone of to what his real mission was.

Vos had been partnered with a mech who was supposedly a very good shot and at least had ample experience with non-sentient rifles. However in the very first ecounter with some Autobots he had to discover that this mech was far too confident in his own abilities. The wannabe sharpshooter kept trying to manually correct him, which resulted in plenty of misses and of course it was the rifle who got the blame.

It really made him miss Tarn's steady servos or Kaon's (literally) blind faith in him. And never did he miss his teammates more than when that idiot took a hit and managed to practically throw him...

Things after that were pretty hazy and by the time he regained consciousness the battle appeared to be over. Since he couldn't really move in his altmode Vos transformed back to his robot mode, the damage he had sustained turned out to be far worse than he initially assumed. Something had gotten bent or maybe even broken, either way transformation hurt bad enough to nearly cause another processor shutdown and when he was done he found that one of his legs had gotten twisted out of its hip joint, there was a gash on his lower back and far too much of his own energon outside his body.

[helicrazy]

"Oh, but you love me." Vortex purrs as he reaches up to place his servo over First Aid's. His rotors flicker again at the medic's words. "And that sounds like a date. Are you asking me out? Because I'd be delighted to have you cut me open."

First Aid gives a small growl and reaches up to squish Vortex’s face between his hands. “You. Are. Insatiable.”

He lets his chin rest on an edge of Vortex’s chestplates. “If this is you hinting you wanna get vivisected again, then you should know I’ve actually graduated med school since then and spent four millennia honing my skills.” He lowers his voice. “Which means now I’m much, much more knowledgeable… and precise.”

[medicillin]

Vibe Check

Tagged by: @ghostlyvisage

Tagging: @mnemoiisms @doyourequirefirstaid @sparkmender or anyone who wants to get wrecked

[weaimtomaim]

Recent events inspired me to make this. Enjoy my masterpiece.

(tagging @doyourequirefirstaid and @cliff-and-the-kid since you two inspired this lmao)