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[heavyweaponsbot]

[12 hours after being placed in the stocks, they open, and an Autobot-turned-human drags himself to his feet.]

[He leaves a message, when he gets back to his room:]

Need a medic. Nothing serious. Just dislike leaking all over the place.

[Nothing else.]

[He closes the book.]

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[muteforareason]

Alright then, where are you?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[INSERT ROOM NUMBER HERE.]

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[muteforareason]

On my way.

[A few minutes later, there's a knock on the door.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Open.

[He's on his cot thing, with his back to the door. The salt water did its work -- the long whip marks are clear of infection, but the big man's back is covered in blood.]

[Blood, and old scars.]

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[muteforareason]

[Jael opens the door, wincing at the sight of Ironhide. She sets her bag of medical supplies on the bed behind him, pulling out a few rolls of bandages.

She shuffles around so he can see her and lifts her arms up slightly, then holds up one of the rolls before she starts unraveling it a bit.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He glances up at her, but doesn't say anything, or maintain eye contact. This is, for reasons he will not say, a defeated man.]

[Robot. Whichever.]

[Without a word, he does as she indicates.]

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[muteforareason]

[Jael frowns slightly, but starts wrapping his back, pulling the bandages tight so they don't slip. She's quick, so it doesn't take long for her to wrap him up.

When she's done, she pats his shoulder gently and moves away from him a bit.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He lets her work, in stony silence. At least until she pats him on the shoulder. His shoulder jerks away from the touch, seemingly of its own volition.]

[It's nothing personal. Just instinctive.]

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[muteforareason]

[Jael pulls her hand and steps away to write on her ever-present scrap paper.]

Sorry. I should probably come back in a day or two to check the bandages and make sure your wounds don't become infected.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He glances up at the paper, his good eye flicking over it. After a moment, he nods.]

Fine with me. Will be here.

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[muteforareason]

[Jael smiles and nods, writing a couple more sentences before she turns to leave.]

I'll see you soon, then. Let me know if you need anything else.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He glances at the paper, and nods again.]

[It doesn't seem as if he's going to respond, but... just before she gets to the door.]

... 'ppreciate this.