22 - audio

[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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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He actually glances at her, then.]

The one everyone dislikes. For the zombie incident.

[abstinentzombie]

[Thanks for pointing that out.]

Yes. That one.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Thought you sounded familiar.

[Why yes... that is really all he has to say on the matter. Relieved, Kloe?]

[abstinentzombie]

[That's actually really refreshing. Kloe doesn't say anything for the next minute or two to finish cleaning up her workspace, but once she's done she pulls out a small jar filled with small golden squares and hands sort of sticks it in Ironhide's face.]

Here.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[That's probably the last thing he's expecting to have happen. And for the first time since she walked in, he actually emotes something other than "fuck my life".]

[He pulls his head back, scowling, before... awkwardly taking it.]

What is this.

[abstinentzombie]

[This is Kloe crossing her arms over her chest.]

It's honey candy. You eat it. It's for being a good patient.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He keeps staring at it.]

['good patient']

[It's not her fault, but the words twist his spark around in knots. He nods -- meant to be a 'thanks' and an acknowledgment -- and looks back down at the floor again.]

[abstinentzombie]

[There's nothing else from her end, either. Kloe picks up her bag, glances at his back one more time, and is out the door. Just like that.]