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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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[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.