32nd Transmission -- Forward-Dated just a few hours

[heavyweaponsbot]

[An accidental transmission, this time. Silence at first. Is it recording from the site of the downed ceiling?

... Judging from the sudden gasp of air through intake cycles, no, it's not. There's no slow wakening when you're an Autobot. Everything comes back online at once. And you lie there, staring at the ceiling, trying to get your bearings.]


Where...? Oh.

[Metal creaks, and he groans, deciding against moving for the moment.]

What happened?



((ooc: So. What do you lose when you're a giant robot who wears no clothing? Or carries possessions? Either way, he's back in his room. Bracing himself for scolding.))

Comments

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I prefer to be right when it does not end in harm to my comrades.

[He braces his weight, cycling a sigh.]

She will wait a few moments.

[Because he doesn't want you to leave just yet.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... So do I, suddenly.

[He almost protests, but the support is too welcomed. And he suddenly doesn't want to go anywhere. It's fatigue, shock from what happened. That's all it is. He lets his head rest where it is, optics shuttered.]

If you say so...

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Perhaps he should have told him to go and ease Mikaela's troubled mind. It was the responsible course, the right one.

He had told himself he wouldn't allow personal feelings to cloud his professional judgment, but even then - He didn't think he'd have let Ironhide run off so quickly, even if they hadn't had that conversation.]

I am sure she will see this, and contact you herself.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He knows he should go find her. But... Ratchet's right. He made an announcement. She'll see it. And if not--he'll go looking. In a minute.

Just a minute more.]

I am... sorry. Never meant it to happen...

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[A minute was long enough. A long minute.]

I know.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Maybe another minute. Or two. Just to be sure. He edges a little closer, if possible.]

You... all right?

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Closer is good. It's actually very comfortable.]

I am now that you have been revived. I suppose there will always be the lingering worry that you would return the next time.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He lets his head drop, resting it on the other's shoulder.]

It... will always be like that. Back home... But here... I will always come back.

For you.