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An introduction might be needed, so…

Hi, I am First Aid. I’m a nurse formerly stationed at Delphi.

I’m unsure how this place exactly operates or what my allies have been up to… But, I hope all is well.
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// IT’S THAT MOTHERFUCKER AHHHHHH.
Look idk what I got up to my later life, but yeah I got a full body! Lemme see if I can’t pull it up….

Tada!

That’s me! Man I really let myself go…

But Decepticon? What’s that?
[ He paused on the name before he sends the message through the comm. line. ]

[ “… Rodimus.” ]

[ His processor returned back to the fateful evening in the woods, where his vox was crushed by the one mech he thought was his good friend. It was so painful… He stopped thinking about it. ]
[ The little medic leans back for a moment, staring at Longarm with a hard, unreadable look. His shoulders sag as he looks down at the ground next to him. ]

[ “You’re acting weirdly caring, for someone who’s taken. Aren’t you with…” ]
[ "I don't think we should be doing this. This is rather unprofessional." ]

[ His field let off a little bit of anxiety, and he quickly bottled it up before too much of his anxiousness becomes more apparent.

He keeps his servo still though. The contact was oddly reassuring despite his processor -]
[ ... Even more puzzling.

Wasn't Longarm with Rodimus? Aren't they a thing now...? Knowing Rodimus is sparked up with Longarm's protoform, this felt all too strange. Was the Prime cheating? Was the medic a side piece? Was he irrational for thinking this way?

None of this is making sense. ]
[ First Aid was taken aback by how suddenly close they were. What...? He stared hard at the other's faceplate with puzzlement, trying to figure out what the other was thinking. ]

[ "I am thankful you think that. Hah. But, why are you so close? I am confused." ]

[ His hold on his servo was... ]
[ "... I sort of regret coming here." ]
[ First Aid let out a laugh... Or what sounded like air being released from his frame. ]

[ "I was only here for a vacation and to drop off supplies. But, it seems like this planet has other plans." ]

[ His spark seemed to shrink into itself the more he thought about his circumstance. ]
[ He seemed to release some fear in his field the moment their servos touched. ]

[ "They haven't yet. They only restored my snapped neck, but voxes... Well, that will be provided down the line... Given that I'm planets away to be properly provided a replacement. After all..." ]
[ First Aid instinctually opened his intake to respond, but of course, nothing comes out. He reels himself back and stares off to the side. ]

[ Typing… ]

[ “I had an incident. But it’s fine! It’s fine.” ]

[ He feels himself crumbling already from the moment he tried to speak. ]
[ He pats the empty spot next to him to gesture the Prime to come next to him. ]
[ As he approaches the area, the sight of Longarm seems to make the medic’s shoulders tense up. ]



[ He resorted to waving. ]

[ In the comm. lines… ]

[ “I am fairly well, thank you. How are you?” ]

[ He silently approaches the lake and sits down at the edges of it. ]
[ 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙰𝚒𝚍; 𝚝𝚘 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 # 𝚃𝚊𝚐(𝚜) 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍? ]

Ah, sure! I’d love to meet up, and yes, same place. Right this moment I presume?

[ The message was sent off and he begins to move toward the location slowly. He felt uncertain. ]
[ Seeing the comm. notification… Well. His tanks dropped. What should he do…? What should he say? With what he knows now, he doesn’t know what Longarm knows.

He stared long and hard, before sending off a message. ]
[ The medic smiles gently with a tilt of the helm. ]

Yeah… Later. See you! Stay safe out there.
Oh— Of course! I hadn’t even think to share comm. coded. My apologies, but yes. I would like that very much.

[ He shares his comm. code to Longarm without hesitation. ]
[ The little medic smiles. ]

I’m glad to hear that. And yes, of course! I’m interested.

[ He stands up slowly. ]

Back here, or wherever your spark wants, I’ll be up for it. It has been getting rather lonesome upon this planet.
You have to go back to work soon, don’t you? We’ve been out here for quite some time.
[ Hearing those words seems to worry the little medic, but the last part does slightly reassure him. ]

You’re quite resilient, are you?

[ He pursed his dermas against his mouthguard. ]

But I’m glad moments like these are easing your stress.

[ He stares at the pond quietly. ]

[ He nods along with his words. ]

Fair enough... Fair enough.

[ He looks up at the sky. ]

... From the little things I do hear, though, I am concerned. There's infighting, isn't there. I'm not aware of the details but... It sounds a lot.

Aren't you stressed?
[ - his optics. He’s so tired. He should probably flee back to Cybertron or so help him. ]
[ He felt so childish slapping the water and throwing himself recklessly until he tired himself out. It felt so gratifying. All the things that made him tense had escaped his frame until he felt cold and collected again. The medic laid there quietly, staring at the sky before powering off - ]
[ He skipped a stone over the water, before chucking a bigger rock in frustration. Of course everything goes wrong on this forsaken planet. Just— Of course. His processor kept spinning and spinning until he threw himself into the pond, trying to scream but nothing comes out of his intake. ]