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ataraxionlogs2012-03-30 11:15 pm
hummerdoc) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-03-30 11:15 pm
The Good Doctor [Closed]
CHARACTERS: Ratchet + Rey
LOCATION: Medbay
WARNINGS: Medical stuff? Nothing much
SUMMARY: Rey's coming in for a checkup, and Ratchet's the lucky one.
NOTES: Nothing of note~! but will edit as necessary.
It was Ratchet's shift this evening, and quiet, for once. Megamind was in a secured part of the medbay, and asleep, so Ratchet had time to catch up on the influx of new information on the passengers of this forsaken ship, jumping blind through the cosmos.
He had his own personal notes, written in the Cybertronian glyphs he still thought in, despite knowing all the spoken and written Earth languages, but they weren't just from his examinations, also coming from what he hears on the network, and sees for himself.
It gave him time to think, to digest the happenings, from the mutiny, to someone outing himself as a mutant, able to manipulate metal, of all things. What else would this ship bring for him to marvel over?
LOCATION: Medbay
WARNINGS: Medical stuff? Nothing much
SUMMARY: Rey's coming in for a checkup, and Ratchet's the lucky one.
NOTES: Nothing of note~! but will edit as necessary.
It was Ratchet's shift this evening, and quiet, for once. Megamind was in a secured part of the medbay, and asleep, so Ratchet had time to catch up on the influx of new information on the passengers of this forsaken ship, jumping blind through the cosmos.
He had his own personal notes, written in the Cybertronian glyphs he still thought in, despite knowing all the spoken and written Earth languages, but they weren't just from his examinations, also coming from what he hears on the network, and sees for himself.
It gave him time to think, to digest the happenings, from the mutiny, to someone outing himself as a mutant, able to manipulate metal, of all things. What else would this ship bring for him to marvel over?
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When it came up, Rey had no idea how to answer any of these things. She'd managed to avoid treading the subject for this long, but if recent events had been any sort of indicator, it was that something needed to be addressed.
It's been about three months now -- or something like that. She hadn't been keeping track of the time all that well. Bottom line, she still had no idea what to make of her situation.
Or herself.
Which was why she decided to take some time to drop by the clinic for a change, which also took some remarkable effort. She didn't know why, but hospitals made her a little uneasy...
Eventually, Ratchet would be met with a scarred-faced woman peering cautiously around the corner of his doorway. Not a single hello or a wave or anything, though. Instead, she just waited to be noticed first.
Hope he didn't mind being stared at.
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Eyebrow arched, Ratchet set his datapad aside, locking it, before addressing the female.
"May I help you?" Hands folded on the desk, a polite tone of voice, but one that definitely said something more than surface politeness. More or less a request for succinct detailing of issues, instead of hemming and hawing.
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At the very least, she stepped closer into view, no longer peering her head around the doorframe. Though Rey didn't walk in just yet. The lack of hem-haws provided more comfort than anything else (she probably would've just walked away otherwise).
"You tell me." She stood straight, almost at attention. "I need a... checkup. A physical, or whatever you call it."
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He watched her move into the doorway, blue eyes looking over the woman standing at the door. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest.
"Well, quit standing there and come in. I haven't developed scanners that will work from a distance yet." One hand waved at the chair in front of his desk. "Some details before I check you over."
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"Right." She moved into the chair and sat, completely straight-faced. "What kind of details do you need?"
Because she wasn't sure how truthful she was going to be with all of them.
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"Name, serial number, that sort of thing. For records only I or you can see."
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001 ยป 056.
"My name is Rey. I've never gone in for one of these kinds of things before, so you'll have to bear with me."
fksaga I'm sorry to be this late
"Rey. I am Ratchet. And you've never been in for a check-up? Interesting."
it's all good, bro!
"I haven't felt the need to since I showed up." She shrugs. Totally concerned for her health, this one.
derps derps. Ratchet was being an antisocial ass :|
"And nothing out of the ordinary post jumps? You were in the same group as I, and I was here with the first wave. Surely something has cropped up?"
He thought of others, and how they had differing reactions to each jump.
it happens, haha
Her throat hitches. She actually breaks and looks away briefly, before looking back to the doctor again.
"When people arrived here, they don't seem to remember much about what happened to them in the moments before they were brought here. It usually comes back to them within a few days, correct?" Her eyes narrow; her head tilts. "It's been a lot longer than a few days. Not much has come back to me."
it needs to stop, ratchet :| /smacks muse
"Usually, yes. But obviously not with you. Would you mind telling me what you do recall? It will not leave this room, if that is a concern."
/kneecaps B(
"I remember waking up in a morgue, wearing rags and a toe-tag -- that's how I know my name. I'm in a hospital. I manage to break out of the basement, but all the hospital staff are gone. In fact, the patients are gone, too. Then there's this crazy guy that just comes at me with a scalpel. I'm not in any shape to run, so I try to disable him. I don't think I intended to kill him, though."
Really.
"...that's all."
:3
He tapped a finger against his arm, nodding along.
"Fairly simple explanation. You had a traumatic experience then you found yourself here. Trauma on top of more trauma and disorientation can make the mind work in peculiar ways. Also, was that your first time killing another being?"
Not judging, merely curious, and wanting to confirm matters before he spoke further.
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Fortunately, it didn't come to that.
"I don't think so." She promptly answered, remembering how easily the kill had come to her. Like natural instinct. It had happened again when that guy snuck up on her while she'd been asleep in the hallways. Startling as it might have been, it didn't feel like something she didn't have any control over. Or couldn't control later down the line, of course.
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"I see. Were they all self-defense? I ask, in case there may be problems later."
For a medic, he was surprisingly accepting of someone killing another being, but then, there was the fact he was a soldier as well, with over ten thousand years of war under his metaphorical belt.
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The closest thing to any kind of comfort she could recall was an assault rifle, and she didn't have much else. The thought alone would have been depressing, if only she could feel anything.
But she didn't.
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He shifted in his seat, resting his chin on his folded hands.
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At that, she had no idea as to why that practice just seemed logical to her. Perhaps it meant something. Or maybe she was just grasping at straws here, because not knowing proved frustrating more than anything.
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"In some cases it can work. Organic brains can be tricky, and even humans have no idea the full extent of the brain's function. I could see if someone could do hypnosis, but that may not be advisable. Perhaps there is a reason for you to not recall certain things."
But something about this matter gave him a small suspicion. He wouldn't say anything, not until he had more information and her trust.
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For as wooden as she was half of the damn time, there was a certain level of resolve in her decision. At first she had been holding out on the option that, perhaps sometime, soon, she would begin to remember things. Get back pieces of herself. Stop feeling the way she always did.
But it hasn't. This stagnant feeling remained, and it didn't seem like it was going to go away anytime soon.
Then she remembered that split second where she nearly attacked Tillman, and suddenly it wasn't so much as concern but the reality and logic that washed over...
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"I'll make discreet inquiries."
He sat forward, arms resting on the desk. He wasn't letting his thoughts and misgivings show on his face, keeping himself looking neutral. It was her mind, after all.
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She wasn't in the place to argue, and she didn't want to try wracking her brain trying to think up any excuses, either.
Good to know that when she set her mind to something, she didn't change her mind so easily.
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"Is there anything I should know?" Back to business, Ratchet. Get this business of mucking around in processors (brains, Ratchet! Organics have brains. But Primus, did he hate mucking around in heads) over with, and perhaps then this little puzzle will be solved. Anything would be helpful in this chaotic environment.
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She was here for a reason. It would be completely counterproductive if she kept him in the dark about this.
"Yeah." She lifted her head up, giving the doctor a long look. "There was a fire in my sleeping quarters awhile back. I didn't have a room for awhile, so I slept in the halls."
Which, incidentally, led to her getting trapped in them that one time.
Anyway... "Sometimes, things I touch burn -- or start to burn. I haven't figured out how it works."
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"You can make things start to burn. It's nothing you can control yet?"
Ratchet rested his chin on his folded hands, calmly waiting for answers.
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"I think so. So far, it's only been something that happens when I'm asleep."
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