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Who: Pinoko and YOU
Where: Sacred Heart Memorial Hospital
When: Days 1-5 after the event
Warnings: Feels. Lots and Lots of feels. Pinoko is a feels bomb naturally. But she's infected now... so. FEELS.

This was a mess! Pinoko had been called in (like just about everyone else on staff) to help with the scary virus which was spread by sound. How did viruses spread by sound? Viruses weren't supposed to work that way!

She was also trying to help patch up some of the people who had been hurt when the virus was first dropped. And there were a good number of those. Add to that the number of infection cases that kept coming in and... well... Pinoko was not having the best of days. (Especially since she was still taking classes on top of everything so some of this was stuff she was seeing for the very first time!)

"YOU! Get back in bed!" Pinoko yelled at one of the well-meaning patients trying to sneak off. "How is Pinoko supposed to get you better if you keep getting up? Damn!"

She blinked then. That... was new. Pinoko didn't swear. "I said a bad word," she said, blushing a little. "Maybe I should try that again..."

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The actual fighting part was fine. Sure, Deadlock had a hole punched through one of his arms, but whatever. Part of the whole, you know, killing the bad guys gestalt thing. Besides, as they say, you should have seen the other guy.

Except you couldn't, because he was currently vaporized in space. So, maybe you could see him, but, you know, as a fine mist on the porthole window or something.

Still, he should probably get his arm, you know, unholed, or whatever, and so it's time to see what this whole stupid hospital thing's about, so he clomps in, dripping engex on the floor, just as she curses. He squints down at her, because her voice sounds familiar.

"Fraggin' right you should try that again. LOUDER this time." IF you're gonna curse, do it right!

Pinoko started at the voice and looked up at him, her eyes widening.

"Dammit, don't scare me like that! You're a lot bigger than Pinoko thought! And you're dripping everywhere? Is that your blood? Sit down! I'll try to patch you up!"

This was not what she expected. She didn't know how to fix robots! Robot anatomy wasn't in any of her lessons!

"Yeah, that's better. See? That wasn't so hard." And now Deadlock is her personal profanity lifecoach.

"Course I'm dripping. That's what happens when you get shot." DUH. He thought you were like a medic or something. He doesn't seem very fazed by it, though, taking a minute to lower himself into the way too small seat. Wow, yeah, that's poking him in an uncomfortable place.

"Pinoko doesn't say bad words!" she snapped, but she was smiling a little.

"Let me see your arm. I'm not sure what I can do. Pinoko hasn't learned anything about robot anatomy, and I don't know if any of my stuff will work on robots!"

That might have been an alarmed note in her voice. She might be on the verge of sniffling. She didn't know how to fix robots, okay! How was she supposed to help him if he was really broken? Especially if he was leaking all over the place. How do robot transfusions even work and...

She sniffled a little. "I don't know if I can fix you." Oh dear. she sounded dangerously close to tears.

"Sure you do." Right. So this is Pinoko. Huh. Smaller than he'd thought. "Here. Come on: say 'frag this'. Promise, your face won't melt off or anything."

Because even leaking, Deadlock has priorities.

Speaking of 'frag', yeah don't do that, you know, scrinchy thing with your face. "Look. It's not that bad. Just, like, I don't know. You have any patching tape or something?"

"Frag this? But... Frag isn't even a curse word where I'm from!"

She was still sniffling. And when he talked about patching tape, Pinoko looked at him a little sideways.

"Tape? Tape?! Pinoko can't just tape up your arm! You're bleeding! I don't even know if we have enough gauze to fix you up! Just... let me see it. I mean... would tape and gauze even work on you?"

And... those are tears starting to come from her eyes. It looked like everyone was leaking today.

"How much can you lose before you die?"

"Is where I'm from. Someone like me gives you problems, you tell 'em to frag off."

Because surely that won't go badly. Ever.

Speaking of 'frag', oh frag she really needs to stop with the face leaking.
"Yeah, I mean, good enough. Primus, I'm not gonna die from one little fraggin' shot." He's tougher than that. Now, you know, stop with the whole crying thing.

"All right," Pinoko said. And that was still pretty watery, but she was sniffling and at least trying to get herself under control.

"Let me see your arm."

Really... he might have been dripping, but it didn't seem that bad. Patch tape and gauze (a lot of gauze) should be able to at least fix Deadlock up until he got to a proper robot medic.

"All right. Let me get the things together. Don't you robot-people... have anyone that can fix you up?" Pinoko asked. "Are you a Cybertronian too?" She remembered talking to that one who had been hurt and he had said that they hadn't.

Oh thank Primus. Because Deadlock would rather be shot in the face than deal with, like..feelings and slag.

"Hng. Flashpoint says she can, but, she's an Autobot." Gross. Like he's gonna let an Autobot touch him. Especially not her. She made everything all...weird.

"Too? I'm the good Cybertronian. Why. Who else you been talking to?" If it was Proteus, Deadlock may have to pick up his assassination plan again.

"The other Cybertronian I talked to said that he was an Autobot too. He didn't tell me his name though," Pinoko said, shrugging. "He was looking for a doctor after the whole mess with the space bikers and stuff. And he just said that since I wasn't a robot doctor, I couldn't fix him."

Cue epic frowning. At least she wasn't sniffling at the memory.

"So... I guess that means you aren't an Autobot, huh?"

Pinoko shrugged and started to work on Deadlock's arm. First, clean the wound. Basic first aid, Pinoko. He might have been a big robot man, but the principles were still the same. Clean the wound, try to stop the bleeding, wrap up the wound. Easy.

But... why didn't any of the fancy future medical texts have anything on robot anatomy?

"Hngh. Autobots. Fraggin' right I'm not one of them! Of course he copped some slaggin' attitude with you." Autobots are all snobs, says Deadlock. He may have to adjust some attitudes. With his fists.

"Showing him wrong right now, aren't you?" Because look at this, she's taping up his arm just fine. Even Deadlock can't complain about it.

"So... if you aren't an Autobot, then what are you?" Pinoko asked, curiously.

She stepped back, looking at his wrapped up wrist. "There! No strenuous activity for at least twenty four hours! Don't jostle it too bad. I don't know... do Cybertronians have self-fixing... programs? Systems? Can you fix yourself eventually? The point is, don't hurt your arm worse! It didn't look like you broke any of the metal or bent anything in there, it just looked like a nasty gash."

Which really was surprising. In that regard, fixing Deadlock was kind of just like fixing a really big person.

"Pinoko will get you extra stuff so you can change the bandage if necessary."

And because she didn't know if robot blood could eat through gauze or whatever. She'd give him some painkillers, but she didn't think they'd work on him. Sorry Deadlock, if you hurt, you're on your own.

"Decepticon." He puffs up his chassis, proud. No Autobot scum here. "We're the ones that fought against them trying to kill us first."

He looks over at his arm with a grunt. "Yeah, autorepair'll fix most stuff." He shrugs. "Got shot. It happens." He's used to getting hurt. He's not used to someone being, you know, not yelling at him while repairing him, so he might look a little puzzled.

The whole Autobot vs. Decepticon conflict was a bit beyond Pinoko. But Deadlock was nicer than the Autobot that she'd had contact with. He actually took her seriously.

As it was, Pinoko scuttled around, before bringing over a bag with extra bandage supplies.

"Here! This is so you can change the bandages if you need to! Be more careful next time! If that had been more serious, I might not have been able to fix you!"

She might have sniffled a little at that. And then she did something that might have confused Deadlock even more. She hugged him. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

He probably wouldn't have taken her seriously without talking to her about the whole, you know, karaoke thing. Which he was still not down with, but someone talking to him like he could even be a friend kind of messed with his head.

He holds the bag of stuff, confused. "Can't really pick where you get shot, Pinoko." At least he's never learned the trick.

Wait. What? He freezes as she hugs him. "...you're touching me."

"I'm hugging you. Haven't you ever been hugged before?"

And now it was Pinoko's turn to be confused. Didn't Cybertronians believe in affection and stuff? Well, maybe not, considering Deadlock's aversion to friendship, but you never knew!

"You can't pick where you get shot, but you can try to be careful so you don't get shot again!"

And it should be noted she was still hugging him, and hadn't really let go quite yet.

"Course I have." Someone may sound a little defensive, because someone is kind of lying. "Get hugged all the time."

Okay, totally lying. And still weirded out.

"Hnf. If I worry about trying not to get shot, I'm not going to win."

"Somehow, Pinoko doesn't believe you. But that's all right. Hugging is part of friendship." At least she's letting you go now, Deadlock.

"Acchonburike. No friends, no hugs, you Decepticons are weird."

That said, she smiles at him.

"Just... try to be careful, okay? If you get hurt again, it might be worse. It might be more serious than bleeding all over the floor. Here!" She offered him the bag of stuff again. "Extra bandage stuff. And try to keep from jostling your arm too much!"

Edited 2014-04-13 00:34 (UTC)

Yeah, well...Pinoko maybe has a reason not to believe him. "Gasket and I never hugged." So there. Hugging, totally not part of it.

"I'm not weird. Trying to fight a war." No hugging in war, Pinoko. Not even in the medbays.

"I'll manage." He tries to sound like himself, but why the frag does she even care? He'll be fine. And if he's not fine he'll be kind of dead and won't care. "....yeah. Th-thank you." That definitely sounds like he's possibly never said it before.

"Having friends is how you get through tough times," Pinoko said seriously. "It's how Pinoko got through my house getting blown up."

That road trip would have sucked even more than it did to begin with if the Doctor hadn't been with her.

"War is definitely a time when you need hugs. So there." Even in medbays. Especially in Pinoko's medbays.

She smiled up at him at the thank you. "You're welcome! If you get hurt again, I'll just have to fix you again!"

A thank you from someone who had never thanked anyone before was just as valuable to Pinoko as the paper fan the Doctor got from that little kid. It was worth just about a million yen. It was the perfect payment.

"You should probably get going," she said gently. "Pinoko will probably have other patients soon."

Edited 2014-04-13 20:46 (UTC)

"Hugging didn't get your house back." He frowns, because, you know, logic. But he can't deny that the hug did feel, yeah, okay shut up. He's not gonna say 'good' because hugging is gross.

But that's his cue and this whole thing is so fraggin' weird and awkward that he's gonna throw himself at the excuse to go. "Yeah. Fine. You...uh, remember what I said. Tell Autobots to get slagged."

"Hugging didn't get me my house back... but it made the fact that it was gone hurt less. But this isn't even about my house!"

She crossed her arms in front of her. Geez, Deadlock, why'd you have to be like that? But at least she was still smiling.

"Don't worry. If I see any Autobots, I'll tell them to frag off!" Oh dear, Pinoko was listening to Deadlock as her swearing life coach. This was not good.

"Hugging doesn't make anything feel better." Says the guy with a sum total of hugging experience = one.

He can't help but crack something almost like a grin. "That's the spirit. They don't like it, you tell them to come talk to me." Deadlock can be persuasive.

"Pinoko could hug you again and we could test the theory!" she said cheerfully, her hands on her hips.

Deadlock, don't argue with the tiny nurse who just patched you up. She will hug you forever.

"What will you do if I send them to you?" Pinoko asked, smiling a little. She could guess though. "And could Pinoko watch?"

He may recoil a step. "No. That's fine. I mean, whatever. Take your fraggin' word for it." No hugging!

"Them?" Snort. "Gonna teach 'em to respect that just because someone's small doesn't mean you can be a jerk to them."

Pinoko's smile just got a little brighter. Because that response from Deadlock? Could almost count as him being nice to her. Or friendly.

"You're a nice robot-man, Deadlock! Don't worry, Pinoko won't tell anyone!"

Which meant that Pinoko would tell everyone, but that was okay.

Deadlock's thinking about checking himself in for a closer look because there's clearly something wrong with the way his spark seems to glow all warm and gooey-like with the way she smiles up at him. He is not nice or friendly. He's a bad, bad robot.

He just doesn't like people picking on smaller and weaker people. That's. All. Harrumph.

"Better fraggin' not." Or else he'll...uh....something.

"I won't!"

She totally would. She was making all the coolest new friends!

"You should really get going though. Because I should get back to work. And I think you'll make a full recovery!"

And Pinoko had to look into the very important question as to why robot anatomy wasn't in any of her lessons. Because clearly Robots were People Too, and how was she supposed to treat them if they came in with more than a glorified bullet wound?

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Day 1 because you are the one who gets him sick.

Sharing is caring, Deadlock!

two things he never does.

That's what friends (and viruses) are for! :D

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