232/Another Dilemma

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Another Dilemma
Date of Scene: 08 November 2016
Location: Repair Bay
Synopsis: First Aid is going to have a very long night...
Cast of Characters: Prowl, First Aid


First Aid has posed:
First Aid still hasn't fully recovered from the previous night. He's anxious and jumpy and wary of those around him. Thank you Hot Rod for this new paranoia instilled in him. He needs to think all of this through. He hasn't evven left the repair bay to go back to his apartment.

First Aid groans, burying his face into his hands. "Primus help me."

Prowl has posed:
    Some time after Hot Rod begged with First Aid, Prowl comes looking for First Aid in the medical bay. He looks mildly surprised when he finds the doctor appearing extremely distraught over...something. "First Aid? Is something wrong?" he asks. "Shouldn't you be celebrating your graduation? You received top marks in your division."

First Aid has posed:
First Aid startles, nearly jumping out of his plating. What Hot Rod had told him got to his head and now he's not sure who to turn to for help. Hot Rod had made it adamantly clear that going to Prowl was a Bad Idea. But... all of this together was making First Aid question what he should really be doing.

First Aid laughs a little nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "A-Ah... I got a little partied out. These Autobots know how to throw a celebration." That wasn't a lie. He had been very welcomed into the ranks.

Prowl has posed:
    Prowl nods, but it's quite obvious to him that First Aid is lying. "I see. I wish I could have been at the ceremony, but since I wasn't able to, I thought I would congratulate you on my own time."

    "I also want you to know that you shouldn't be afraid to tell someone if something is causing you distress." he says pointedly.

First Aid has posed:
First Aid tries not to flinch. It seems Prowl has caught onto him. Well, First Aid has a tendency of his emotions being very visible, even with a face mask. First Aid glances down at his feet and nods.

"I know. I'm just a little overwhelmed right now." First Aid really wishes Ratchet was available so he could talk to him. But he isn't, and he's on his own right now.

Prowl has posed:
    "As I mentioned before, you finished with top marks in your division. I have confidence that you can handle this." Prowl replies. There's a pause, and he pulls out a datapad, examining it for a moment before looking back up at the medic. "First Aid, can I trust you?"

First Aid has posed:
First Aid feels like his vents seize. He doesn't want this to happen /again./ Attempting to stave off the anxiety of the prospect of another situation last night, he nods. "Yeah? Is something wrong?"

Prowl has posed:
    "No, no. Well, nothing that isn't usually wrong." Prowl replies. "It's just that I have a special assignment for you that will require your expertise and may involve some...sensitive information that needs to be kept classified."

First Aid has posed:
"Are you sure I'm the best mech for the job? I mean, I'm not really anyone official and I don't know what I'd be able to do since I not very high up." First Aid is wringing his hands nervously and talking fast. He's a little afraid of the information Prowl might tell him.

Prowl has posed:
    Prowl puts the datapad he's holding down on the desk in front of First Aid. It's medical files for a mech named Coil, who is currently a patient at the Decagon repair bay. "If I weren't certain, I wouldn't be here talking to you, would I? As I mentioned before, you finished with very high marks. You might just be underestimating yourself."

First Aid has posed:
First Aid glances down at the medical files. "O... Okay," he agrees. He doesn't fully understand, but he can't really refuse Prowl on this. If there's a patient that needs help... "What's wrong with the patient?"

Prowl has posed:
    Prowl nods toward the datapad, prompting First Aid to examine the documents or the answer to his question. According to the files, Coil has suffered extensive burns all throughout his body, as well as blunt impact trauma in several critical places. Some of it is from radiation, and others are from hot gases that certainly aren't endemic to Cybertron. It had to have come from somewhere unprotected by atmosphere. Somewhere in deep space, though he doesn't appear to be designed to operate independently out there.

First Aid has posed:
First Aid's optics widen behind the visor. "Primus..." he mumbles, looking at the damage. He searches on the datapad for a sign of what his altmode is. "Okay. What was he doing out in space? Because this does not look like anything that could've happened near here."

Prowl has posed:
    Coil's altmode appears to be a light supersonic aircraft--designed to be quick but not to carry much cargo at all. It's well-suited to functions such as aerial assault and recon. Surgical strikes, quick in-and-out operations. Prowl nods at First Aid's question. "Yes, the injuries were sustained in deep space. As for why he was out there, that's classified and not necessary for you to know in order to get the job done. I just need you to get him back on his feet, but keep any information pertaining to this case away from any prying optics. There's a reason I didn't want him sent to Deltaran."

First Aid has posed:
First Aid nods, looking over the datapad again. "I can do what I can. Does Ratchet not know about this?" Hopefully he already does. "Okay, I'll do what I can to get him up and moving again."

Prowl has posed:
    "Yes, but he's busy on the field." Prowl shakes his head. "Tarn is a mess. As you already know." He sighs. "That's why I need you on this, First Aid. I trust you to be reliable, given your excellent record."

First Aid has posed:
Wait a moment... What had Hot Rod said...? First Aid looks over the datapad and feels a chill run through him. Oh, this just made things worse. He needs to talk to someone he can trust. First Aid nods tensely. "Y-yessir. I'll do my best."

Prowl has posed:
    Prowl arches an optic ridge at First Aid, noting the tremor in his voice. "...Is everything all right?" he asks.

First Aid has posed:
First Aid nods quickly. "Yes! Yes, I'm fine. I'm, uh. I didn't make it back to my apartment last night and I need to make sure everything is okay." AKA scream into his berth. "If you didn't have anything else you needed me to do?" he adds hesitantly.

Prowl has posed:
    Prowl shakes his head. "Thank you, First Aid. Make sure you keep those medical records somewhere safe, they contain classified information." he says, reiterating the earlier point about the need for secrecy. "But remember, if something is troubling you, don't be afraid to ask for advice."

    "Good luck." With that, he leaves medical.

First Aid has posed:
First Aid slumps in his chair. It's just one thing after another. He considers going home but... knowing Hot Rod, he'll come back and get some other medic to work on the patient. So... he probably should stay overnight again. Just to make sure that Hot Rod doesn't come in. With a resigned sigh, he prepares for another night in the repair bay.