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Oh. Well he wasn’t so sure about her being alright, people who collapse on the ground generally aren’t. However he really couldn’t refute her claim since he was far from knowledgeable on the subject, and he had a feeling he wouldn’t get very far if he tried. So instead he simply did as he was told and climbed back up on the berth.

“I think I’m okay? I mean, I don’t feel sick.” Crosscase said, but still came close so she could scan him anyways. He knew enough that you do what a medic tells you, because disobeying usually meant you check ups weren’t gonna be comfortable to say the least.

Scalpel leaned up to scan Crosscase, then curled back down onto her side and squinted as she surveyed the results. Which was odd for someone viewing something on her HUD, but it did seem to be working. “A’ight. Ain’t seein’ anything here… lemme check wi’ the other medics.”

.:Yo. Patches. Sendin’ you a scan. What’s this li’l cutie in for? Picked ‘im up by mistake, apparently:.

.:Oh, hi. Yeah- I saw you getting him out of the medbay, actually, but you looked so calm I didn’t think to stop you. Didn’t think it’d hurt anything, an’ you need the relaxation. That’s Crosscase, he’s in for chemical exposure to. No major symptoms, minor disorientation, just in for monitoring in case of an immune response. Seem fine to you?:.

.:Yep. What’m I doin’?:.

.:I’ll fill you in later, nothing too weird. You hurt your leg and we gave you painkillers for the nerve backlash, and you got all wacky like you usually do on pain meds. Just relax, I’m highly suggesting you do calming things instead of trying to get up. Or… if you gotta move around a bunch, do it without standing. Like- I don’t know, play with the cute flier, he’s not your patient ;):.

Scalpel blinked up at the ceiling, smirking, then turned her attention to Crosscase again. “Patches says you were in for observation- chemical exposure. Y’ seem okay now, though. How y’ feelin’?” she asked, moving around until her back was to the wall against the berth, and slowly looked Crosscase up and down. Heh. “He also suggested I have some fun with you in lieu of getting up and putting weight on my leg.” the femme muttered, looking vaguely sleepy now that the adrenaline was wearing off and she was remembering that she’d just woken up. “Bold li’l ball ‘a sass, but ‘e’s got a point.”

Crosscase’s plating fluffed up as his wings and audials shot up straight while his face flushed with embarrassment. He looked down at his hands clasped in his lap to avoid eye contact with Scalpel before speaking.

“C-chemical exposure sounds about right given how volatile the materials I was working with are. Guess I wasn’t as careful as I …” He stopped mid sentence and a look of dawning realization took over his face, “I didn’t write down the formula!” he nearly shouted.

He dropped his face into his hands and curled over until his head touched the berth. When he spoke the words were muffled against the blankets.

“I didn’t write down the formula, and I can’t remember anything about my experiment. I was so close to a breakthrough, and now it’s gone!” Crosscase muttered dejectedly, his field filled with despair and frustration.

Oh, that was cu- aww. Okay, no, too early in the morning for that much darkness. Scalpel contemplated Crosscase for a moment, then grabbed her blanket and pulled it up, tossing the edge so that it landed over him. Muttering “none o’ that, come here,” she hooked an arm around him and pulled him close, curling onto her side and around the upset mech.

No panic response- good. She took a moment to think, holding Crosscase just tightly enough to keep him there, then firmly patted his back and spoke as clearly as she could with the blanket still where it had fallen entirely over her. “Hush- ‘s too early for that. Look- here’s what yer gonna do. You relax, we get some fuel, then you go back and lookit what you were doin’. At th’ very least, there’ll be stuff left over, maybe notes or somethin’. An’ that’ll help you ‘member. But freakin’ out ain’t gonna help- settle, cutie.”

Ice-blue optics gleaming brightly in the darkness under the imprompteu blanket fort, Scalpel stroked Crosscase’s back with the servo not attached to the arm containing him, idly going over her awakening systems report- a rare luxury for medics to do while still in berth. Twist damage to her leg joints, nothing major, already repaired but still settling in, and steadily lowering levels of the common painkiller that did not make her paranoid. Good, they’d made a note to not use that other one. Otherwise, all systems normal… aside from a mild increase in core temp and in fan speed, which was made more obvious by the confined space. Hm. ”Guess my frame liked the company.” she muttered, not quite meaning to say it out loud, then glanced up and loosened her grip. Might not be best to trap the little flier, even if he seemed to have no objections to her proximity.

Crosscase was pulled from his lamenting by an arm pulling him down onto the berth and a body wrapping around him. The sudden closeness had his audials tilting down in embarrassment and his face going red, again. It just seemed like that’s how today was going to go. It was surprisingly warm under the blanket, held to Scalpel’s front with her arm around his back, but pleasantly so. The hand patting his back also helped.

“I suppose so.” Crosscase conceded. Hopefully there would be enough information to recreate his experiment, if not he was going to be way behind schedule. He really didn’t want to report to Kindlestrike empty handed, again. His funding was already dangling by a thread as it was.

Caught up in his own thoughts as he was Crosscase almost missed Scalpel’s mutterings.

“Oh, um, I’m glad I didn’t ruin your morning I suppose.”He said in an awkward manner, clearly not expecting to hear that. Would explain the extra warmth under the blanket though.

There- much better. Scalpel gave a quiet purring sound, pleased by the smaller mech relaxing, and made no effort to move away. He seemed- embarrassed, maybe, but reasonably calm, certainly not trying to avoid her. Which was good, she /was/ a bit larger than him. Probably weighed more than him, too.

And, hm, he was cute. Awkward, but definitely something like her type. Optics focused on Crosscase, Scalpel openly looked him over for a moment, then purred a bit louder to the pretty mech who’d ended up in her berth. “Tell ya what, Crosscase. I have an offer for you, and if you aren’t interested, I won’t offer again. But… you are cute, and we are both in the same berth. You wanna do somethin’ to help you relax a bit further, hm?” she asked quietly, sliding the servo on his back up high enough to rub gently at the base of one wing. Not a place that would usually be an erogenous zone, but definitely more sensitive, enough to make her suggestion clear.

Aware that she was strong enough to pin Crosscase, Scalpel was careful not to put any weight against his frame or do anything to hold him still, giving him plenty of room to move away if he wanted. “No pressure, I get it if y’ aren’t interested. If not- we get some energon, maybe talk a bit, an’ that’s it.”

“I-I-I uh…” Crosscase stammered, this certainly wasn’t where he thought his day would be going. Yet here he was. The offer had come so suddenly he didn’t have time to mentally prepare a reply. He frantically tried to organize his thoughts and get out something, painfully aware of the awkward silence growing between them as he failed to do anything besides opening and closing his mouth like a gasping fish. He was supposed to be smart! Why was just saying yes so hard?

“I would-I would be okay with that.” Crosscase said, unable to look Scalpel in the eye. “What did you have in mind?” Primus why was this so hard.

Oops, she’d broken the nerd.

Scalpel chuckled slightly, rubbing a bit more firmly at his wing base, and waited for him to relax and answer. Nerds. Sometimes they didn’t know what to do with themselves. No rush here- neither of them seemed to be going anywhere.

When she got a conclusive answer, Scalpel purred softly and slid her servo up to play with his wingtip, caressing the delicate plating with sensitive fingertips. “Mm, I got an idea or two. I top, which I imagine doesn’t come as a surprise. Not too fussy, though. Plus real sensitive fingertips, comes with bein’ a medic. About as many sensors as your wingtips, more concentrated. So… your spike, my valve, we take advantage of my leg strength, an’ you put that shy glossa to work on one of my servos for a klik before I slide it down to play with your valve? Can keep th’ other one on your wings.”

She didn’t want to rush him too much, poor thing was flustered as all Pit, but she did continue to rub, stroke, and occasionally tweak his wingtip to see if she could get his interest up. Might help him relax to have a nice tingle of pleasure running down his spine. “Don’t have to talk if you aren’t so good at talkin’ right now, just open up whatever you wanna share.”

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Oh. Well he wasn’t so sure about her being alright, people who collapse on the ground generally aren’t. However he really couldn’t refute her claim since he was far from knowledgeable on the subject, and he had a feeling he wouldn’t get very far if he tried. So instead he simply did as he was told and climbed back up on the berth.

“I think I’m okay? I mean, I don’t feel sick.” Crosscase said, but still came close so she could scan him anyways. He knew enough that you do what a medic tells you, because disobeying usually meant you check ups weren’t gonna be comfortable to say the least.

Scalpel leaned up to scan Crosscase, then curled back down onto her side and squinted as she surveyed the results. Which was odd for someone viewing something on her HUD, but it did seem to be working. “A’ight. Ain’t seein’ anything here… lemme check wi’ the other medics.”

.:Yo. Patches. Sendin’ you a scan. What’s this li’l cutie in for? Picked ‘im up by mistake, apparently:.

.:Oh, hi. Yeah- I saw you getting him out of the medbay, actually, but you looked so calm I didn’t think to stop you. Didn’t think it’d hurt anything, an’ you need the relaxation. That’s Crosscase, he’s in for chemical exposure to. No major symptoms, minor disorientation, just in for monitoring in case of an immune response. Seem fine to you?:.

.:Yep. What’m I doin’?:.

.:I’ll fill you in later, nothing too weird. You hurt your leg and we gave you painkillers for the nerve backlash, and you got all wacky like you usually do on pain meds. Just relax, I’m highly suggesting you do calming things instead of trying to get up. Or… if you gotta move around a bunch, do it without standing. Like- I don’t know, play with the cute flier, he’s not your patient ;):.

Scalpel blinked up at the ceiling, smirking, then turned her attention to Crosscase again. “Patches says you were in for observation- chemical exposure. Y’ seem okay now, though. How y’ feelin’?” she asked, moving around until her back was to the wall against the berth, and slowly looked Crosscase up and down. Heh. “He also suggested I have some fun with you in lieu of getting up and putting weight on my leg.” the femme muttered, looking vaguely sleepy now that the adrenaline was wearing off and she was remembering that she’d just woken up. “Bold li’l ball ‘a sass, but ‘e’s got a point.”

Crosscase’s plating fluffed up as his wings and audials shot up straight while his face flushed with embarrassment. He looked down at his hands clasped in his lap to avoid eye contact with Scalpel before speaking.

“C-chemical exposure sounds about right given how volatile the materials I was working with are. Guess I wasn’t as careful as I …” He stopped mid sentence and a look of dawning realization took over his face, “I didn’t write down the formula!” he nearly shouted.

He dropped his face into his hands and curled over until his head touched the berth. When he spoke the words were muffled against the blankets.

“I didn’t write down the formula, and I can’t remember anything about my experiment. I was so close to a breakthrough, and now it’s gone!” Crosscase muttered dejectedly, his field filled with despair and frustration.

Oh, that was cu- aww. Okay, no, too early in the morning for that much darkness. Scalpel contemplated Crosscase for a moment, then grabbed her blanket and pulled it up, tossing the edge so that it landed over him. Muttering “none o’ that, come here,” she hooked an arm around him and pulled him close, curling onto her side and around the upset mech.

No panic response- good. She took a moment to think, holding Crosscase just tightly enough to keep him there, then firmly patted his back and spoke as clearly as she could with the blanket still where it had fallen entirely over her. “Hush- ‘s too early for that. Look- here’s what yer gonna do. You relax, we get some fuel, then you go back and lookit what you were doin’. At th’ very least, there’ll be stuff left over, maybe notes or somethin’. An’ that’ll help you ‘member. But freakin’ out ain’t gonna help- settle, cutie.”

Ice-blue optics gleaming brightly in the darkness under the imprompteu blanket fort, Scalpel stroked Crosscase’s back with the servo not attached to the arm containing him, idly going over her awakening systems report- a rare luxury for medics to do while still in berth. Twist damage to her leg joints, nothing major, already repaired but still settling in, and steadily lowering levels of the common painkiller that did not make her paranoid. Good, they’d made a note to not use that other one. Otherwise, all systems normal… aside from a mild increase in core temp and in fan speed, which was made more obvious by the confined space. Hm. ”Guess my frame liked the company.” she muttered, not quite meaning to say it out loud, then glanced up and loosened her grip. Might not be best to trap the little flier, even if he seemed to have no objections to her proximity.

Crosscase was pulled from his lamenting by an arm pulling him down onto the berth and a body wrapping around him. The sudden closeness had his audials tilting down in embarrassment and his face going red, again. It just seemed like that’s how today was going to go. It was surprisingly warm under the blanket, held to Scalpel’s front with her arm around his back, but pleasantly so. The hand patting his back also helped.

“I suppose so.” Crosscase conceded. Hopefully there would be enough information to recreate his experiment, if not he was going to be way behind schedule. He really didn’t want to report to Kindlestrike empty handed, again. His funding was already dangling by a thread as it was.

Caught up in his own thoughts as he was Crosscase almost missed Scalpel’s mutterings.

“Oh, um, I’m glad I didn’t ruin your morning I suppose.”He said in an awkward manner, clearly not expecting to hear that. Would explain the extra warmth under the blanket though.

There- much better. Scalpel gave a quiet purring sound, pleased by the smaller mech relaxing, and made no effort to move away. He seemed- embarrassed, maybe, but reasonably calm, certainly not trying to avoid her. Which was good, she /was/ a bit larger than him. Probably weighed more than him, too.

And, hm, he was cute. Awkward, but definitely something like her type. Optics focused on Crosscase, Scalpel openly looked him over for a moment, then purred a bit louder to the pretty mech who’d ended up in her berth. “Tell ya what, Crosscase. I have an offer for you, and if you aren’t interested, I won’t offer again. But… you are cute, and we are both in the same berth. You wanna do somethin’ to help you relax a bit further, hm?” she asked quietly, sliding the servo on his back up high enough to rub gently at the base of one wing. Not a place that would usually be an erogenous zone, but definitely more sensitive, enough to make her suggestion clear.

Aware that she was strong enough to pin Crosscase, Scalpel was careful not to put any weight against his frame or do anything to hold him still, giving him plenty of room to move away if he wanted. “No pressure, I get it if y’ aren’t interested. If not- we get some energon, maybe talk a bit, an’ that’s it.”

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Oh. Well he wasn’t so sure about her being alright, people who collapse on the ground generally aren’t. However he really couldn’t refute her claim since he was far from knowledgeable on the subject, and he had a feeling he wouldn’t get very far if he tried. So instead he simply did as he was told and climbed back up on the berth.

“I think I’m okay? I mean, I don’t feel sick.” Crosscase said, but still came close so she could scan him anyways. He knew enough that you do what a medic tells you, because disobeying usually meant you check ups weren’t gonna be comfortable to say the least.

Scalpel leaned up to scan Crosscase, then curled back down onto her side and squinted as she surveyed the results. Which was odd for someone viewing something on her HUD, but it did seem to be working. “A’ight. Ain’t seein’ anything here… lemme check wi’ the other medics.”

.:Yo. Patches. Sendin’ you a scan. What’s this li’l cutie in for? Picked ‘im up by mistake, apparently:.

.:Oh, hi. Yeah- I saw you getting him out of the medbay, actually, but you looked so calm I didn’t think to stop you. Didn’t think it’d hurt anything, an’ you need the relaxation. That’s Crosscase, he’s in for chemical exposure to. No major symptoms, minor disorientation, just in for monitoring in case of an immune response. Seem fine to you?:.

.:Yep. What’m I doin’?:.

.:I’ll fill you in later, nothing too weird. You hurt your leg and we gave you painkillers for the nerve backlash, and you got all wacky like you usually do on pain meds. Just relax, I’m highly suggesting you do calming things instead of trying to get up. Or… if you gotta move around a bunch, do it without standing. Like- I don’t know, play with the cute flier, he’s not your patient ;):.

Scalpel blinked up at the ceiling, smirking, then turned her attention to Crosscase again. “Patches says you were in for observation- chemical exposure. Y’ seem okay now, though. How y’ feelin’?” she asked, moving around until her back was to the wall against the berth, and slowly looked Crosscase up and down. Heh. “He also suggested I have some fun with you in lieu of getting up and putting weight on my leg.” the femme muttered, looking vaguely sleepy now that the adrenaline was wearing off and she was remembering that she’d just woken up. “Bold li’l ball ‘a sass, but ‘e’s got a point.”

Crosscase’s plating fluffed up as his wings and audials shot up straight while his face flushed with embarrassment. He looked down at his hands clasped in his lap to avoid eye contact with Scalpel before speaking.

“C-chemical exposure sounds about right given how volatile the materials I was working with are. Guess I wasn’t as careful as I …” He stopped mid sentence and a look of dawning realization took over his face, “I didn’t write down the formula!” he nearly shouted.

He dropped his face into his hands and curled over until his head touched the berth. When he spoke the words were muffled against the blankets.

“I didn’t write down the formula, and I can’t remember anything about my experiment. I was so close to a breakthrough, and now it’s gone!” Crosscase muttered dejectedly, his field filled with despair and frustration.

Oh, that was cu- aww. Okay, no, too early in the morning for that much darkness. Scalpel contemplated Crosscase for a moment, then grabbed her blanket and pulled it up, tossing the edge so that it landed over him. Muttering “none o’ that, come here,” she hooked an arm around him and pulled him close, curling onto her side and around the upset mech.

No panic response- good. She took a moment to think, holding Crosscase just tightly enough to keep him there, then firmly patted his back and spoke as clearly as she could with the blanket still where it had fallen entirely over her. “Hush- ‘s too early for that. Look- here’s what yer gonna do. You relax, we get some fuel, then you go back and lookit what you were doin’. At th’ very least, there’ll be stuff left over, maybe notes or somethin’. An’ that’ll help you ‘member. But freakin’ out ain’t gonna help- settle, cutie.”

Ice-blue optics gleaming brightly in the darkness under the imprompteu blanket fort, Scalpel stroked Crosscase’s back with the servo not attached to the arm containing him, idly going over her awakening systems report- a rare luxury for medics to do while still in berth. Twist damage to her leg joints, nothing major, already repaired but still settling in, and steadily lowering levels of the common painkiller that did not make her paranoid. Good, they’d made a note to not use that other one. Otherwise, all systems normal… aside from a mild increase in core temp and in fan speed, which was made more obvious by the confined space. Hm. ”Guess my frame liked the company.” she muttered, not quite meaning to say it out loud, then glanced up and loosened her grip. Might not be best to trap the little flier, even if he seemed to have no objections to her proximity.

Oh. Well he wasn’t so sure about her being alright, people who collapse on the ground generally aren’t. However he really couldn’t refute her claim since he was far from knowledgeable on the subject, and he had a feeling he wouldn’t get very far if he tried. So instead he simply did as he was told and climbed back up on the berth.

“I think I’m okay? I mean, I don’t feel sick.” Crosscase said, but still came close so she could scan him anyways. He knew enough that you do what a medic tells you, because disobeying usually meant you check ups weren’t gonna be comfortable to say the least.

Scalpel leaned up to scan Crosscase, then curled back down onto her side and squinted as she surveyed the results. Which was odd for someone viewing something on her HUD, but it did seem to be working. “A’ight. Ain’t seein’ anything here… lemme check wi’ the other medics.”

.:Yo. Patches. Sendin’ you a scan. What’s this li’l cutie in for? Picked ‘im up by mistake, apparently:.

.:Oh, hi. Yeah- I saw you getting him out of the medbay, actually, but you looked so calm I didn’t think to stop you. Didn’t think it’d hurt anything, an’ you need the relaxation. That’s Crosscase, he’s in for chemical exposure to. No major symptoms, minor disorientation, just in for monitoring in case of an immune response. Seem fine to you?:.

.:Yep. What’m I doin’?:.

.:I’ll fill you in later, nothing too weird. You hurt your leg and we gave you painkillers for the nerve backlash, and you got all wacky like you usually do on pain meds. Just relax, I’m highly suggesting you do calming things instead of trying to get up. Or… if you gotta move around a bunch, do it without standing. Like- I don’t know, play with the cute flier, he’s not your patient ;):.

Scalpel blinked up at the ceiling, smirking, then turned her attention to Crosscase again. “Patches says you were in for observation- chemical exposure. Y’ seem okay now, though. How y’ feelin’?” she asked, moving around until her back was to the wall against the berth, and slowly looked Crosscase up and down. Heh. “He also suggested I have some fun with you in lieu of getting up and putting weight on my leg.” the femme muttered, looking vaguely sleepy now that the adrenaline was wearing off and she was remembering that she’d just woken up. “Bold li’l ball ‘a sass, but ‘e’s got a point.”

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Scalpel’s recharge can best be described as “selectively fragile”. She’ll wake up instantly for certain things; medbay alarms, explosions, anything even resembling pain, restraints,the sensation of someone looming over her, that sort of alarming thing.

Small mech in her berth? Not really one of those things.

So she doesn’t wake up until it registers that her berth is not person-shaped.

One would think that somehow squirming around until her entire lanky frame is tucked on top of another person would wake her up, but evidently not.

Nope, it’s the gradual realization that something just feels… not quite right.

Optics snapping open, Scalpel hisses softly and pushes herself up, attempting to get up onto her pedes just in case something is wrong-

And entirely fails, as she doesn’t know to allow for the mech under her.

Yelping in alarm, the skinny medic shifts from “get to pedes and look around” to “NOT FALL” and just barely manages to catch herself, knees ending up clamped around his hips, both servos planted on his chassis at the realization that a person is here.

Fortunately for Crosscase, he doesn’t register as a threat. An Unexpected Thing, yes, but not a threat. Still, unexpected.

Optics narrowed, winglets askew, Scalpel aims a sharp fingertip at Crosscase and hisses down at him. “Explain.”

Crosscase groaned, pulled from sleep by something moving around on the berth. Getting up was the last thing he wanted to do right now, but it seemed that the choice had been taken out of his hands. He opened his optics and blinked blearily up at the tall, pointy person on top of him, it took him a moment for his processor to catch up and inform him that he didn’t know this person. He quickly looked around and didn’t recognize the room. Nothing in his memory helped him either, as there was a noticeable blank in it. Last he remembered he’d been in the lab, but now he was in some stranger’s berth. If only he could say this was a first.

“Um, I don’t really have an explanation. I honestly don’t know where I am, or how I got here.” Crosscase answered, clearly confused.

Scalpel’s hackles settled at the realization that he was equally confused, but she kept her knees clamped tightly against his sides, hoping to maintain what few shreds of control she currently had.

A quick glance around showed the almost-alarmingly-lumpy tarp draped over the wall to her side, covering a series of irregularly shaped objects hung against the wall. Okay, yes. This was definitely her room.

Now… first logical conclusion here was that she’d acquired a berthmate last night. Hm. Did this mech look like her type? He kinda did, cute little thing. But… no stickiness anywhere. Had they gotten tired before anything could happen?

Relaxing just a bit, Scalpel loosened her grip around his waist and placed both servos on his chassis to illustrate that, yes, she was stronger than the stranger (perks of being a medic-frame), and lowered her winglets in an “I will not murder you right now” gesture.

“You are in my quarters, off the medbay. My current theory is that I found you at a bar somewhere and… apparently we… fell asleep, or something of the sort.” she mutters, deciding to clarify the situation slightly for the confused mech she’s sitting on. “Now who the Pit are you?”

“Oh uh, I’m Crosscase.” He said quickly, deeply concerned about his current situation. He was with some stranger, a very strong stranger apparently, in someplace he had never been before, and no memory about how he got there. It was a little unnerving. Unconsciously he pulled his limbs close to his body, tucked his head into his down and dropped his wings as far as they’d go while pinned between him and the bed. Making himself appear smaller without meaning to do so.

“And ah, you theory sounds plausible. It-it wouldn’t be the first time actually.” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck and thoroughly embarrassed by the admission.

Scalpel’s optics narrowed at the gestures, then her winglets fluttered slightly and perked into something of a softly dominant pose- not all that dissimilar from a Seeker’s mannerisms. She wasn’t going to hurt this mech… he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Easy, now… ‘m not gonna bite you.” she hummed, lightly patting Crosscase’s chassis plating, then shifted off of him and moved to sit next to the small mech instead of pinning him. “I’m Scalpel. And, hm- yeah, you do kinda look like my type. Usually, though, when I bring strangers back here, I end up fragging them. Which does not appear to have happened, we aren’t nearly sticky enough.”

Deciding to find some energon, Scalpel stood up and took exactly one step-

And crumpled to the floor with a startled yelp as her leg gave out under her.

Crosscase relaxed slightly when the person on top of him backed off a little and wasn’t menacing right over them. When this Scalpel person moved off of him he followed them with his eyes, still not a hundred percent sure about the situation he found himself in. Though his misgivings were quickly forgotten when Scalpel crashed to the floor.

“Oh my gosh!” Crosscase exclaimed as he sat up and scrambled to the edge of the berth. “Are you okay?”

He climbed down next to Scalpel with the intent to help, but was very clearly at a loss for what to do in this situation.

Swearing in at least two languages, Scalpel curled into a ball to get her working pede under herself, her plating bristling in an anger/stress display as she tried to figure out what was happening and why her leg hurt. She didn’t respond to Crosscase for a moment, but, when she did, it was a soft, unhappy growl. “Hm. Not… sure about that.” she growled, both servos tracing down her leg in a search for the problem, then relaxed considerably when she found a set of neatly done welds down her lower leg.

“Ah. This… would explain it. I tend to react.. a bit oddly to sedatives. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve tried ta drag someone in here. Usually Patches, though. Guess he wasn’t around.” she muttered, carefully pushing herself up to stand on her uninjured leg. “Where were you, then?

“Oh geez, do you need to go to the medbay? I might be able to help you get there, or I can get someone bigger who can lift you or something.” Crosscase said, the words tumbling out of his mouth faster than usual while his voice pitched higher. What if something was seriously wrong with her? He wouldn’t be able to do squat! He was a chemist not a medic! Was there a proper way to move an injured person? Though her explanation did at explain part of the situation they woke up to.

“I honestly don’t know. Last thing I remember was being at work and now I’m here. What happened between then and now is a mystery to me, so your guess would be as good as mine there.”

Scalpel’s plating was a bit askew still in a relatively minor stress display, but she was starting to calm down. The initial stab of pain from putting all her weight on a limb that was not ready to bear weight had eased, and the stranger in her berth was very clearly not a threat. Propping a servo on Crosscase’s shoulder so she could get back to the berth without using her injured leg, she limped over and sat back down, taking a few deep vents to settle her plating further so she could try to calm the concerned mech.

“No, I do not need to go to the medbay, and I absolutely do not need someone to carry me. For one thing- it is right out there. Because I am a medic. I am fully qualified to decide if I need medical attention.” Scalpel declared, lying back down on the berth, then gestured slightly to Crosscase. “Get up here where I can scan ya. If I was in th’ medbay earlier an’ I brought you back in here, you were prob’ly in th’ medbay too, so we oughta figure out why.”