Still Alive (Bumblebee)

[Kokoro]

His voice broke through, and he seemed panicked at first. Was there a plot afoot? Would her escape ruin it? She made out the term 'heart attack', and was confused, though. the vehicle was moving again - or had it been the whole time, and her confusion was removing the tomato soup? - and everything seemed so dizzying. Why was she panicking? Her mental voice of reason kicked in, and she started to calm down, but it still sounded like she was breathing fairly quickly. She looked ahead, though, and panic overwhelmed reason once again.

What the living hell was that thing? Why were they going toward it? What was it going to do? What if it did something really weird? She doubted Brandon, too, would be going through it if it was too bad, but it was big, and it was scary. She didn't want to jump out now, if they were moving... No, she had reason enough for that. Instead, she merely gripped the seat as tightly as possible, trying to avoid leaning back as pain suddenly gripped her again, her breathing harsh and shallow. She felt like a trapped rabbit.

He spoke again, and she strained to listen, strained to hold on to something familiar, even if it was only a passing familiarity. Did... He just call her Kokoro? Calm... Can you hear... She could make out the occasional word, but it was hard to make it out, it was so slow. Could she hear? She could hear... She tried to reply, but it likely sent as a burst, as opposed to a well articulated sentence. "//Can hear,\\"

[/color] she paused, "//Sounds weird.\\"[/color] She made a visible effort to calm down - clearly she'd had a moment of over-reaction, right? - but it was hard. Part of her was still panicking - mostly the physical part that was stuck in the tomato soup matrix - while the rest of her was on idle. It didn't match. She didn't understand.

Ratchet... The name scared her. Was it a nickname? He was a doctor... But then, was a doctor a good thing? No, mustn't panic. You'll find out. But what if it was a badthing? Mustn't panic. Slow down. Think rationally. As she gradually calmed herself, the world moved a bit faster, the big scary thing getting closer faster - don't panic! - as she gripped the seat tighter, curling her toes, ignored the detached seat belt - it chafed her skin, anyway, too much like the belts at the lab tables - merely trying to calm herself, get rid of the jitters. There was so much to panic over. Mustn't panic. Everything. Would be. ALL. RIGHT.

"//Trying... To stop... Panicking. So much...\\"[/color] She shuddered a bit. She felt like she was warring with herself. This would get really, really annoying. Oh, and she was tired. Did she mention she was tired? The crankies would come on later. Oh, hungry. Tired. Hungry. Not as cold anymore, though. That was a bonus. She'd focus on that. NOT. COLD.[/size][/blockquote]

[Ratchet]

She was carefully set down on a stretcher for the moment, because Ratchet had an idea once he took a mere glance at her. His holoform cleaned up some of the wounds that kept reopening with some soft, warm towels, stitching them up as efficiently as he could. "Bumblebee, where did she come from? She is going to need a strict diet and perhaps a bit of therapy in order to recover just by looking at how weak and pale she is." Ratchet scanned the Techno Organic girl, her vital signs were indeed weakened primarily from fatigue and emotional stress. Though battered, it was nothing he couldn't mend with stitches, ensuring she got a warm bath, and protected any bruises that needed attention.

"Hey, miss, we have a bathroom and shower in our facility, taking one will help your muscles and nerves relax. Bee and I will escort you there. Once clean and re-clothed, I will take care of the rest of the minor damage done to you and give you a proper diet, you need one badly. I'm ordering Bee to shop for new food supplies once I give him the list." Now more used to humans, he decided a bath would actually benefit her in more ways than one. She needed to feel safe and treated well, and clean before he gave her medical attention in other areas, like taking blood samples and determining just how low on various aspects she was. She looked cold, and since no one had bothered to care for her properly, a bath seemed to be in order, and perhaps it would make her feel more comfortable. He could then give her a light meal, a B-vitamin shot, various supplements of vitamins, a glass of milk. Of course by light it would be a very light meal, consisting of an energy bar or two and some additional carbohydrates from chips or crackers. Who knew how much of an appetite she even had but he hoped she would at least be willing to eat in front of them (as sometimes that was an issue around strange people/beings).

((so so so sorry this took so long to post X.x.))

[Bumblebee]

[[ xD I don't entirely understand.. I think there was a jump somewhere but whatever. Hope my post is okay. ]]

Sorrow and the worry of one whose Spark ached with a greater weight that one could possibly comprehend that swung from his soul each day, creating a burden, stood as close as the doctor would let him without being a crowding bother while the expert at hand worked carefully. Visibly apparent was it how Bumblebee's large, heart broken optics set upon the frail body of the girl he knew so very little of as Ratchet's holoform carefully swabbed at her wounds. Tears had actually met his inner workings but faded back again before they were noticed. What was not held back, his unique way of speech and vocalizing. He piped up a tone that started hopeless before dying down in the sound of a helpless moan mixed with a sob of a whimper. //"You're okay. Please be okay. I know this is strange to you, but it's okay. Most of us here are.. Robots, as humans would say. Not of this planet's origins. Please be okay."\\ He stared down at her, unblinking, as if her life depended on his absolute and full attention.

+"I don't know.. I found her on the sidewalk like this. I was.. Compelled, led to her. I don't know- Ratchet?"+ Was there a possibility of relationship still being considered? It didn't seem real, plausible, logical. How could it be? +"We can hear each other, over bond."+ Ratchet words crashed into him like a tsunami. Therapy, in order to recover. Plus the need to further point out how truly weak she was. He could feel it to begin with, deep inside him like a sickness. Bumblebee reached over his own Spark where it hurt most, weakly gripping a fist over the spot and laying at against his chest armor whilst he devoted his sights illuminating the image of the younger one. This was entirely his fault. He just knew it. Perhaps if she could be permitted to shower, if she was strong enough, the chance to speak with Ratchet alone might arise. Danny could help Kokoro with that, right?

[Kokoro]

They were moving her. What was going on? Robots? Aliens? Was she hallucinating? This had to be fake. This had to be some sort of test, some sort of simulation. There was no way any of this could be going on... Was there? Had she finally gone insane? Her panic fled from her immediately as she noticed those familiar objects - the needles, the blood, the white sterility, the unnatural light, it was all so familiar that her panic-striken mind fled to that instinct that had been trained in her since she was 'born' - that blank stare, that limp form, her lack of response to anything so carefully trained, so carefully tended; even her immediate emotional response was extremely blunted - but under all that was a panic that might seem inhuman, as though belonging to a wild animal - a wild animal caught in a trap. Were they really here to help, or were these more of those intricate lies? Had she ever really escaped the lab, or was that, too, a lie? Was that voice in her head really Brandon? Was his name even Brandon?

But she remembered - he'd apologized to her. She saw, dimly through that dazed gaze, the expression on his face, the worry... If she could believe what she was seeing... It was kind of a mixture of hope, and, at the same time, a depressed acceptance that wound its way through her now, a confusing tangle of emotion, some intense, some barely there - but the panic was still there, even as she tried so hard to suppress it, even as that subtle acceptance tried to smother it, as that flicker of hope, a hope that hadn't been in her for so many years, slithered in, even as her form stayed limp - defeated, beat down so many times... She had lost will to fight against needles and doctors, which... Could be construed as a good thing in this particular situation.

She didn't respond to Ratchet; nor did she respond to Bumblebee. This dazed, limp pose seemed to phase through her to the core, even restricting most logical feedback; talking to her in this state was not going to be an easy feat. It would have to be simple, concise questions to which she could give simple, concise answers - preferably with a nod or shake of the head. Until she'd escaped, she'd managed to go over six years without verbal communication; her voice had suffered from it, too - fairly obviously - but she was used to dealing without language. It was how she'd survived. It was how she would continue to survive; she was still alive - if barely.

He was so concerned, though. Maybe, just maybe... This wasn't a twisted knot of lies after all.

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[Ratchet]

"I don't see how that's possible...but I guess it is. There are only so many Techno Organics, and they're here on base. Just two. I didn't know there was a third." Who could have possibly gotten their hands on Bee to make a child that could speak telepathically with him as though he had a bond? Or maybe she could just understand him like Raf could? But when the word "bond" was used, that put language and understanding on a whole new level. Being able to understand Bee like Raf did could practically be dismissed, unless this girl had some higher form of emotional intelligence - Ratchet only knew so much about humans to draw these kinds of theories, after all.

"Bumblebee, I'm going to need your help via your holoform cleaning her. I want her comfortable, the current status she's in worries me greatly." Perhaps later when the cleaning and necessary healing was complete, she could meet Danny or Jade give her someone human to talk to, a young female face that didn't look so alien and threatening. He thought Raf might be a good idea too, but female was probably better.

Once in the cleaning room, Ratchet was very careful about cleaning off her wounds, being careful with the bruises and what articles of clothing got removed when before getting a fresh set of clothes all together by the time they were done.

[Irobashi]

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