Empathic Medic

Barricade vented in relief and smirked a little. “Good. We will help you. So long as you don’t have an issue with being on the council with myself, Maybe Blackout, Lockdown and Soundwave”

“I don’t see anything at all wrong with those names, as they happen to be the brightest of Kaon’s Elite. And the most terrifying to anyone who doesn’t know them.” Behind the last few words spoken was something playful, the young medic unable to wipe the silly smile off his face.

“Yes but it’s your management of this small clinic we need. We need education, hospitals, things of that nature. It’s not something any of us are qualified in and again we are talking small scale for now”

“I’ll do it. Well, I’ll do what I can--I’m not going to abandon Kaon or her people. I can certainly train bots that wish to take up medicine, and recruit for further education for anyone else that wants... more than what they currently have to give. It sounds... exciting.”

“No. I’d like to extend an invitation to be part of the council”

Needing the exercise, Barricade was almost always on his pedes. Anything to keep moving and keep his processors off the situation. Naturally he came to a stop when First Aid called out, which lead him to peer into the door and lean against the frame.

“Id like that actually.” He remarked. “be nice to see something else other than halls”

“Storm sounds are supposed to be relaxing too. I always thought they were terrifying,” he added, carefully placing the visor aside. “But that’s just me and the view is pretty. Just don’t go jumping, okay?”

He unfurled from his position and stood, stretching out limbs with ease. “A break to show you the way wouldn’t do harm,” he added as he slipped around the berth and strolled to the hall, where he’d easily led the mech towards a storage area. 

“Ok…”

Barricade spent long and boring cycles waiting and recharging. It seemed like an eternity to be sitting and waiting and naturally he got into stuff he shouldn’t have.

The enforcer suffered two minor spark attacks in that time from the stress of once again having to deal with Soundwave and again with Wheeljack. Despite them though, he felt better and was well enough to walk again

The past few solar cycles had been stressful, but also strangely quiet in one way or another. Enough that the dented mask and malfunctioning visor had been discarded for the most part, or rather, the unmasked medic had seated himself on one of the medical berth, tinkering with the bright blue visor. 

“Of course…” he sighed out in distress. It was more stressful for him to have to continually put it off and then better yet, stay in one place yet again. Barricade felt that he was coming to dislike staying at the clinic for so long. Especially with so much to do.

He ignored the pinch and just stared to the ceiling. It was likely noted that the monitor remained unchanged as the enforcer’s distaste for having to stay in the clinic for several days again was beyond ideal and comfortable.

“I know this is all discouraging and it has to be frustrating, but your health is important. And if you can go the next few days without any issues, you’re free to go back to Iacon and perform light work.” 

😏 for a snarky text